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"How many lebih times do I have to tell you, Naomi? Leave this on!" Emily calls from the kitchen.
"And how many lebih times do I have to tell anda it's shit?" Naomi calls back from the living room, legs propped up on the table, flicking the channel over.
"I like it, Naoms." Emily appears at the door, leaning on the frame, pouting at the peroxide blonde. "Please, for me?"
"Oh, fuck sake." Naomi mutters, she knows she's going to cave. "Fine! But anda better sit here and watch it then." Naomi pats the angkasa on the sofa seterusnya to her and looks at Emily expectantly. Emily walks over and sits in the space, leaning in to the comfort of Naomi's touch.
"Thanks, babe."
"I Cinta you."
"I Cinta you, too, Emily..."
It's a room, just an ordinary room, anda don't know where it is atau how long you've been there but you're here. anda look around, some cheap hotel, bed, draws, TV on a small desk, bathroom, nothing unusual. anda press your hand against your forehead and try to remember like anda do every time this happens, anda can't though. It's not your fault, it's a medical condition. Ever since the incident anda can't make new memories, you're not completely fucked though anda still have your old ones, still know who anda are, just can't remember the now. anda shift all your weight and push up off the bed, take another glance around the room before going through things, anda check the draws, nothing there, the wardrobe, just clothes, the bathroom; typical bathroom things. Nothing. "Fuck." anda mutter and sigh.
anda slowly walk over to the large mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door and through your bahagian, atas over your head, standing in your bra, looking at your reflection. The black ink mares your sink, taints it permanently, your fingers gently run over your old ones, the ones anda can tell have been there for a while because they're faded a bit. "Find him and kill him." anda read aloud as your finger runs over the one over your chest. Your hand moves down and moves over the seterusnya one. "John _ raped and killed my wife." And finally your hand trails down to the most baru-baru ini one. "Don't trust anyone." You've obviously recently had a run in with someone that anda can't trust but unfortunately can't remember it. anda try to, but it's just not there. You're hand reaches into your bag that anda carry on your back and anda pull out some pictures, anda flick through them. Hillside motel, must be where you're staying. Cook; don't know what to make of him. That's what's scribbled on the back of the picture of the boisterous boy. anda flick to the seterusnya one; Effy, she'll help anda to her own end. Don't trust her too much. anda try the other pouch on the bag and pull out a couple of pieces of paper, scan them and then drop the others when anda find the newest one, anda can tell from the ink, when anda can't remember anything anda learn to trust your own handwriting. "Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12?" anda flick back to the card of her and reread it: she'll help anda to her own end. Don't trust her too much.
anda stop outside Cassie's cafe. It's a dingy little place on the corner of the scummier end of Bristol, anda reach into your pocket and pull out the note again. Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12. anda have to do this, have constant reminders of your objective otherwise anda forget what you're doing, that's part of your condition. anda pull out the foto-foto to remind yourself of her appearance again and then push open your car door, stepping out and fixing your camera strap over your shoulder. Nothing anda need a picture of here.
anda push open the door to the cafe and step inside, your eyes running over its occupants and picking out the face from the photo, she's at the back, facing away from anda with a coffee in front of her. anda hesitantly make your way over, you're always hesitant because anda can't remember anyone atau anything, better selamat, peti deposit keselamatan than sorry. anda slide into the kerusi, tempat duduk across from her and put your camera down on the table. "...Effy...right?" anda always get this moment of panic when anda assume something because in reality anda know nothing.
"Hello, Naomi." Her voice is cool and very unnerving but anda don't let it phase you. She clearly knows you, that's good enough. "You're late."
"Takes me a while to adjust. I've told anda about my condition, right?" anda reply.
"Yes, anda can't remember anything. anda don't remember me?" She asks and anda shake your head, no, she smiles. "Okay, well, that's shit."
"It is." A silence falls over the pair of anda and Effy just sips at her coffee. Makes no effort to lift the silence. "I'm sorry...but...err...why am I meeting you?"
"You arranged it anda tell me."
"Well, I..."
"Can't remember?"
anda laugh. "Well, no."
"You're here because anda asked me to find someone for you." Effy pushes a brown envelope towards anda over the table, anda reach out and grab it, pull it towards you, don't open it though, not here. anda look up at her. "You've already paid me for it." She jawapan before anda can ask and anda nod.
"Is this...?"
"The guy who killed her?" Your jaw clenches. "I don't know," She sparks up a fag. "Maybe it is, all I know is anda asked me to find him. See anda around, Naomi." And then she's gone and you're left sitting alone at a booth in Cassie's cafe. anda scramble into your pocket and write in big letters on the envelope 'Must read; possibly HIM.'.
"Babe anda call out? Babe what's wrong?"
When anda get back to your room you've forgotten where you've come from, anda scratch the back of your head as anda sit down seterusnya to the window on a creaky old chair. anda go through your pockets and pull out the brown envelope, anda don't know where it's come from but anda recognise your Penulisan on the front of it; Must read; possibly HIM. You're hands tear the envelope open eagerly and anda pull out the contents, an ammo magazine and a small bottle of liquid come out first, anda place the brown envelope down on the meja, jadual and pick up the mag, its for the gun anda keep in your bag, anda recognise the make label on the side and anda always check your gun whenever anda forget, not because anda know anda have it but to see what anda do have. The seterusnya is a small bottle of liquid, anda don't know what it is, looks like water to anda so anda place it to the side and press your hand down on the envelope, smiling when anda feel some paper inside, anda reach inside and remove it, placing it on the meja, jadual in front of anda and scanning it with your eyes.
"John Davies." anda read aloud as anda look over the picture of a man with black hair and blue eyes. anda pull your sleeve up to your elbow and look at the Tatu anda have there. Fact 1: Male.
"Check."
Fact 2: White.
"Check."
Fact 3: First name John.
"Check."
Fact 4: Access to Drugs.
anda don't know that one. anda only know that because Emily was drugged when it happened, that was in the report, anda had a friend that got anda it, well, that's what it says on bahagian, atas of the report, anda wrote it, so you'll never know. anda shake your head and go back to the sheet. It has his address, age, licence plate number, height. Everything anda need to know, anda reach into the envelope one lebih time and find a scrap of paper at the bottom. anda left these at mine the other night. Effy. anda raise your eyebrows, anda stayed at hers? anda try not to think about that and go back to what anda know. What anda do know is that there is a guy, he might not be your guy, but anda wanted him and he could be important. anda reach for your pen and write on the back of the sheet; find him, he has something anda need. And then anda bulatan the address.
anda don't know what you're doing when anda pull up at the address on the back of the paper. You're eyes run over the paper and then anda pull up your sleeves to look at the tattoos. anda open the car door and walk up to the house, knocking briskly. anda look over the red door and the glossy blue paint that coats the house and try to fit this guy into the image of John; it doesn't fit, but nothing ever fucking fits so anda stand patiently and wait for the door to be answered. It doesn't have a creak like most doors have when it opens so anda assume it must be new. The man from the foto sticks his head out. "John Davies?"
"Yeah? What can I do for you?" He pushes the door the rest of the way open and stands on the porch. anda look him up and down. He's nothing special, not overly built but has some muscle on him and is reasonably tall, other than that he looks pretty normal to you.
"Can I come in?" anda ask.
"Sure." He pushes open the door and lets anda inside. There's a picture frame of him and his family as soon as anda walk in the door, two kids and a wife, it doesn't fit. The house itself is neat and well groomed, anda look hard to find something out of place atau a spec of dirt but nothing catches your eye. He takes anda into the living room and gestures for anda to sit down, anda do in the red single chair opposite the 42 inch TV. He's well off. "So, what can I do for you, Miss..?"
"Campbell, Naomi Campbell."
He stifles a laugh. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"That's unfortunate."
"Trust me, I know."
"Anyway," He coughs into his hand. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Yeah..." There's never an easy way to approach this. "Do anda know who I am?"
"No."
"So, we've never met before?"
He glances away from her nervously. "Not that I can...er...remember."
"Do anda know someone called Emily Fitch?"
"Look, what's this all about?"
"Do anda know her, yes atau no?"
"Yeah, I think so. Cute little redhead? Went to Roundview college with my sister?"
"Did anda do it?" anda can't be sure, so anda just have to risk it.
"Do what?" He doesn't know atau he pretends he doesn't so there's only one way anda can find out. anda pull out your gun and point it at his chest.
"Whoa! What the fuck is going on?" He asks in panic.
"You knew Emily, yes?"
"Yeah."
"Did anda know that Emily Fitch died last year?"
"What? No. I'm sorry. I didn't know her personally." He's calmer than he should e for someone with a gun pointed at him, but anda know from experience, from before the incident that people can put on fronts, so your grip tightens.
"She was raped and killed in her home."
"I..."
"By a man named John. John Davies?"
"What? No, I couldn't...I wouldn't...I have a family. I never knew the girl." anda walk over and press the gun against his temple.
"Did anda fucking do it?" Your voice breaks as anda press it against his head. His eyes alih in to focus on the gun as much as he can. "Did you!"
"No!"
"Naomikins!" The doors open and a boisterous male is standing in the door way donning a neatly worn polo baju and jeans. "What the fuck are anda doing?"
"Who the fuck are you?" The gun moves to point at him. He knows you, he knows your name.
"Whoa, back off, blondie, just reach back there into your pockets and pull out those pictures of yours and take a look, then get back to me, yeah?" Your other hand hesitantly complies with what he says, snaking into your pocket and going through the pictures one sejak one until anda find the one with his face on it. Cook; don't know what to make of him.
"Cook?"
"That's right, Naomikins."
"How do I know you?"
"Don't worry, blondie, I know about your condition. Now how about we all sit down and have a cuppa, yeah? This ain't your man. Hell this guys name ain't even John!"
"What? But I've got..." anda pull out the envelope and Cook's already taking it from your hands and scanning it.
"Who the fuck gave anda this?"
"Cook?" John calls.
"Shut the fuck up for a saat mate. Who gave anda this Naomi?" anda have to go through your pockets for a while but anda find and name and give it to Cook. "Fuck, man. Your sister gave her this? What have anda done to piss her off, Tone?" He turns towards the black haired male.
"Your names Tony?" anda ask and he nods. "Then why did anda reply to John?"
"My sister."
"What about her?"
"I'm hiding from her."
"Oh." You'll need to write this down at some point.
"I have a condition, Tony, where I can't remember things after a while. I can remember everything before my 'accident', but not after, so can we make this short. Only so much I can write down." anda tell him and motion with the note pad and pen in your hand for extra effect.
"Sure..." Tony trails off slowly, like he hasn't quite registered yet what she's said. His eyes finally stop on her. "My sister is trying to kill me."
"Why?" You're very blunt, always have been.
"Naomikins let the man tell the story!" Cook interrupts. anda scowl at him.
"My sister is trying to kill me because she believes that I owe her money."
"For what?"
"Drugs." Of course, anda think, because it's always about drugs and money. Well, that's what films tell anda anyway. So, anda write down drugs and money from Effy and then wait for more. "It was an incident, if happened a while back, this guy contacted us saying that he would send us twice the amount of booze we order from his company, sounds good, right?" anda nod. "Too bad I'm too gullible for my own good, I like to see the good in everyone so I did just that but what I didn't know."
"Oh, and here's the corker." Cook slaps his arm chair excitedly, anda glance at him and force the smile fighting its way to the surface back down. No time for smiles. anda don't remember smiling recently. anda know the feeling of your lips moving into the position and the sound of the laughter erupting from your throat but anda don't have the emotion. The joy. It's just gone.
"That's one way to put it." Tony nods but he doesn't smile, doesn't share Cooks excitement. "You see the thing is that Effy had a new boyfriend at the time and I didn't know that because she'd never berkata anything to me and she..."
"She did anda over." anda say with realisation and scribble that down quickly. anda don't know if anda can trust Effy at all now. What anda wrote on the card was accurate but nowhere near this accurate.
"Yeah...she planned it all. Freddie was going to do me for five grand but I clocked on she left a message on my answer phone one hari that was meant for him and after that I just pieced the rest of it together. I confronted her and she hit me with an ashtray, after that I've been running. But I've been doing some research as well and it gets worse. anda see, Freddie's a heroin addict, a real bad one, abuses both methadone and the real stuff at the same time. He ordered a shit load of drugs and was going to pay the debt off with the money he was going to steal from me. I shut down the bar and have been moving around ever since."
