Title: One Pure Thought

Author: tommykayketchup

Disclaimer: I own nothing. :)

Rating: a lot of swearing.

Chapter 12; the truth

"I know who made Effy kill Emily, and I've done something stupid..." A voice cried, and the door slammed open.

JJ, and the two men interviewing him looked across in fear at the arrival.

"Miss Campbell? How did you get in here? This is a private interview, do you understand?"

"Do I not understand? I've just been told who murdered the love of my life, and you, as the police, are supposed to do something about it, right?" Naomi snapped. She's still out of breath, running the entire way to the station.

"What was the stupid thing you did…?" JJ asks curiously.

"I…."

**

"Oh shit. Katie. Come on, Katie. Open your eyes come on!" Cook shouts, as he runs through the door, and slaps Katie hard around the face, hoping to wake her up.

She opens her eyes briefly, her eyelashes fluttering as she continues blink frantically, trying to find herself, only to be met by a fate of blindness in one eye, heavy blurring in the other.

Opens her voice, tries to speak, not much comes out.

"They know." The only words she manages.

Cook hears enough. He doesn't need to hear anymore.

"Come on. We've got to get out of here…" He picks her limp body up, and carries her to his car, places her in the back, and drives her to the nearest hospital, breaking near enough every road rule going.

**

"…attacked her."

"Her?"

"Katie…she put Effy up to it. She's the reason why Emily is dead, and…I attacked her, and you have go now…please…"

The two men get up, and walk out with Naomi, grabbing the first police car available.

Sirens blazing, they speed through the city streets, narrowly avoiding a black car driving manically.

One of the policemen, reads the license plate through the radio, and issues another police vehicle to follow them.

They get to Freddie's house far quicker than it took Naomi to run back. Naomi leads them to the shed, where they are met with the blood on the floor, but no Katie.

"FUCK" Naomi cries and falls to the floor.

"Any idea where she'd have got to? Judging by the amount of blood here…she must have had help…no way she'd have moved on her own."

The other man reaches to his radio, and talks into it. "Important, wanted; a female, approximately 20 years of age. Around 5'2, skinny, white, red hair, expected with a major head trauma, threat is dangerous. Repeat, threat is dangerous. Name, Katie Fitch, I repeat, Katie Fitch." He responds by spelling the name out.

"You need to find her."

"Don't think you're not in trouble, Miss Campbell. Violence is not tolerated. No matter what."

"So…someone tells me they were responsible for my girlfriend's death, and I'm meant to…what exactly? Be happy about it?"

"You should have came straight to us."

"You don't know what happened. You don't know what she said to me!"

"Then, tell us?"

**

"You did?"

"Yeah, I planted that little fucking seed in Effy's brain, and watched her do it. Watched her murder my precious fucking sister. Effy is such a fucking nutcase, it was easy as shit to set her up."

"Why…why would you? …She fucking loved you, Katie. Emily loved you."

"Yeah. Sure she did…"

"You fucking meant everything to her…how could you have betrayed her like that?"

"She deserved it. She's fucked up everything. She's the clever one. The pretty one. The friendly one. The nice fucking one. The better daughter. The better sister. She even gets people that truly care about her. Who fucking cares about me? No one, I'm just good enough to shag…and that's it? But no, precious fucking Emily gets love. Why her? Why not me?"

"JEALOUSY? You fucking got her killed because you were fucking jealous?"

"Oh, don't act surprised, Naomi."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm fucked in the head. You know it…I mean…I fucking messed Effy up enough to make her hit me with a fucking rock. I'm a psycho. Royally fucked up."

"Why are you telling me this? If you got Emily killed, why tell me? You'd keep it a secret, because you know I'm going to go to the cops about it…"

"You want to know why I'm telling you?"

"Yeah."

"Because, bitch. You're not going to be alive long enough to do anything about it."

"Oh, so you're going to kill me now then? Get the fuck on with it then. What's the point of my life if Emily's not in it?"

"You're not going to ask why I'm going to kill you?"

"Because, you're a vicious vindictive little bitch?"