"Fuck me. Is she still really looking for you?" anda ask. anda just realised that you've been with this manipulative jalang, perempuan jalang earlier.
"She bumped into Cook and I five months lalu and let's just say it wasn't pretty. If I didn't have Cook there to back me up at the time they'd have found a way to do whatever they want to do to me right then and there." Tony's looking down at his hand now and anda feel sorry for the bloke. I'm sure he's done some shit stuff in his life as well but for right now all anda know is his perspective so anda write it all down and then tuck it into the back of your jean pocket.
"So, where the fuck do anda come into this story?" anda ask Cook and he laughs.
"Can't talk now, Naomikins, I have to go see some man about some drugs," He glances at Tony with a shrug. "Sorry, mate." Tony waves it off and stares off out the window. Effy's fucked his whole life over now. anda can sympathise with Tony because he doesn't have a life now, sure he has this fake one but he doesn't really exist. anda know that feeling, anda feel it every time anda wake up and try and figure out where the hell anda are and how anda got there. "Meet me here tonight at 8, alright? And whatever the fuck anda do, don't bump atau whatever into miss I like to manipulative people because I'm a fucking cunt, alright?" anda nod. "Good. See anda then, bye Tone, mate. Booze tomorrow!" and the door slams shut. anda glance at Tony who glances back at anda awkwardly and then.
"Sorry, who are you?"
"I'm Tony, we've been talking for the last ten minutes."
"Sorry, just gotta read something..." anda reach back into your pocket and go through some notes. It makes sense again.
"Is everything alright, Emily?" Naomi hands run over the empty angkasa in the katil seterusnya to her. There's a slight bang and she jumps, head turning towards it. The blonde's alert now, she's always been paranoid. Naomi shift so she's sitting up in the katil and then her feet touch the cold floor boards. She shiver, there's something in the air. She alih towards the cupboard at the back end of the room and reach inside, her fingers wrapping around the wooden handle of her protection; a baseball bat. She heads toward the sumber of the noise.
It's weird, sneaking around her own home. In the hari it's a place for Emily and her to relax, unwind and just be together but at night the place becomes eerie. It's not especially big atau small, it's a kind of in-between place. Emily found it in some cheap newsagents going out of business, they let them have a discount but it was still a little bit out of their price range. Emily had promise she'd work lebih shifts if Naomi would let them get it. She'd caved well, because it's Emily and she loves her and, well, that's it really, that's what Cinta does to a person. It had been hard for the first few months, hungrier than used to being, no little dips into pockets for stuff they didn't need but wanted to and no tv, for the first few months. Naomi had then hit the jackpot when she'd landed a promotion at work, protesting didn't really reap the benefits but when anda hit that jackpot and someone notices anda and anda get picked up, that little extra cash goes a long way and that's where the good times had really started.
As Naomi crept down the hall, her hand running over the cream coloured walls she smiles. She always liked decorating with Emily, she made it fun.
"Pass me the brush, babe?" Naomi placed the roller on the floor and stood back up, wiping her brow. Always hurt her back, painting ceilings. She looked over to her redhead girl who had some paint sitting on the end of her button nose. Naomi laughed to herself. How does she get herself into these situations, she wondered. She stepped toward the redhead and placed her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it.
"What are anda doing?" Emily asked, staring at her girlfriend confused.
"You've got some...Just let me..." Her suckled thumb rubbing the paint from Emily's nose.
"Thanks, mum."
"Hey, I was only trying to be nice, Ems."
"Painting's about getting messy, everything doesn't have to be so neat and organised, anda know?" Emily flicked some paint toward Naomi, stripping it down her shirt.
"I like this shirt!" Naomi cried outraged.
"So, get another one?"
"At forty pound a go, Emily it's not that easy to get a new one because your redhead girlfriend has a fetish for throwing paint." She grumbled and walked over, picked up a brush and returned to the can, dipped it in and began to slide it up and down the wall. Covering its surface in a thick gloop of cream paint, she smoothed one saat down and moved onto another. Emily pouted, trying to catch the blonde's attention. Naomi noticed but pretended not to, focused on the dinding in front of her rather than the sexy redhead to her left. Emily placed her hands on Nan's hips, running them up her sides before pulling her into a hug, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder, pressing a Ciuman to her cheek.
"I'm sorry." Silence.
"You will be." Naomi laughed and flicked some paint right down Emily's top. A gasp and Emily slaps her on the shoulder.
"You bitch! I thought anda were angry at me!" Naomi winks and dodges away from the redhead. "Get back here!" Emily chases her. Picking up her own paint brush she starts to flick lebih paint towards the blonde. Naomi's laugh is infectious and Emily can't help herself, soon enough she's laughing along with the blonde, dodging paint and trying to catch Naomi out. Eventually, Emily fakes dodging one way and goes another, Naomi running straight into her arms. "Gotcha!" Emily's face is so proud, the fact she's outsmarted the blonde overtaking her face and breaking out in a broad smile. Naomi takes a hand full of paint and smears it down the redhead's cheek, laughing at Emily's change in facial expression when she does it. Emily takes some lebih and smears it across Naomi's forehead. "Karma." She states in her sweetest tone of voice and cocks her head at Naomi. Naomi smiles. She looks so cute like that. She loves her. So she kisses her. Emily smiles into the Ciuman and kisses her back, let's Naomi push her up against the dinding only to realise it's covered in paint. "Nai..."
"What?" Naomi grunts from the kiss.
"The walls paint is getting smudged. Can we take this to the floor?" Naomi doesn't say anything just pulls Emily back and pushes her down to the ground, climbing on bahagian, atas of the redhead. Emily groans and tightens her grip in Naomi's hair, the paints gonna be a jalang, perempuan jalang to get out later but she doesn't care because Naomi is pressing kisses down her collarbone and one of her hand is slowly trailing down to the place she really wants it to be. It's the messiest sex they've ever had, but one of the best.
Naomi's mind is filled with that memory all the time she's pressed up against the wall. A bang sounds out from the other end of the house, in the kitchen, but she doesn't have time to go check that because she can hear Emily crying in the bath room seterusnya to her. Her eyes begin to water. Not Emily, what's happened? She can hear other people in the room with her as well moving around. Breathing becomes hard. She can't let anything happen to her. Her grip tightens on the bat, sweat on her palms she steps one step closer to the door. She wants to be there now. In the room but something is keeping her from doing so.
Slow and steady, the whimper gets louder to her, banging around in her head. Emily! And when she hears a cry, just the tiniest of sounds she kicks into over drive, pushing ke hadapan so kicks open the door, instinct carrying her. There's one guy on bahagian, atas of Emily holding her down as he takes her. Naomi's eyes fill with rage. "Get the fuck off her!" She screams. A head turns towards her and there's a chuckle. She charges forward, hitting the man square in the head with the bat. He falls to the floor in a sprawl. "Emily! Emily are anda okay?" She's shaking the redhead's shoulders, hoping to get some form of life from here. There's a groan and she smiles happily, looks around for something to cover the redhead up with. A towel, the blonde reaches for it, placing it over Emily's exposed body when it's finally in her hands.
"It's okay, babe. It'll be fine. I'm here now, okay?" Cradling the redhead to her chest Naomi promises herself that she'll never let go of the redhead again. She doesn't hear the floor creak behind her before it's too late and she's shoved against the wall, her head smacking into the glass cabinet and cracking her skull. Her vision starts to fade and she blinks, looking up at her attacker. It's the man she hit, he'd recovered, bleeding heavily from his head but has recovered. He looks down at her. Black mask donning his face and cocks his head at her. If he had no mask she was sure he'd be smiling smugly at her. Panic rises in her once last time, hoping for a burst of adrenaline but nothing comes. She can't do anything, she's helpless. Her eyes drop down to the redhead who's starting to stir. Emily's eyes open and she looks at the blonde confused, and then she sees the blonde. "Naomi!" she mouths, can't speak. Lost her voice. Naomi tries to fight it, tries to stay awake but the blackness that is starting to surround her is getting even harder to fight off. The last thing she does before she succumbs is reach out her hand and grip Emily's, one last squeeze. Hope.
She coughs, hard and fast. She coughs again. There's something around her mouth. Her eyes are fuzzy and luminous lights are hanging above her head. What the fuck? She looks around, her vision starting to focus, breathing heavy. What the fuck? "Naomi? Naomi! She's waking up, doc!" She hears a male's voice.
"It's Cook, Naomi. I'm a mate of Emilio's from work."
"What are anda doing here?" Naomi's voice is hoarse. Cook hands her some water and helps her drink it.
"I was coming round late, to drop some stuff off that Emilio left at work. Her bag and stuff. She just left it sitting on her desk. Probably got too busy with all that paper work."
"Probably..." Naomi muses. "Cook? That's your name, right?"
"Yes, Naomi?"
"Where's Emily?"
"Ah."
anda don't know why, but that stuck. Not knowing Cook. anda don't remember who he is, well, anda do every time he reminds anda of how, but anda remember the fact that she died. anda think it's because even though you've got short term memory loss, some part of anda cares so much about Emily that it can overcome the part of your brain that tells anda to forget. Well, that's what anda like to think anyway. anda read over your notes one lebih time. anda only have a short amount of time when anda do this to plan out what your seterusnya step in your plan is. What Tony told anda is of great importance, so anda write on Effy's foto 'need to see her about what Tony said.'. Cook berkata he'd meet anda later so anda write a note to yourself saying 'meet Cook later at Tony's'. Those are the seterusnya two steps. anda look back up to the house with Tony sitting inside and sigh. Fucking family. anda put the key into the ignition and press down on the accelerator hard, anda wish anda could remember him...he seemed like a nice guy.
anda wait for a call, anda sit in your room and wait. Keep picking up the piece of paper anda wrote on and just wait. The phone rings a couple of times and anda pick it up hastily, it's only the motel manager checking in on you. He knows about your condition and he seems like a nice guy. Caring. Annoying as well though because all anda need is this call and then anda can get one step closer to figuring out this massive mess you've unintentionally gotten yourself involved in. Just as anda start to ponder the components of the game, the phone rings, you're on your feet and answer hastily. "Hello?"
"Naomi?" a cool voice replies.
"Who is this?"
"Effy, don't anda remember me?" It's slightly patronizing. It irritates anda but anda don't feel comfortable enough to voice that opinion.
"No."
"That's right, you've got a con-"
"—diton, yeah. anda know that, well, at least I think anda do. Why are anda playing games?" The confusion evident in your voice.
"I'm not playing games."
"Then what are anda doing?"
"I'm hoping one of these days you'll remember me." And it knocks anda completely off balance. anda wonder if anda wrote anything down about Effy's uncanny ability to put people off edge anywhere, unlikely, anda only write down the important things. "Can anda come over?"
"Why?"
"I need to see you."
"About what?" anda are holding her photograph in your hands. 'She'll help anda to her own end. Don't trust her too much' even lebih prominent then even. anda slowly shake the photo, hoping some sort of secret answer will come from it. It doesn't. anda place it back down and wait for her reply, but she's been silent for a while.
"How'd it go?"
"Who is this?" anda ask. anda don't know who you're on the phone to.
"It's...Effy." She says confused. anda reach down and pick up the picture again. Effy, 'dont' trust her too much'. It's hard, when anda forget so quickly and have to remember so fast.
"Right, okay, what did anda want?"
"How did it go with John Davies?"
John Davies? anda cari around the room. It doesn't take anda long, anda gather the necessary information you're looking for. "He wasn't the guy I was looking for." It's cryptic. anda want to throw her off balance.
"Anything happen?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just asking." anda liar, anda think. "You need to come see me."
"And why is that, Effy?" anda can hear the patience running thin in your own voice now and Effy takes a breath in before replying.
"Because I think I might have found the guy."
"You've berkata that before to me." anda sigh.
"I know, but I think I've finally got him. It all fits!" She sounds genuine but anda can't be sure. Have to listen to your own handwriting after all.
"And what make this one so special?" anda take a breath in. "Because you've been sure of all of them before and none of them have been the right one. I've looked for so long and so hard and I know there comes a period of trial and error but I don't think I can take much more. I think I'll have to do it on my own..." anda put the bait out there.
"No!..." She coughs. "I mean, no, let me help you. I'm sure this is him, I promise."
"Why are anda so eager to help me?" anda shoot back.
"Because I care." Off balance again. Fuck sake.
"Fuck it," anda mutter. "Fine, I'll be round soon."
"Cool." She balas and then she's gone. anda write something down and then take a moment for yourself. anda forget it all just like that, but anda remember it later, anda always remember it later.
When anda knock, anda don't know what to expect. "Come on." anda don't even see Effy when she pulls the door ajar and walks back into the darkness, well, anda think it's her. anda just see a figure, no detail. anda step inside hesitantly and close the door. Her house is fucking creepy. Paper with notes scribbled on them all hung up over the place, some Kucing scattering around and the distinct smell of whiskey filling its entirety. anda step on something and it crunches, anda groan. These shoes look nice, anda hope they weren't too much, anda don't even look at what anda stepped in, just walk on through towards Effy's direction.
"Effy?" anda call out and take a step closer.
"In here." She calls from a room at the back. anda hear her placing glasses on the side. "So, how'd it go with John Davies?" Time to stop playing games.
"You know how it went!" Her eyes bulged out and she turns towards you.
"What do anda mean?"
"I already told you." This catches her off guard. She laughs at that, it's fake, she knows it and so do you. She's fumbling around with a cigarette packet in her hands. She pulls it out and lights it, taking a drag, glazing her eyes. She looks from side to side. "What's up with you?"
"Did anda kill him?" Effy almost hisses it.
Your eyes bulge. "What?"
She advances on you. "Did anda kill him?" It's louder but still harsh. Pressing anda back into the cabinet.
"Get the fuck off me, psycho bitch!" anda roar and push her away, reaching for your gun and holding it out at her. "Back the fuck off! I know okay, I know! I know that Tony's your brother. I know that anda sent me there to clear his debt, well, fuck you, Effy! I'm not a hit man!"
"Yes, anda are! You're a fuck up." It catches anda off guard. anda thought that because you'd pulled a gun and got the upper hand with the big reveal. "You stupid little bitch! Looking for jawapan where there aren't any," She's in your face now. Mocking you. Your teeth grit in frustration and your eyes tear in horror. "You can't find the truth because there isn't any truth to be found. Your cunt of a wife got what she deserved and you'll get what anda deserve as well! anda are nothing. Pathetic, fucking retard!" anda hit her with the gun, hard across the face and she looks back at anda shocked.
"Shut up!" anda shout. "Shut the fuck up! I want some jawapan and I want them now! You're going to give them to me atau I'm going to make you!" anda declare and advance on the wounded girl. anda don't get the chance though because somebody hits anda from behind and anda feel that familiar darkness overtake you. Fuck sake, not again.
Effy rummages through your pockets. anda don't know though, you're not awake. She picks up the foto-foto and takes a lighter from her pocket, burning all of them. She goes into your bag this time and pulls your camera from it. anda give the camera to Freddie and make him take one of you, anda write on it. 'She will help.' She slides it back into your pocket and turns to the tall male seterusnya to her. "What anda gonna do, Ef? She's onto us." Effy goes into her bag again and looks at the notes. She pulls out a few pages and burns them, too.
"Not anymore she's not."
"What anda gonna do now?"
Effy picks up the last picture and smiles. It's a picture of Cook. She knows who he is. Of course she does. He's Naomi's lad dog, guardian Angel who keeps an eye out for her ever since the accident. "We're going to get rid of our problems. She'll do it this time. I'll make sure of it."
Freddie smiles. "Good."
"Naomi! Naomi! Wake up! Fucking hurry up and wake up!" anda hear the voice of someone calling at you. anda force your eyes open and look up. anda don't recognise the brunette above you.
"Wha..who are you?" anda mumble.
"It's Effy!" She rummages into your pocket and pulls out a picture, hands it towards you. anda look it over, recognise the picture see the words and nod to yourself. anda know who she is. anda can trust her. anda seem to be bound in ropes, anda can feel it round your wrists. Effy takes a pisau from the dapur counter and cuts them. "Quick, we have to get out of here! He'll come back!"
"Who!" anda exclaim. She doesn't answer, just pulls anda to your feet and pushes anda towards the door. There's banging on the dinding seterusnya to anda and your head snaps towards it. Fuck. She's right. He's here! But where's here ad who the fuck is he! Is he the one that killed Emily! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! anda and Effy are out the door and into the sunshine. She pulls anda towards the car door and pushes anda inside.
"He's coming! Drive!" She hands anda the keys. anda put them in and drive. Drive so fast that anda leave marks on the ground and smoke in the air. "Keep going!"
"Where! Fucking where!" anda perahu nelayan kecil, pukulan a hand against the steering wheel.
"Pull over here!" anda do. Effy pushes her hair back and groans.
"What the fuck was that?" anda are bound to forget soon, anda think. anda rummage through your bag and pulling out a pen and paper. Effy sits in silence. "Will anda hurry the fuck up! Time isn't on my side anda know."
"It was Cook."
"Who?"
"You've met him before. He was trying to kill you. Luckily I found you. He'd tied anda up and put anda in that house. A friend of mine and I tracked anda down, they gave me the address and I came for you. He's the one who killed Emily. He admitted it to me and tried to stab me but I got the better of him and knocked him out. He was in the other room. Look." She holds out her arm with a Slash down the side of it. It's deep and anda cringe, looks painful.
"He's...the one?"
"Yes!"
"He admitted it?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"I don't know. He told me. To rub it in probably. berkata anda found him somehow."
"No..." anda pause. Your hati, tengah-tengah is beating faster than ever. Adrenaline. anda need this to be over and it's so close to it being over. Is this him? Really? It seems that way. Emily, he will pay. I promise. Effy looks at anda expectantly. "Why did he do it?"
Effy sighs. "I don't know." Silence follows. Effy reaches over and grabs the paper and pen from your hands. She scribbles something down onto it and hands it back to you. 'James Cook. anda can find him at this address. He'll be the one in the polo baju and dirty hair.' The address is written underneath for you. anda frown. How does Effy know all this?
"Aren't anda worried that he's going to come after us? And why don't we just go back there? He's all knocked out. We could just go in and end it and that would be that." anda point out the obvious.
"He was waking up when I left. He'll be gone sejak now. I know for a fact that he had to meet someone this evening, that's who I got the information off. His name is Tony, that address is his house. Now go, Naomi. Get him, before anda forget." anda scribble some lebih information down on the paper and then look back up at Effy. "Thank you." She smiles.
"No problem, Naomi." And then gets out of the car. anda watch as a girl anda don't know walks across the road and up the path. anda can't help but think she looks mysterious.
anda chew on the pen as anda sit outside of the house. anda don't think you've been here before. anda don't know how anda found this 'Cook' character before either. He doesn't fit some of the slots in your story but the way anda woke up, well, from what you've gotten written down in front of anda would suggest this is finally him. And that puts anda on edge. Emily, anda smile just thinking about her. She was wronged, fucking wronged! Murder like some little bug, a speck of nothing on the earth's surface and it makes the rage boil up in anda so bad. anda grip the gun in your palm and look at the house one lebih time. Fuck it. Time to just do something instead of sitting back! anda push open the car door, slam it shut and walk up to the house, anda knock and wait. "Alright, Naomikins!"
BANG.
He's down, Cook's on the floor with a look of horror on his face. He reaches down to his stomach and presses his shaking had against the wound, he pulls it back and looks at the blood. He looks back up at her. "Naomikins...why?" He gasps.
"What's going on in here?" Tony asks stepping in from the other room. anda point the gun at him. Effy berkata he'd be here.
"Back off."
"Naomi!" Tony's shocked. "What the fuck have anda done? Cook, Cook, are anda alright mate?" He bends down not caring about the gun and pulls Cook close to him trying to get a better look at the wound. "Oh, fuck! It's bad!" He runs out the room and goes to find something. anda don't know why anda haven't shot him yet. You're looking from the gun and back to Cook. anda don't feel that rage anymore, anda don't feel the satisfaction. Some part of anda feels dread. That you've got the wrong man, that you've killed an innocent.
"You shouldn't have done it." anda state, pointing the gun at Cook again.
"Done what, Naomikins? Be there for you? Look after you? Make sure anda don't go off the rails?"
"What?" anda throw the gun out in outrage. Confused, you're so fucking confused. Don't listen to him. He might be lying! "What are anda talking about?"
"Whose got anda twisted, blondie? Who's been telling anda fucking lies?" He mutters. Laughs to himself meekly and crawls towards the meja, jadual top. He opens the bahagian, atas draw. anda point the gun at him. "Don't worry I aint gonna hurt you. Take a look at this. I brought it round to show, ya. Something anda needed to see. Should've shown anda ages lalu but didn't want anda to think I didn't care. Cuz i do." He hands an envelope to you, it should've been completely white but droplets of blood had landed on it. It was smeared now, tainted. Your hand shakes as anda take it, anda recognise the hand Penulisan of the name, it's Emily's. It says 'James.'
Dear James,
I'm Penulisan anda this out of caution. Over the last couple of weeks I haven't felt safe, not because of any immediate threat but because of a feeling. Yeah, I know, right? Typical Emily blowing things out of proportion. But someone's been following me I'm sure of it. I don't know who but I can feel them watching me all the time. I've gone to the police but they won't listen. I'm worried, James. I can trust you, I know anda and you're an okay guy, so that's why I'm asking you. If anything happens to me, will anda make sure that Naomi's alright? Make sure that she can cope. That she's not alone. She's never been one to be open about her feelings, just...even when she's being a complete bitch, just promise me anda won't give up on her? She means so much to me.
Love,
Emily.
For the first time in a long time anda feel a tear running down your cheek. anda haven't cried in a long time. Not since, well, since anda found out about Emily. Not since anda promised that you'd avenge her. The gun shakes in your hand and anda try to control it. "I'm sorry..." anda whisper and Cook laughs.
"It's alright, Naomikins, we all make mistakes."
"Fuck." anda drop to your knees and crawl towards him. anda pull him to you. "You were only trying to help. anda weren't him at all. Shit. Fuck sake, Ems." anda laugh to yourself. Always has to play the guardian angel.
"Yeah, Fuck sake, Ems." Cook repeats and calls anda close. "I know anda don't remember me, Blondie, but I've been there, yeah? I know anda and I know what you're doing. We've been over this a thousand times. I don't know if you're gonna find what you're looking for, but it is just what you're looking for, babe. Emily wouldn't want this, anda know it, I know it. anda can't alih on because of this fucked up brain thing anda got going on but, anda gotta find peace. Gotta get some relief, blondie, cuz this shit's consuming you."
"Why aren't anda lebih angry? I just fucking shot you!" anda cry, tears cascading down your cheeks now. It feels good. Good to cry. Cook tugs anda closer.
"You already know."
"What?"
"You already know who it is."
"What!" Confusion growing inside of you.
"I hid it from you...Emily wouldn't have...wanted...look...closer." He coughs up blood this time and then drops back against the floor, weezing as his body twitches. Naomi hand comes up to her mouth in shock. What the fuck? She reaches foward.
"Don't touch him!" Tony commands. Dropping to the floor, he presses two fingers against Cook's neck looking for a pulse. "He's...dead. Fucking dead." Tony mutters. He sits back on his knees and rubs his eyes. "Come on, Cook buddy, it was going so well. Why'd anda have to go leave the party early? anda always were king of the party." anda hear him mutter under his breath. That's his way of grieving anda guess. anda don't know why but this guy that anda can't even remember death has effected anda a lot then anda anticipated. Guilt it's a jalang, perempuan jalang and it's stinging like hell right now. anda pull anda look at him in shock. "He's fucking dead! The police will be here soon and he wouldn't want anda caught." anda stay still. "You've done enough! Leave! Get the fuck out!" With his final roar anda push yourself to your feet, grab then gun and run out of the door. anda hope that you'll forget this fast. Forget killing a man. anda can't stand it so far.