"Well, yeah….but no. You're the last little reminder I have of Emily. Mum, dad and James…they're mine now. Sure they're sad about Emily being brutally murdered by evil Effy Stonem…but…they have me. The Emily replacement. I'll be all that they've wanted."

"That's fucked up…what if….they can't bear to see your face because it reminds them of her? Because, God. That's what's killing me now. Knowing that you're the disgusting, impure version of her."

"You're calling me impure? You're a fucking muff muncher. Pot, meet Kettle."

"Mature. Now…are you going to get to kill me, yet because I'm getting bored of your selfish rant, about how unfair your life is. If anything, Emily's was worse. Imagine having a skanky bitch like you as a sister. Now fucking do it, you two faced bitch."

"Two faced?"

"Yeah, I think getting someone to murder your sister classes as two faced."

"Not at all. Emily knew I hated her."

"No, Emily thought you were a bitch. But she still thought you were human. Deep down inside. Because, see, that's what type of person Emily was. Caring, she refused to see the bad in people, bad in people like you."

"I'm bored of talking now, Naomi. Say hello to my sister for me."

Katie swings for Naomi, who promptly ducks, and pushes Katie backwards via the stomach, backwards into a shelf of paint.

Naomi gasps as Katie hits the shelf at full force, hearing the crack from her skull and falls down. Her head instantly pouring.

Naomi considers hitting Katie. Making her pay for what happened to Emily, but she's not that sort of person. As much as she'd love to watch Katie suffer, she knows it'd still break Emily's heart, even after what Katie did.

She leans down and whispers.

"I hope you die but that's too easy. I want you to suffer. Rot in jail. Pay for what you did."

**

"Cook…stop…" katie whispers from the backseat.

"What? Why?" Cook glances behind him.

"It's too late…I'm dying. I can feel it."

"No, don't fucking say that…" Cook calls, continuing to drive.

"Cook…I said stop…just….come in the back…stay with me…"

Cook brakes the car suddenly before opening the door, almost hitting a passing car, and being rewarded with a loud honking of the horn.

He climbs into the backseat, and holds her hand tightly.

"You can't leave me…we're too good together. We can tell Freds, we're together, and…we can run…it doesn't have to be like this. Let me just…get you to the hospital, and they'll fix you, and we can go…wherever you want."

"I fucked up, Cook."

"Why?"

"I miss her."

"Emily?"

"Yeah…she's my sister, and I took her away, and now…God's doing the same to me."

"No, Katie…you're going to be okay, I promise you…just…let me drive you to the hospital."

"Tell Naomi, sorry…"

With that, her arms go limp. Her eyes close, and her breathing slows to a stop.

Cook goes cold, and several tears stream down his face.

**

"The girl in question has been found, deceased. Her body left at the side of the road. The car, you gave to be followed has been found, and burnt out."

Naomi breaks down on the floor. She's not sure if she's happy she's died, or unhappy that Emily hasn't been avenged. Looks upto the sky, and sees the clouds part; for a brief second, she sees Emily's face flash in front of her eyes. Emily's smile. Her cute button nose. Takes it as a sign, that Emily's thankful.

Because, sometimes, what comes around goes around, and sometimes, it's completely fucking justified.

The End.

Naomi lives on to live a long and prosperous life. She does find love again, but Emily will always own that gap in her heart. And suddenly she now loves honey and marmite sandwiches!

Effy stayed in prison for 10 years, and didn't complain once. She was sentenced to psychiatric help, and eventually was allowed home, and moved to Cardiff to live with her brother Tony. She still suffers nightmares.

Freddie was gutted about Katie's death, and the truth came out about her and cook, and their involvement in Emily's death. He eventually found love again, and got married, but it ended prematurely because of his failure to trust anymore. He lives alone, and has a cat.

JJ, now works in the police force, and helps interview suspects. He pulls pints, part time. Currently single, his new police lifestyle has left him a hit with the ladies.

Pandora and Thomas are married. They have a baby girl which they named, Emily. They have moved away from Bristol, and into the grand old city of London, where they own a bakery.

Cook's whereabouts is still unknown. He's still on the run, and at large.