It's a graveyard, just an ordinary graveyard. You've been here many times before, well anda think anda have. Your notes say so. anda look out at the hundreds of stones in front of anda and none of them matter, none but one. Emily's. anda are in front of Emily's grave. "I...I've never understood...didn't understand what people were supposed to be doing here...when they come to grave yards to talk to something that isn't there. I just know...oh fuck...I miss you, okay, Emily?" Your voice breaks. "I...miss your smile and anda hair and your smell and I miss every fucking thing about you, alright? Sometimes it's hard, so fucking hard and all I want to do is be in your arms again in our bed, in our home! The place where we belong. It's not fair! It's not fair that anda were taken from me. I needed you. I...still need you." anda drop down and press your head against her gravestone, your tears dropping onto the stone beside it. "I'm broken. The person who I am now isn't the Naomi anda love...and I'm...I'm scared anda wouldn't Cinta me like this. I killed someone innocent. Someone anda asked to look after me if anda ever...you know...and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. My words feel empty. I feel so numb. I'm Lost without anda Emily. Dead." Your tears overcome anda and anda just sit there for a few minutes, arms wrapped around a gravestone because it's the closet anda can get to her. And anda need it. "I have to end it though, I know it's not what anda want, but I need an end game, okay? After all this it's a utama for me, no one with my condition can truly live a normal life. I can't even get over anda Emily, anda are my one and only. I can't forget you, I wouldn't want to. I Cinta you." anda have to end it.
"She misses you, too, anda know?" anda hear from behind you.
"Katie?" anda ask through your tear filled eyes.
"Yeah, it's me, bitch." She crouches down on the ground seterusnya to anda and puts down some flowers. "Hey, sis, how are anda today? Keeping tidy, I see." She komen-komen about the condition of the grave. "I'm sorry, I haven't been around for her as much as you'd want me to be." anda look at her. "It's was hard for me as well, yeah? I loved you, too, anda silly muff muncher. I'll look after her now, though. I promise, I won't let her do anymore damage then she's already done." anda smile. Katie can be less bitchlike sometimes.
"And what makes anda think I want your protection?"
"Shhh! I'm talking here." Katie snaps playfully. "She loves you, I see that now. I'm sorry I doubted it. Cinta you, Ems. See anda soon." And with that Katie stands and offers her hand to you. "Coffee?" this is the first time you've spoken to Katie since the accident. She was unreasonable after blaming you. She's had time to cool off and anda are happy. anda pull out your pad and pen and scribble something down. "There's something I have to do first, but when it's finished," anda grit your teeth. anda are ending this. One way atau another. No more, no fucking more! "We'll put Emily to rest properly, yeah?"
"I'd like that."
"Me too." And then Katie's gone, after giving anda a brief hug.
What you've scribbled? Hope.
It's just a motel room, an ordinary hotel room. anda know you've been here before because of the key in your pocket. anda step inside and look around. It's normal. Bed, tv on a small desk, draws and a bathroom, nothing unusual. anda walk over to the katil and sit down on the edge. It's early morning, the sun is shining through the window. anda look out and smile. You've forget the pain of last night, sure, it's down on paper but it's not the same. anda don't feel the guilt as much now, because anda can't remember and that helps. anda stand in front of the mirror completely bare, looking yourself up and down, seeing yourself inside out. The phone rings and makes anda jump, it's just the motel clerk checking on you. He seems like a nice guy. anda hang up and look back at yourself. Your Tatu mare your skin, anda trace your fingers across the main one. The one anda look at all the time, just to remind yourself, motivate yourself and keep anda on edge. "John _ raped and killed my wife." anda look at how faded it is, has it really been that long? anda look at some others, Rawak bits of information that have led anda to this point. There's a very old one, one you've never really understood until now. It says "Look closer...lights off." anda frown. A message from Cook? How'd he get it on her body? Have anda known something before and forgotten it since then?
anda sit around for a while trying to figure it out. Something to look closer at? anda pull out all your notes and go through everything, every little detail but none of it makes sense. It annoys anda because anda like to think that you've become a person that looks over every detail, into every nook and cranny until anda uncover everything, and anda can't find one thing. One thing that could be so vitally important, but then again it might be nothing. Cook seemed nice enough, but could he have figured it out all before her? anda cari for a long time, don't look up to the clock just keeps going. It's annoying that anda have to keep remembering everything before anda can start looking again. And then anda find something, in the most miraculous way, anda feel anger rise up in anda and it's your favourite emotion, it's one of power and true feeling, to feel the rage inside you, to anda means anda are still alive and kicking. anda pick up the lamp on the meja seterusnya to you, it's creating minimal light in the room but anda need it to read, but fuck it, anda smash it against the wall. It darkens the corner of the room anda are in, the rest is lit up sejak daylight but the back corner of it isn't. anda sigh and run your hand through your hair, dropping your hand back down something catches anda are, there's something on your hand, it's tinted green and covering your thumb. What the fuck? anda walk over towards your katil side meja, jadual to try and get a better look in the light but it disappears. anda gasp. anda alih back over to the meja and open one of the draw, pull out the envelope entitled 'Must read: might be HIM!' and tip the contents on the meja top, anda hold up the small bottom of clear liquid. anda know what it is now. Invisible ink. Lights out. Your eyes bug. anda grab and pen and scribble it down so anda won't forget. anda walk over to the curtains, pull them and push them into the windows blocking out as much light as possible. anda alih over back into the blackness and look around the room, for anything atau any sort of clue. It's the only hope you've got. Nothing, anda sigh and sit down in the meja chair, anda were sure anda were onto something. Then anda see it, the familiar green tint, the tiniest speck of it sticking out from the corner of the massive picture of a bot on the motel wall. Above the bed. anda smile. anda stand up on the katil and lift the picture and drop it down. anda look back in awe. No fucking way. Written on your dinding in your own hand Penulisan is. "Effy knows who he is. Go find her. Watch out for Freddie, it took anda fucking long enough."
anda write it down, you've never written so fast in your life.
anda kicked the door hard, the hinges snap under the force and the door bursts open. No time for games. anda shoot Freddie in the chest three times as soon as he stands to stop you, he drops like a sack of shit and Effy screams in horror. anda smile, point the gun at her and shoot her once in the leg. She drops, it's not over for her yet. Oh, no.
anda grab her sejak her hair and pull her to the wall, anda crouch down, putting pressure on her leg and holding her there with your other hand. She cries out in pain. "No lebih games, Effy! anda tell me what I want to know and anda tell me now!"
"I don't..."
"Don't anda lie! I know anda know who he is. Now, anda tell me the whole story and anda tell me now otherwise I'll shoot anda in the other leg as well and leave anda here." anda press the gun hard against her other knee topi, cap and she whimpers. anda know she's going to break before she does. "Well!" anda ask forcefully pushing the gun harder.
"Alright! Okay! Okay! anda win. I'll talk."
"Yeah, anda will." anda take joy in your victory, smirking at the squirming brunette. "Now, tell me."
"Okay, his...ah, watch it...sorry, his name is John Foster. He's a therapist."
"A therapist, why would he want Emily?"
"He likes to collect girls okay. He likes to manipulate them, he did it to me I was one of his patients. He tried to get me to run away with him, to be with him but I wouldn't have it. I thought that would be it after that, that he would leave me alone and I'd be fine and happy to be with Freddie. Oh fuck Freddie." Effy's eyes fall on the body of her boyfriend.
"Don't look at him," anda slap her. "Look at me." She does, teary eyed and scared. anda almost feel for the girl, almost.
"Okay," glancing at Freddie. "He..errr...he came back, hurt Freddie. Threatened to kill us both unless we did what he said, but then anda and that Cook guy had to fucking catch on, didn't you? anda had to go and wreck what we had going and he told us to make anda forget, so we did. We blamed my brother, I didn't want to do that, but anda haven't meet this guy, okay? He's controlling. He can make anda do things and I had to...I just had to. When Cook found this all out he kept it from you, but anda found something, a video clip of John Foster and anda knew, anda just knew and then anda found proof. We burned it, burned all the information anda had on him in some hope that you'd forget about it and anda did, for 3 months, 3 months we got without him at our door and you've gone and fucked it again."
"Why Emily though?"
"Because she was seeing him."
"I knew she was seeing a therapist. She told me for family counselling. But why did he choose her?" anda ask, angrily.
"Because she didn't have a family to go looking. He didn't count on you, though. She never mentioned that anda were so...persistent." anda almost growl at her for that.
"Where can I find him?"
"You don't want to."
"WHERE!" anda cry and push the gun against her skull. She whimpers and tries to shift away. She nods and coughs.
"His address is in the draw of my katil side table. He'll be at work now so..."
"Good, that's the perfect time." anda grab the gun and point it at her. She cries out and holds her hands in front of her face.
"Please, no! I don't want to die! Please!"
"You're pathetic." anda spit and then hit her with the gun, knocking her out. Fucking bitch. She's lucky anda don't kill her. Not after what she did to Emily. anda walk into the other room and go into the draw, anda find the card and write down the address. anda write down as much information about what just happened as possible and then leave. Then anda forget. Then anda remember. Then anda go after him.
"Ah, Miss Campbell, I've been expecting you." He says as he sits down across from you. He's everything anda imagined to be behind that mask. A smug, sharp face that makes anda instantly want to break his face. "I was wondering how long it was going to take anda to find me." He knows why anda are here, that makes this easier.
"Did I meet your expectations?"
"I thought you'd find me two weeks earlier than this but still, you're the only one. I don't know how anda did it, especially with that...condition anda have but anda did it and I must say I'm impressed. I'm sure Emily would be as well." anda grit your teeth. How dare he talk about her! He has no right! Your grip tightens on the gun in your pocket. He sees anda movement and reads it. He opens a draw to his left and puts some files into it, quicker than anda anticipate he pulls a silenced pistol out and shoots anda twice in the chest. One hitting anda just below the shoulder and the other hitting anda just below your left breast. anda gasp and a wheezing sound escapes your throat. He coughs politely walks around and pulls the gun from your pocket, throws it away into the corner and sits on the meja in front of you. "Ah, what a situation you've gotten yourself into Miss Campbell, Can I call anda Naomi?" He doesn't wait for a reply. "Naomi, look what you've done, you've confronted the man that killed and raped your wife and he's not only outsmarted anda but killed anda as well, I thought anda were better than this?" He stands and places a hand on your shoulder, patting it. A single tear trickles down your cheek. You've failed her. "It was quite simple anda see, Naomi. Everyone feels lust and I take what I want and your...girlfriend was a spectacular specimen, absolutely fascinating and after the saat I saw her I knew I had to have her. I know you've met Effy before so this is how it went, I used Effy to get to know Jenna Fitch, she was easily convinced to book the family to see me here and once I'd spoken to Emily I had to have her even more, Emily spoke very highly, anda know?" He steps closer to the window and looks out, smiling into the sun. "Even when I convinced her to do private sessions with me she wouldn't shut up about you, just keep going on and on about her perfect anda two were for each other. It disgusted me. She was so blinded sejak anda that she couldn't see me right in front of her, she wasn't as spectacular as I first thought." He turns to face you. "She was tainted. sejak you. So I took what I wanted. I got Effy to get me your address because Effy can get just about anything and I only had the family's address. I had to keep her in line though, she didn't want to do it at first but once I threatened that boyfriend of hers she did as she was told. So once I had that all I had to do was just simply, take what I wanted and I did just that, but I remember that night well and I remember what anda did to me. I couldn't work for weeks after, that bat left a mark. You'll pay for that." He marches ke hadapan and slams his fist into your face, hard. Twice. anda gasp as anda hit the floor. He kicks anda in the chest and anda cough and splutter.
"So weak. So weak all anda women. So easy to manipulate. But you, anda are one of a kind. I underestimated anda and your male friend, Cook. He chased me away that night but I knew you'd come looking and anda did." anda gasp and look out towards the city. The towers are blurred in your view. anda squeeze your eyes tight and try to focus. anda look around for anything, for any hope. "And he found me, long before anda did but I made sure he didn't tell you, held his life in the palm of my hands and he backed off, promised to keep anda in check but he didn't and I had to make sure Effy made anda forget, lebih than once. But she made a mistake, she made anda kill him and in the cowards death he told anda truth which he could not take back, which led anda to my door. So I hope anda are happy." anda reach up and grade the glass object from the desk. Your hands slips all over it. "Because know anda get to die like the whore of your girlfriend. Do anda want to know what it felt like? To be in her? To have her writh underneath me? She was so happy about it. She loved every saat of it and I'm going to do that to anda too before anda die. Because anda fascinate me as well. How can something so weak just keep coming back?"
"You tell me." anda rasp and slam the snow globe down into the back of his head. His head smashes ke hadapan into the glass and anda hit him again. And again and again and again until anda can't see the shape of a head anymore. All anda see is blood. anda slum down over his dead body. He's finally fucking got what he deserves. They say revenge doesn't bring anda relief, but anda chest feels lighter, anda don't know if that's because of the blood loss atau because it's finally over but when anda slump back to look out over the setting sun. anda smile. I'm coming Ems, I'm coming.
When the sun sets, your eyes close for the last time.
Naomi's eyes open for the first time in a long time and her pupil moves and Emily gasps. That's the first time in months that she's had any movement in that area. "Doctor, doctor!" the redhead cries excitedly. A curly haired man comes running over, out of breath and looking at the blonde anxiously.
"Yes, Emily, how can I help you? I'm very busy, anda see. I've got lots of patients and Naomi's condition isn't one of my main priorities. When it comes to this sort of brain damage..."
"Doctor Jones, focus." The redhead's become use to him. He gets locked on but is a terrific doctor.
"Sorry and please call me JJ." He shakes his head and focuses. "What did anda want Emily?"
"It's Naomi, Doctor. She opened her eyes! And her pupils are moving! Surely that's a good thing." JJ looks at for concerned for a second.
"I've told anda before Emily, Naomi's condition isn't the sort of one she can recover from. She'll be like this most likely forever."
"Can't anda just take a look?" The young doctor frowns but nods his head. Pulls out a tiny torch from inside his white jaket and walks over to the blonde laying in the hospital bed. He reaches down and shines the light into her eyes, Naomi's eye jumps towards the source. He gasps. He reaches over and does the same to the other eye, the same effect.
"This is most unlikely. Most peculiar. A rarity, I don't know how atau what could have caused this. I can only speculate that Naomi is somehow forcing herself better. I don't quite understand it."
"What does this mean, doctor?"
"I honestly, don't know Emily. I won't say for sure she'll get better because that is still very unlikely, she could be reacting to your presence atau her subconscious is struggling to deal with something. All I can say is anda need to be there for her. To care for her. Cinta her like she loves anda and whatever happens, Naomi will be somewhat okay." Emily nods.
"Thank you, JJ."
"Let me know if anything else happens?" Emily nods. She sits back down on the katil seterusnya to the redhead and takes the blondes hand. "Everything will be fine, Nai. I'll never leave you." She reaches down and presses a Ciuman to the blonde's hand. A tear dropping down her check. "Because I know in there, in your head, your thinking about me, too, like I think about anda everyday. So, what would anda like today salad atau jelly...? Jelly's quite nice..." She drags off. As she talks she drags her eyes over the katil seterusnya to her, a brunette girl, she thinks her name is Effy is laying in the katil seterusnya to her, she has a broken leg and her boyfriend, a tall bloke with dark hair is watching over her. He doesn't seem too friendly. She smiled at Tony as he handed her the jelly, he was a porter here, volunteered, he seemed to take a particular interest in Effy but Emily didn't know why, she didn't soalan it. Tony liked to tell Emily that Naomi was dreaming and when that dream ended she'd finally wake up. Emily secretly hoped that was true. Katie came every Sunday with Emily, she'd help feed Naomi, dress her and bring her sister things that she thought would help her. Keep her sane while she looked after her girlfriend. Katie cried about Naomi too sometimes, but she'd never admit it to Emily. She had to put up a dront to her. Cook comes to visit Naomi with Emily sometimes too, he was the one to save them both from the hands of John Foster. He'd come into the house the same night, seen the broken window, come in and found John standing over a bloody Naomi in the bath room, he'd strangled the bloke to death then and there, Emily berkata it was self defence and stuck sejak it. She'd gotten better after the attack, but the blow to Naomi's head was too much and she never recovered.
"So how is she today?" Cook asks sitting down seterusnya to Emily and taking her hand. Emily's sniffs the tears back and shakes her head. He pulls her to his chest and strokes her hair soothingly. "She knows, okay? She knows."
"She knows." Emily says to herself reassuringly. "And even if she doesn't, I'll sit here and rot with her to tell her again, just one lebih time." She'll wait for her, she always will.
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"How many lebih times do I have to tell you, Naomi? Leave this on!" Emily calls from the kitchen.
"And how many lebih times do I have to tell anda it's shit?" Naomi calls back from the living room, legs propped up on the table, flicking the channel over.
"I like it, Naoms." Emily appears at the door, leaning on the frame, pouting at the peroxide blonde. "Please, for me?"
"Oh, fuck sake." Naomi mutters, she knows she's going to cave. "Fine! But anda better sit here and watch it then." Naomi pats the angkasa on the sofa seterusnya to her and looks at Emily expectantly. Emily walks over and sits in the space, leaning in to the comfort of Naomi's touch.
"Thanks, babe."
"I Cinta you."
"I Cinta you, too, Emily..."
It's a room, just an ordinary room, anda don't know where it is atau how long you've been there but you're here. anda look around, some cheap hotel, bed, draws, TV on a small desk, bathroom, nothing unusual. anda press your hand against your forehead and try to remember like anda do every time this happens, anda can't though. It's not your fault, it's a medical condition. Ever since the incident anda can't make new memories, you're not completely fucked though anda still have your old ones, still know who anda are, just can't remember the now. anda shift all your weight and push up off the bed, take another glance around the room before going through things, anda check the draws, nothing there, the wardrobe, just clothes, the bathroom; typical bathroom things. Nothing. "Fuck." anda mutter and sigh.
anda slowly walk over to the large mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door and through your bahagian, atas over your head, standing in your bra, looking at your reflection. The black ink mares your sink, taints it permanently, your fingers gently run over your old ones, the ones anda can tell have been there for a while because they're faded a bit. "Find him and kill him." anda read aloud as your finger runs over the one over your chest. Your hand moves down and moves over the seterusnya one. "John _ raped and killed my wife." And finally your hand trails down to the most baru-baru ini one. "Don't trust anyone." You've obviously recently had a run in with someone that anda can't trust but unfortunately can't remember it. anda try to, but it's just not there. You're hand reaches into your bag that anda carry on your back and anda pull out some pictures, anda flick through them. Hillside motel, must be where you're staying. Cook; don't know what to make of him. That's what's scribbled on the back of the picture of the boisterous boy. anda flick to the seterusnya one; Effy, she'll help anda to her own end. Don't trust her too much. anda try the other pouch on the bag and pull out a couple of pieces of paper, scan them and then drop the others when anda find the newest one, anda can tell from the ink, when anda can't remember anything anda learn to trust your own handwriting. "Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12?" anda flick back to the card of her and reread it: she'll help anda to her own end. Don't trust her too much.
anda stop outside Cassie's cafe. It's a dingy little place on the corner of the scummier end of Bristol, anda reach into your pocket and pull out the note again. Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12. anda have to do this, have constant reminders of your objective otherwise anda forget what you're doing, that's part of your condition. anda pull out the foto-foto to remind yourself of her appearance again and then push open your car door, stepping out and fixing your camera strap over your shoulder. Nothing anda need a picture of here.
anda push open the door to the cafe and step inside, your eyes running over its occupants and picking out the face from the photo, she's at the back, facing away from anda with a coffee in front of her. anda hesitantly make your way over, you're always hesitant because anda can't remember anyone atau anything, better selamat, peti deposit keselamatan than sorry. anda slide into the kerusi, tempat duduk across from her and put your camera down on the table. "...Effy...right?" anda always get this moment of panic when anda assume something because in reality anda know nothing.
"Hello, Naomi." Her voice is cool and very unnerving but anda don't let it phase you. She clearly knows you, that's good enough. "You're late."
"Takes me a while to adjust. I've told anda about my condition, right?" anda reply.
"Yes, anda can't remember anything. anda don't remember me?" She asks and anda shake your head, no, she smiles. "Okay, well, that's shit."
"It is." A silence falls over the pair of anda and Effy just sips at her coffee. Makes no effort to lift the silence. "I'm sorry...but...err...why am I meeting you?"
"You arranged it anda tell me."
"Well, I..."
"Can't remember?"
anda laugh. "Well, no."
"You're here because anda asked me to find someone for you." Effy pushes a brown envelope towards anda over the table, anda reach out and grab it, pull it towards you, don't open it though, not here. anda look up at her. "You've already paid me for it." She jawapan before anda can ask and anda nod.
"Is this...?"
"The guy who killed her?" Your jaw clenches. "I don't know," She sparks up a fag. "Maybe it is, all I know is anda asked me to find him. See anda around, Naomi." And then she's gone and you're left sitting alone at a booth in Cassie's cafe. anda scramble into your pocket and write in big letters on the envelope 'Must read; possibly HIM.'.
"Babe anda call out? Babe what's wrong?"
When anda get back to your room you've forgotten where you've come from, anda scratch the back of your head as anda sit down seterusnya to the window on a creaky old chair. anda go through your pockets and pull out the brown envelope, anda don't know where it's come from but anda recognise your Penulisan on the front of it; Must read; possibly HIM. You're hands tear the envelope open eagerly and anda pull out the contents, an ammo magazine and a small bottle of liquid come out first, anda place the brown envelope down on the meja, jadual and pick up the mag, its for the gun anda keep in your bag, anda recognise the make label on the side and anda always check your gun whenever anda forget, not because anda know anda have it but to see what anda do have. The seterusnya is a small bottle of liquid, anda don't know what it is, looks like water to anda so anda place it to the side and press your hand down on the envelope, smiling when anda feel some paper inside, anda reach inside and remove it, placing it on the meja, jadual in front of anda and scanning it with your eyes.
"John Davies." anda read aloud as anda look over the picture of a man with black hair and blue eyes. anda pull your sleeve up to your elbow and look at the Tatu anda have there. Fact 1: Male.
"Check."
Fact 2: White.
"Check."
Fact 3: First name John.
"Check."
Fact 4: Access to Drugs.
anda don't know that one. anda only know that because Emily was drugged when it happened, that was in the report, anda had a friend that got anda it, well, that's what it says on bahagian, atas of the report, anda wrote it, so you'll never know. anda shake your head and go back to the sheet. It has his address, age, licence plate number, height. Everything anda need to know, anda reach into the envelope one lebih time and find a scrap of paper at the bottom. anda left these at mine the other night. Effy. anda raise your eyebrows, anda stayed at hers? anda try not to think about that and go back to what anda know. What anda do know is that there is a guy, he might not be your guy, but anda wanted him and he could be important. anda reach for your pen and write on the back of the sheet; find him, he has something anda need. And then anda bulatan the address.
anda don't know what you're doing when anda pull up at the address on the back of the paper. You're eyes run over the paper and then anda pull up your sleeves to look at the tattoos. anda open the car door and walk up to the house, knocking briskly. anda look over the red door and the glossy blue paint that coats the house and try to fit this guy into the image of John; it doesn't fit, but nothing ever fucking fits so anda stand patiently and wait for the door to be answered. It doesn't have a creak like most doors have when it opens so anda assume it must be new. The man from the foto sticks his head out. "John Davies?"
"Yeah? What can I do for you?" He pushes the door the rest of the way open and stands on the porch. anda look him up and down. He's nothing special, not overly built but has some muscle on him and is reasonably tall, other than that he looks pretty normal to you.
"Can I come in?" anda ask.
"Sure." He pushes open the door and lets anda inside. There's a picture frame of him and his family as soon as anda walk in the door, two kids and a wife, it doesn't fit. The house itself is neat and well groomed, anda look hard to find something out of place atau a spec of dirt but nothing catches your eye. He takes anda into the living room and gestures for anda to sit down, anda do in the red single chair opposite the 42 inch TV. He's well off. "So, what can I do for you, Miss..?"
"Campbell, Naomi Campbell."
He stifles a laugh. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"That's unfortunate."
"Trust me, I know."
"Anyway," He coughs into his hand. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Yeah..." There's never an easy way to approach this. "Do anda know who I am?"
"No."
"So, we've never met before?"
He glances away from her nervously. "Not that I can...er...remember."
"Do anda know someone called Emily Fitch?"
"Look, what's this all about?"
"Do anda know her, yes atau no?"
"Yeah, I think so. Cute little redhead? Went to Roundview college with my sister?"
"Did anda do it?" anda can't be sure, so anda just have to risk it.
"Do what?" He doesn't know atau he pretends he doesn't so there's only one way anda can find out. anda pull out your gun and point it at his chest.
"Whoa! What the fuck is going on?" He asks in panic.
"You knew Emily, yes?"
"Yeah."
"Did anda know that Emily Fitch died last year?"
"What? No. I'm sorry. I didn't know her personally." He's calmer than he should e for someone with a gun pointed at him, but anda know from experience, from before the incident that people can put on fronts, so your grip tightens.
"She was raped and killed in her home."
"I..."
"By a man named John. John Davies?"
"What? No, I couldn't...I wouldn't...I have a family. I never knew the girl." anda walk over and press the gun against his temple.
"Did anda fucking do it?" Your voice breaks as anda press it against his head. His eyes alih in to focus on the gun as much as he can. "Did you!"
"No!"
"Naomikins!" The doors open and a boisterous male is standing in the door way donning a neatly worn polo baju and jeans. "What the fuck are anda doing?"
"Who the fuck are you?" The gun moves to point at him. He knows you, he knows your name.
"Whoa, back off, blondie, just reach back there into your pockets and pull out those pictures of yours and take a look, then get back to me, yeah?" Your other hand hesitantly complies with what he says, snaking into your pocket and going through the pictures one sejak one until anda find the one with his face on it. Cook; don't know what to make of him.
"Cook?"
"That's right, Naomikins."
"How do I know you?"
"Don't worry, blondie, I know about your condition. Now how about we all sit down and have a cuppa, yeah? This ain't your man. Hell this guys name ain't even John!"
"What? But I've got..." anda pull out the envelope and Cook's already taking it from your hands and scanning it.
"Who the fuck gave anda this?"
"Cook?" John calls.
"Shut the fuck up for a saat mate. Who gave anda this Naomi?" anda have to go through your pockets for a while but anda find and name and give it to Cook. "Fuck, man. Your sister gave her this? What have anda done to piss her off, Tone?" He turns towards the black haired male.
"Your names Tony?" anda ask and he nods. "Then why did anda reply to John?"
"My sister."
"What about her?"
"I'm hiding from her."
"Oh." You'll need to write this down at some point.
"I have a condition, Tony, where I can't remember things after a while. I can remember everything before my 'accident', but not after, so can we make this short. Only so much I can write down." anda tell him and motion with the note pad and pen in your hand for extra effect.
"Sure..." Tony trails off slowly, like he hasn't quite registered yet what she's said. His eyes finally stop on her. "My sister is trying to kill me."
"Why?" You're very blunt, always have been.
"Naomikins let the man tell the story!" Cook interrupts. anda scowl at him.
"My sister is trying to kill me because she believes that I owe her money."
"For what?"
"Drugs." Of course, anda think, because it's always about drugs and money. Well, that's what films tell anda anyway. So, anda write down drugs and money from Effy and then wait for more. "It was an incident, if happened a while back, this guy contacted us saying that he would send us twice the amount of booze we order from his company, sounds good, right?" anda nod. "Too bad I'm too gullible for my own good, I like to see the good in everyone so I did just that but what I didn't know."
"Oh, and here's the corker." Cook slaps his arm chair excitedly, anda glance at him and force the smile fighting its way to the surface back down. No time for smiles. anda don't remember smiling recently. anda know the feeling of your lips moving into the position and the sound of the laughter erupting from your throat but anda don't have the emotion. The joy. It's just gone.
"That's one way to put it." Tony nods but he doesn't smile, doesn't share Cooks excitement. "You see the thing is that Effy had a new boyfriend at the time and I didn't know that because she'd never berkata anything to me and she..."
"She did anda over." anda say with realisation and scribble that down quickly. anda don't know if anda can trust Effy at all now. What anda wrote on the card was accurate but nowhere near this accurate.
"Yeah...she planned it all. Freddie was going to do me for five grand but I clocked on she left a message on my answer phone one hari that was meant for him and after that I just pieced the rest of it together. I confronted her and she hit me with an ashtray, after that I've been running. But I've been doing some research as well and it gets worse. anda see, Freddie's a heroin addict, a real bad one, abuses both methadone and the real stuff at the same time. He ordered a shit load of drugs and was going to pay the debt off with the money he was going to steal from me. I shut down the bar and have been moving around ever since."
"Fuck me. Is she still really looking for you?" anda ask. anda just realised that you've been with this manipulative jalang, perempuan jalang earlier.
"She bumped into Cook and I five months lalu and let's just say it wasn't pretty. If I didn't have Cook there to back me up at the time they'd have found a way to do whatever they want to do to me right then and there." Tony's looking down at his hand now and anda feel sorry for the bloke. I'm sure he's done some shit stuff in his life as well but for right now all anda know is his perspective so anda write it all down and then tuck it into the back of your jean pocket.
"So, where the fuck do anda come into this story?" anda ask Cook and he laughs.
"Can't talk now, Naomikins, I have to go see some man about some drugs," He glances at Tony with a shrug. "Sorry, mate." Tony waves it off and stares off out the window. Effy's fucked his whole life over now. anda can sympathise with Tony because he doesn't have a life now, sure he has this fake one but he doesn't really exist. anda know that feeling, anda feel it every time anda wake up and try and figure out where the hell anda are and how anda got there. "Meet me here tonight at 8, alright? And whatever the fuck anda do, don't bump atau whatever into miss I like to manipulative people because I'm a fucking cunt, alright?" anda nod. "Good. See anda then, bye Tone, mate. Booze tomorrow!" and the door slams shut. anda glance at Tony who glances back at anda awkwardly and then.
"Sorry, who are you?"
"I'm Tony, we've been talking for the last ten minutes."
"Sorry, just gotta read something..." anda reach back into your pocket and go through some notes. It makes sense again.
"Is everything alright, Emily?" Naomi hands run over the empty angkasa in the katil seterusnya to her. There's a slight bang and she jumps, head turning towards it. The blonde's alert now, she's always been paranoid. Naomi shift so she's sitting up in the katil and then her feet touch the cold floor boards. She shiver, there's something in the air. She alih towards the cupboard at the back end of the room and reach inside, her fingers wrapping around the wooden handle of her protection; a baseball bat. She heads toward the sumber of the noise.
It's weird, sneaking around her own home. In the hari it's a place for Emily and her to relax, unwind and just be together but at night the place becomes eerie. It's not especially big atau small, it's a kind of in-between place. Emily found it in some cheap newsagents going out of business, they let them have a discount but it was still a little bit out of their price range. Emily had promise she'd work lebih shifts if Naomi would let them get it. She'd caved well, because it's Emily and she loves her and, well, that's it really, that's what Cinta does to a person. It had been hard for the first few months, hungrier than used to being, no little dips into pockets for stuff they didn't need but wanted to and no tv, for the first few months. Naomi had then hit the jackpot when she'd landed a promotion at work, protesting didn't really reap the benefits but when anda hit that jackpot and someone notices anda and anda get picked up, that little extra cash goes a long way and that's where the good times had really started.
As Naomi crept down the hall, her hand running over the cream coloured walls she smiles. She always liked decorating with Emily, she made it fun.
"Pass me the brush, babe?" Naomi placed the roller on the floor and stood back up, wiping her brow. Always hurt her back, painting ceilings. She looked over to her redhead girl who had some paint sitting on the end of her button nose. Naomi laughed to herself. How does she get herself into these situations, she wondered. She stepped toward the redhead and placed her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it.
"What are anda doing?" Emily asked, staring at her girlfriend confused.
"You've got some...Just let me..." Her suckled thumb rubbing the paint from Emily's nose.
"Thanks, mum."
"Hey, I was only trying to be nice, Ems."
"Painting's about getting messy, everything doesn't have to be so neat and organised, anda know?" Emily flicked some paint toward Naomi, stripping it down her shirt.
"I like this shirt!" Naomi cried outraged.
"So, get another one?"
"At forty pound a go, Emily it's not that easy to get a new one because your redhead girlfriend has a fetish for throwing paint." She grumbled and walked over, picked up a brush and returned to the can, dipped it in and began to slide it up and down the wall. Covering its surface in a thick gloop of cream paint, she smoothed one saat down and moved onto another. Emily pouted, trying to catch the blonde's attention. Naomi noticed but pretended not to, focused on the dinding in front of her rather than the sexy redhead to her left. Emily placed her hands on Nan's hips, running them up her sides before pulling her into a hug, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder, pressing a Ciuman to her cheek.
"I'm sorry." Silence.
"You will be." Naomi laughed and flicked some paint right down Emily's top. A gasp and Emily slaps her on the shoulder.
"You bitch! I thought anda were angry at me!" Naomi winks and dodges away from the redhead. "Get back here!" Emily chases her. Picking up her own paint brush she starts to flick lebih paint towards the blonde. Naomi's laugh is infectious and Emily can't help herself, soon enough she's laughing along with the blonde, dodging paint and trying to catch Naomi out. Eventually, Emily fakes dodging one way and goes another, Naomi running straight into her arms. "Gotcha!" Emily's face is so proud, the fact she's outsmarted the blonde overtaking her face and breaking out in a broad smile. Naomi takes a hand full of paint and smears it down the redhead's cheek, laughing at Emily's change in facial expression when she does it. Emily takes some lebih and smears it across Naomi's forehead. "Karma." She states in her sweetest tone of voice and cocks her head at Naomi. Naomi smiles. She looks so cute like that. She loves her. So she kisses her. Emily smiles into the Ciuman and kisses her back, let's Naomi push her up against the dinding only to realise it's covered in paint. "Nai..."
"What?" Naomi grunts from the kiss.
"The walls paint is getting smudged. Can we take this to the floor?" Naomi doesn't say anything just pulls Emily back and pushes her down to the ground, climbing on bahagian, atas of the redhead. Emily groans and tightens her grip in Naomi's hair, the paints gonna be a jalang, perempuan jalang to get out later but she doesn't care because Naomi is pressing kisses down her collarbone and one of her hand is slowly trailing down to the place she really wants it to be. It's the messiest sex they've ever had, but one of the best.
Naomi's mind is filled with that memory all the time she's pressed up against the wall. A bang sounds out from the other end of the house, in the kitchen, but she doesn't have time to go check that because she can hear Emily crying in the bath room seterusnya to her. Her eyes begin to water. Not Emily, what's happened? She can hear other people in the room with her as well moving around. Breathing becomes hard. She can't let anything happen to her. Her grip tightens on the bat, sweat on her palms she steps one step closer to the door. She wants to be there now. In the room but something is keeping her from doing so.
Slow and steady, the whimper gets louder to her, banging around in her head. Emily! And when she hears a cry, just the tiniest of sounds she kicks into over drive, pushing ke hadapan so kicks open the door, instinct carrying her. There's one guy on bahagian, atas of Emily holding her down as he takes her. Naomi's eyes fill with rage. "Get the fuck off her!" She screams. A head turns towards her and there's a chuckle. She charges forward, hitting the man square in the head with the bat. He falls to the floor in a sprawl. "Emily! Emily are anda okay?" She's shaking the redhead's shoulders, hoping to get some form of life from here. There's a groan and she smiles happily, looks around for something to cover the redhead up with. A towel, the blonde reaches for it, placing it over Emily's exposed body when it's finally in her hands.
"It's okay, babe. It'll be fine. I'm here now, okay?" Cradling the redhead to her chest Naomi promises herself that she'll never let go of the redhead again. She doesn't hear the floor creak behind her before it's too late and she's shoved against the wall, her head smacking into the glass cabinet and cracking her skull. Her vision starts to fade and she blinks, looking up at her attacker. It's the man she hit, he'd recovered, bleeding heavily from his head but has recovered. He looks down at her. Black mask donning his face and cocks his head at her. If he had no mask she was sure he'd be smiling smugly at her. Panic rises in her once last time, hoping for a burst of adrenaline but nothing comes. She can't do anything, she's helpless. Her eyes drop down to the redhead who's starting to stir. Emily's eyes open and she looks at the blonde confused, and then she sees the blonde. "Naomi!" she mouths, can't speak. Lost her voice. Naomi tries to fight it, tries to stay awake but the blackness that is starting to surround her is getting even harder to fight off. The last thing she does before she succumbs is reach out her hand and grip Emily's, one last squeeze. Hope.
She coughs, hard and fast. She coughs again. There's something around her mouth. Her eyes are fuzzy and luminous lights are hanging above her head. What the fuck? She looks around, her vision starting to focus, breathing heavy. What the fuck? "Naomi? Naomi! She's waking up, doc!" She hears a male's voice.
"It's Cook, Naomi. I'm a mate of Emilio's from work."
"What are anda doing here?" Naomi's voice is hoarse. Cook hands her some water and helps her drink it.
"I was coming round late, to drop some stuff off that Emilio left at work. Her bag and stuff. She just left it sitting on her desk. Probably got too busy with all that paper work."
"Probably..." Naomi muses. "Cook? That's your name, right?"
"Yes, Naomi?"
"Where's Emily?"
"Ah."
anda don't know why, but that stuck. Not knowing Cook. anda don't remember who he is, well, anda do every time he reminds anda of how, but anda remember the fact that she died. anda think it's because even though you've got short term memory loss, some part of anda cares so much about Emily that it can overcome the part of your brain that tells anda to forget. Well, that's what anda like to think anyway. anda read over your notes one lebih time. anda only have a short amount of time when anda do this to plan out what your seterusnya step in your plan is. What Tony told anda is of great importance, so anda write on Effy's foto 'need to see her about what Tony said.'. Cook berkata he'd meet anda later so anda write a note to yourself saying 'meet Cook later at Tony's'. Those are the seterusnya two steps. anda look back up to the house with Tony sitting inside and sigh. Fucking family. anda put the key into the ignition and press down on the accelerator hard, anda wish anda could remember him...he seemed like a nice guy.
anda wait for a call, anda sit in your room and wait. Keep picking up the piece of paper anda wrote on and just wait. The phone rings a couple of times and anda pick it up hastily, it's only the motel manager checking in on you. He knows about your condition and he seems like a nice guy. Caring. Annoying as well though because all anda need is this call and then anda can get one step closer to figuring out this massive mess you've unintentionally gotten yourself involved in. Just as anda start to ponder the components of the game, the phone rings, you're on your feet and answer hastily. "Hello?"
"Naomi?" a cool voice replies.
"Who is this?"
"Effy, don't anda remember me?" It's slightly patronizing. It irritates anda but anda don't feel comfortable enough to voice that opinion.
"No."
"That's right, you've got a con-"
"—diton, yeah. anda know that, well, at least I think anda do. Why are anda playing games?" The confusion evident in your voice.
"I'm not playing games."
"Then what are anda doing?"
"I'm hoping one of these days you'll remember me." And it knocks anda completely off balance. anda wonder if anda wrote anything down about Effy's uncanny ability to put people off edge anywhere, unlikely, anda only write down the important things. "Can anda come over?"
"Why?"
"I need to see you."
"About what?" anda are holding her photograph in your hands. 'She'll help anda to her own end. Don't trust her too much' even lebih prominent then even. anda slowly shake the photo, hoping some sort of secret answer will come from it. It doesn't. anda place it back down and wait for her reply, but she's been silent for a while.
"How'd it go?"
"Who is this?" anda ask. anda don't know who you're on the phone to.
"It's...Effy." She says confused. anda reach down and pick up the picture again. Effy, 'dont' trust her too much'. It's hard, when anda forget so quickly and have to remember so fast.
"Right, okay, what did anda want?"
"How did it go with John Davies?"
John Davies? anda cari around the room. It doesn't take anda long, anda gather the necessary information you're looking for. "He wasn't the guy I was looking for." It's cryptic. anda want to throw her off balance.
"Anything happen?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just asking." anda liar, anda think. "You need to come see me."
"And why is that, Effy?" anda can hear the patience running thin in your own voice now and Effy takes a breath in before replying.
"Because I think I might have found the guy."
"You've berkata that before to me." anda sigh.
"I know, but I think I've finally got him. It all fits!" She sounds genuine but anda can't be sure. Have to listen to your own handwriting after all.
"And what make this one so special?" anda take a breath in. "Because you've been sure of all of them before and none of them have been the right one. I've looked for so long and so hard and I know there comes a period of trial and error but I don't think I can take much more. I think I'll have to do it on my own..." anda put the bait out there.
"No!..." She coughs. "I mean, no, let me help you. I'm sure this is him, I promise."
"Why are anda so eager to help me?" anda shoot back.
"Because I care." Off balance again. Fuck sake.
"Fuck it," anda mutter. "Fine, I'll be round soon."
"Cool." She balas and then she's gone. anda write something down and then take a moment for yourself. anda forget it all just like that, but anda remember it later, anda always remember it later.
When anda knock, anda don't know what to expect. "Come on." anda don't even see Effy when she pulls the door ajar and walks back into the darkness, well, anda think it's her. anda just see a figure, no detail. anda step inside hesitantly and close the door. Her house is fucking creepy. Paper with notes scribbled on them all hung up over the place, some Kucing scattering around and the distinct smell of whiskey filling its entirety. anda step on something and it crunches, anda groan. These shoes look nice, anda hope they weren't too much, anda don't even look at what anda stepped in, just walk on through towards Effy's direction.
"Effy?" anda call out and take a step closer.
"In here." She calls from a room at the back. anda hear her placing glasses on the side. "So, how'd it go with John Davies?" Time to stop playing games.
"You know how it went!" Her eyes bulged out and she turns towards you.
"What do anda mean?"
"I already told you." This catches her off guard. She laughs at that, it's fake, she knows it and so do you. She's fumbling around with a cigarette packet in her hands. She pulls it out and lights it, taking a drag, glazing her eyes. She looks from side to side. "What's up with you?"
"Did anda kill him?" Effy almost hisses it.
Your eyes bulge. "What?"
She advances on you. "Did anda kill him?" It's louder but still harsh. Pressing anda back into the cabinet.
"Get the fuck off me, psycho bitch!" anda roar and push her away, reaching for your gun and holding it out at her. "Back the fuck off! I know okay, I know! I know that Tony's your brother. I know that anda sent me there to clear his debt, well, fuck you, Effy! I'm not a hit man!"
"Yes, anda are! You're a fuck up." It catches anda off guard. anda thought that because you'd pulled a gun and got the upper hand with the big reveal. "You stupid little bitch! Looking for jawapan where there aren't any," She's in your face now. Mocking you. Your teeth grit in frustration and your eyes tear in horror. "You can't find the truth because there isn't any truth to be found. Your cunt of a wife got what she deserved and you'll get what anda deserve as well! anda are nothing. Pathetic, fucking retard!" anda hit her with the gun, hard across the face and she looks back at anda shocked.
"Shut up!" anda shout. "Shut the fuck up! I want some jawapan and I want them now! You're going to give them to me atau I'm going to make you!" anda declare and advance on the wounded girl. anda don't get the chance though because somebody hits anda from behind and anda feel that familiar darkness overtake you. Fuck sake, not again.
Effy rummages through your pockets. anda don't know though, you're not awake. She picks up the foto-foto and takes a lighter from her pocket, burning all of them. She goes into your bag this time and pulls your camera from it. anda give the camera to Freddie and make him take one of you, anda write on it. 'She will help.' She slides it back into your pocket and turns to the tall male seterusnya to her. "What anda gonna do, Ef? She's onto us." Effy goes into her bag again and looks at the notes. She pulls out a few pages and burns them, too.
"Not anymore she's not."
"What anda gonna do now?"
Effy picks up the last picture and smiles. It's a picture of Cook. She knows who he is. Of course she does. He's Naomi's lad dog, guardian Angel who keeps an eye out for her ever since the accident. "We're going to get rid of our problems. She'll do it this time. I'll make sure of it."
Freddie smiles. "Good."
"Naomi! Naomi! Wake up! Fucking hurry up and wake up!" anda hear the voice of someone calling at you. anda force your eyes open and look up. anda don't recognise the brunette above you.
"Wha..who are you?" anda mumble.
"It's Effy!" She rummages into your pocket and pulls out a picture, hands it towards you. anda look it over, recognise the picture see the words and nod to yourself. anda know who she is. anda can trust her. anda seem to be bound in ropes, anda can feel it round your wrists. Effy takes a pisau from the dapur counter and cuts them. "Quick, we have to get out of here! He'll come back!"
"Who!" anda exclaim. She doesn't answer, just pulls anda to your feet and pushes anda towards the door. There's banging on the dinding seterusnya to anda and your head snaps towards it. Fuck. She's right. He's here! But where's here ad who the fuck is he! Is he the one that killed Emily! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! anda and Effy are out the door and into the sunshine. She pulls anda towards the car door and pushes anda inside.
"He's coming! Drive!" She hands anda the keys. anda put them in and drive. Drive so fast that anda leave marks on the ground and smoke in the air. "Keep going!"
"Where! Fucking where!" anda perahu nelayan kecil, pukulan a hand against the steering wheel.
"Pull over here!" anda do. Effy pushes her hair back and groans.
"What the fuck was that?" anda are bound to forget soon, anda think. anda rummage through your bag and pulling out a pen and paper. Effy sits in silence. "Will anda hurry the fuck up! Time isn't on my side anda know."
"It was Cook."
"Who?"
"You've met him before. He was trying to kill you. Luckily I found you. He'd tied anda up and put anda in that house. A friend of mine and I tracked anda down, they gave me the address and I came for you. He's the one who killed Emily. He admitted it to me and tried to stab me but I got the better of him and knocked him out. He was in the other room. Look." She holds out her arm with a Slash down the side of it. It's deep and anda cringe, looks painful.
"He's...the one?"
"Yes!"
"He admitted it?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"I don't know. He told me. To rub it in probably. berkata anda found him somehow."
"No..." anda pause. Your hati, tengah-tengah is beating faster than ever. Adrenaline. anda need this to be over and it's so close to it being over. Is this him? Really? It seems that way. Emily, he will pay. I promise. Effy looks at anda expectantly. "Why did he do it?"
Effy sighs. "I don't know." Silence follows. Effy reaches over and grabs the paper and pen from your hands. She scribbles something down onto it and hands it back to you. 'James Cook. anda can find him at this address. He'll be the one in the polo baju and dirty hair.' The address is written underneath for you. anda frown. How does Effy know all this?
"Aren't anda worried that he's going to come after us? And why don't we just go back there? He's all knocked out. We could just go in and end it and that would be that." anda point out the obvious.
"He was waking up when I left. He'll be gone sejak now. I know for a fact that he had to meet someone this evening, that's who I got the information off. His name is Tony, that address is his house. Now go, Naomi. Get him, before anda forget." anda scribble some lebih information down on the paper and then look back up at Effy. "Thank you." She smiles.
"No problem, Naomi." And then gets out of the car. anda watch as a girl anda don't know walks across the road and up the path. anda can't help but think she looks mysterious.
anda chew on the pen as anda sit outside of the house. anda don't think you've been here before. anda don't know how anda found this 'Cook' character before either. He doesn't fit some of the slots in your story but the way anda woke up, well, from what you've gotten written down in front of anda would suggest this is finally him. And that puts anda on edge. Emily, anda smile just thinking about her. She was wronged, fucking wronged! Murder like some little bug, a speck of nothing on the earth's surface and it makes the rage boil up in anda so bad. anda grip the gun in your palm and look at the house one lebih time. Fuck it. Time to just do something instead of sitting back! anda push open the car door, slam it shut and walk up to the house, anda knock and wait. "Alright, Naomikins!"
BANG.
He's down, Cook's on the floor with a look of horror on his face. He reaches down to his stomach and presses his shaking had against the wound, he pulls it back and looks at the blood. He looks back up at her. "Naomikins...why?" He gasps.
"What's going on in here?" Tony asks stepping in from the other room. anda point the gun at him. Effy berkata he'd be here.
"Back off."
"Naomi!" Tony's shocked. "What the fuck have anda done? Cook, Cook, are anda alright mate?" He bends down not caring about the gun and pulls Cook close to him trying to get a better look at the wound. "Oh, fuck! It's bad!" He runs out the room and goes to find something. anda don't know why anda haven't shot him yet. You're looking from the gun and back to Cook. anda don't feel that rage anymore, anda don't feel the satisfaction. Some part of anda feels dread. That you've got the wrong man, that you've killed an innocent.
"You shouldn't have done it." anda state, pointing the gun at Cook again.
"Done what, Naomikins? Be there for you? Look after you? Make sure anda don't go off the rails?"
"What?" anda throw the gun out in outrage. Confused, you're so fucking confused. Don't listen to him. He might be lying! "What are anda talking about?"
"Whose got anda twisted, blondie? Who's been telling anda fucking lies?" He mutters. Laughs to himself meekly and crawls towards the meja, jadual top. He opens the bahagian, atas draw. anda point the gun at him. "Don't worry I aint gonna hurt you. Take a look at this. I brought it round to show, ya. Something anda needed to see. Should've shown anda ages lalu but didn't want anda to think I didn't care. Cuz i do." He hands an envelope to you, it should've been completely white but droplets of blood had landed on it. It was smeared now, tainted. Your hand shakes as anda take it, anda recognise the hand Penulisan of the name, it's Emily's. It says 'James.'
Dear James,
I'm Penulisan anda this out of caution. Over the last couple of weeks I haven't felt safe, not because of any immediate threat but because of a feeling. Yeah, I know, right? Typical Emily blowing things out of proportion. But someone's been following me I'm sure of it. I don't know who but I can feel them watching me all the time. I've gone to the police but they won't listen. I'm worried, James. I can trust you, I know anda and you're an okay guy, so that's why I'm asking you. If anything happens to me, will anda make sure that Naomi's alright? Make sure that she can cope. That she's not alone. She's never been one to be open about her feelings, just...even when she's being a complete bitch, just promise me anda won't give up on her? She means so much to me.
Love,
Emily.
For the first time in a long time anda feel a tear running down your cheek. anda haven't cried in a long time. Not since, well, since anda found out about Emily. Not since anda promised that you'd avenge her. The gun shakes in your hand and anda try to control it. "I'm sorry..." anda whisper and Cook laughs.
"It's alright, Naomikins, we all make mistakes."
"Fuck." anda drop to your knees and crawl towards him. anda pull him to you. "You were only trying to help. anda weren't him at all. Shit. Fuck sake, Ems." anda laugh to yourself. Always has to play the guardian angel.
"Yeah, Fuck sake, Ems." Cook repeats and calls anda close. "I know anda don't remember me, Blondie, but I've been there, yeah? I know anda and I know what you're doing. We've been over this a thousand times. I don't know if you're gonna find what you're looking for, but it is just what you're looking for, babe. Emily wouldn't want this, anda know it, I know it. anda can't alih on because of this fucked up brain thing anda got going on but, anda gotta find peace. Gotta get some relief, blondie, cuz this shit's consuming you."
"Why aren't anda lebih angry? I just fucking shot you!" anda cry, tears cascading down your cheeks now. It feels good. Good to cry. Cook tugs anda closer.
"You already know."
"What?"
"You already know who it is."
"What!" Confusion growing inside of you.
"I hid it from you...Emily wouldn't have...wanted...look...closer." He coughs up blood this time and then drops back against the floor, weezing as his body twitches. Naomi hand comes up to her mouth in shock. What the fuck? She reaches foward.
"Don't touch him!" Tony commands. Dropping to the floor, he presses two fingers against Cook's neck looking for a pulse. "He's...dead. Fucking dead." Tony mutters. He sits back on his knees and rubs his eyes. "Come on, Cook buddy, it was going so well. Why'd anda have to go leave the party early? anda always were king of the party." anda hear him mutter under his breath. That's his way of grieving anda guess. anda don't know why but this guy that anda can't even remember death has effected anda a lot then anda anticipated. Guilt it's a jalang, perempuan jalang and it's stinging like hell right now. anda pull anda look at him in shock. "He's fucking dead! The police will be here soon and he wouldn't want anda caught." anda stay still. "You've done enough! Leave! Get the fuck out!" With his final roar anda push yourself to your feet, grab then gun and run out of the door. anda hope that you'll forget this fast. Forget killing a man. anda can't stand it so far.
It's a graveyard, just an ordinary graveyard. You've been here many times before, well anda think anda have. Your notes say so. anda look out at the hundreds of stones in front of anda and none of them matter, none but one. Emily's. anda are in front of Emily's grave. "I...I've never understood...didn't understand what people were supposed to be doing here...when they come to grave yards to talk to something that isn't there. I just know...oh fuck...I miss you, okay, Emily?" Your voice breaks. "I...miss your smile and anda hair and your smell and I miss every fucking thing about you, alright? Sometimes it's hard, so fucking hard and all I want to do is be in your arms again in our bed, in our home! The place where we belong. It's not fair! It's not fair that anda were taken from me. I needed you. I...still need you." anda drop down and press your head against her gravestone, your tears dropping onto the stone beside it. "I'm broken. The person who I am now isn't the Naomi anda love...and I'm...I'm scared anda wouldn't Cinta me like this. I killed someone innocent. Someone anda asked to look after me if anda ever...you know...and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. My words feel empty. I feel so numb. I'm Lost without anda Emily. Dead." Your tears overcome anda and anda just sit there for a few minutes, arms wrapped around a gravestone because it's the closet anda can get to her. And anda need it. "I have to end it though, I know it's not what anda want, but I need an end game, okay? After all this it's a utama for me, no one with my condition can truly live a normal life. I can't even get over anda Emily, anda are my one and only. I can't forget you, I wouldn't want to. I Cinta you." anda have to end it.
"She misses you, too, anda know?" anda hear from behind you.
"Katie?" anda ask through your tear filled eyes.
"Yeah, it's me, bitch." She crouches down on the ground seterusnya to anda and puts down some flowers. "Hey, sis, how are anda today? Keeping tidy, I see." She komen-komen about the condition of the grave. "I'm sorry, I haven't been around for her as much as you'd want me to be." anda look at her. "It's was hard for me as well, yeah? I loved you, too, anda silly muff muncher. I'll look after her now, though. I promise, I won't let her do anymore damage then she's already done." anda smile. Katie can be less bitchlike sometimes.
"And what makes anda think I want your protection?"
"Shhh! I'm talking here." Katie snaps playfully. "She loves you, I see that now. I'm sorry I doubted it. Cinta you, Ems. See anda soon." And with that Katie stands and offers her hand to you. "Coffee?" this is the first time you've spoken to Katie since the accident. She was unreasonable after blaming you. She's had time to cool off and anda are happy. anda pull out your pad and pen and scribble something down. "There's something I have to do first, but when it's finished," anda grit your teeth. anda are ending this. One way atau another. No more, no fucking more! "We'll put Emily to rest properly, yeah?"
"I'd like that."
"Me too." And then Katie's gone, after giving anda a brief hug.
What you've scribbled? Hope.
It's just a motel room, an ordinary hotel room. anda know you've been here before because of the key in your pocket. anda step inside and look around. It's normal. Bed, tv on a small desk, draws and a bathroom, nothing unusual. anda walk over to the katil and sit down on the edge. It's early morning, the sun is shining through the window. anda look out and smile. You've forget the pain of last night, sure, it's down on paper but it's not the same. anda don't feel the guilt as much now, because anda can't remember and that helps. anda stand in front of the mirror completely bare, looking yourself up and down, seeing yourself inside out. The phone rings and makes anda jump, it's just the motel clerk checking on you. He seems like a nice guy. anda hang up and look back at yourself. Your Tatu mare your skin, anda trace your fingers across the main one. The one anda look at all the time, just to remind yourself, motivate yourself and keep anda on edge. "John _ raped and killed my wife." anda look at how faded it is, has it really been that long? anda look at some others, Rawak bits of information that have led anda to this point. There's a very old one, one you've never really understood until now. It says "Look closer...lights off." anda frown. A message from Cook? How'd he get it on her body? Have anda known something before and forgotten it since then?
anda sit around for a while trying to figure it out. Something to look closer at? anda pull out all your notes and go through everything, every little detail but none of it makes sense. It annoys anda because anda like to think that you've become a person that looks over every detail, into every nook and cranny until anda uncover everything, and anda can't find one thing. One thing that could be so vitally important, but then again it might be nothing. Cook seemed nice enough, but could he have figured it out all before her? anda cari for a long time, don't look up to the clock just keeps going. It's annoying that anda have to keep remembering everything before anda can start looking again. And then anda find something, in the most miraculous way, anda feel anger rise up in anda and it's your favourite emotion, it's one of power and true feeling, to feel the rage inside you, to anda means anda are still alive and kicking. anda pick up the lamp on the meja seterusnya to you, it's creating minimal light in the room but anda need it to read, but fuck it, anda smash it against the wall. It darkens the corner of the room anda are in, the rest is lit up sejak daylight but the back corner of it isn't. anda sigh and run your hand through your hair, dropping your hand back down something catches anda are, there's something on your hand, it's tinted green and covering your thumb. What the fuck? anda walk over towards your katil side meja, jadual to try and get a better look in the light but it disappears. anda gasp. anda alih back over to the meja and open one of the draw, pull out the envelope entitled 'Must read: might be HIM!' and tip the contents on the meja top, anda hold up the small bottom of clear liquid. anda know what it is now. Invisible ink. Lights out. Your eyes bug. anda grab and pen and scribble it down so anda won't forget. anda walk over to the curtains, pull them and push them into the windows blocking out as much light as possible. anda alih over back into the blackness and look around the room, for anything atau any sort of clue. It's the only hope you've got. Nothing, anda sigh and sit down in the meja chair, anda were sure anda were onto something. Then anda see it, the familiar green tint, the tiniest speck of it sticking out from the corner of the massive picture of a bot on the motel wall. Above the bed. anda smile. anda stand up on the katil and lift the picture and drop it down. anda look back in awe. No fucking way. Written on your dinding in your own hand Penulisan is. "Effy knows who he is. Go find her. Watch out for Freddie, it took anda fucking long enough."
anda write it down, you've never written so fast in your life.
anda kicked the door hard, the hinges snap under the force and the door bursts open. No time for games. anda shoot Freddie in the chest three times as soon as he stands to stop you, he drops like a sack of shit and Effy screams in horror. anda smile, point the gun at her and shoot her once in the leg. She drops, it's not over for her yet. Oh, no.
anda grab her sejak her hair and pull her to the wall, anda crouch down, putting pressure on her leg and holding her there with your other hand. She cries out in pain. "No lebih games, Effy! anda tell me what I want to know and anda tell me now!"
"I don't..."
"Don't anda lie! I know anda know who he is. Now, anda tell me the whole story and anda tell me now otherwise I'll shoot anda in the other leg as well and leave anda here." anda press the gun hard against her other knee topi, cap and she whimpers. anda know she's going to break before she does. "Well!" anda ask forcefully pushing the gun harder.
"Alright! Okay! Okay! anda win. I'll talk."
"Yeah, anda will." anda take joy in your victory, smirking at the squirming brunette. "Now, tell me."
"Okay, his...ah, watch it...sorry, his name is John Foster. He's a therapist."
"A therapist, why would he want Emily?"
"He likes to collect girls okay. He likes to manipulate them, he did it to me I was one of his patients. He tried to get me to run away with him, to be with him but I wouldn't have it. I thought that would be it after that, that he would leave me alone and I'd be fine and happy to be with Freddie. Oh fuck Freddie." Effy's eyes fall on the body of her boyfriend.
"Don't look at him," anda slap her. "Look at me." She does, teary eyed and scared. anda almost feel for the girl, almost.
"Okay," glancing at Freddie. "He..errr...he came back, hurt Freddie. Threatened to kill us both unless we did what he said, but then anda and that Cook guy had to fucking catch on, didn't you? anda had to go and wreck what we had going and he told us to make anda forget, so we did. We blamed my brother, I didn't want to do that, but anda haven't meet this guy, okay? He's controlling. He can make anda do things and I had to...I just had to. When Cook found this all out he kept it from you, but anda found something, a video clip of John Foster and anda knew, anda just knew and then anda found proof. We burned it, burned all the information anda had on him in some hope that you'd forget about it and anda did, for 3 months, 3 months we got without him at our door and you've gone and fucked it again."
"Why Emily though?"
"Because she was seeing him."
"I knew she was seeing a therapist. She told me for family counselling. But why did he choose her?" anda ask, angrily.
"Because she didn't have a family to go looking. He didn't count on you, though. She never mentioned that anda were so...persistent." anda almost growl at her for that.
"Where can I find him?"
"You don't want to."
"WHERE!" anda cry and push the gun against her skull. She whimpers and tries to shift away. She nods and coughs.
"His address is in the draw of my katil side table. He'll be at work now so..."
"Good, that's the perfect time." anda grab the gun and point it at her. She cries out and holds her hands in front of her face.
"Please, no! I don't want to die! Please!"
"You're pathetic." anda spit and then hit her with the gun, knocking her out. Fucking bitch. She's lucky anda don't kill her. Not after what she did to Emily. anda walk into the other room and go into the draw, anda find the card and write down the address. anda write down as much information about what just happened as possible and then leave. Then anda forget. Then anda remember. Then anda go after him.
"Ah, Miss Campbell, I've been expecting you." He says as he sits down across from you. He's everything anda imagined to be behind that mask. A smug, sharp face that makes anda instantly want to break his face. "I was wondering how long it was going to take anda to find me." He knows why anda are here, that makes this easier.
"Did I meet your expectations?"
"I thought you'd find me two weeks earlier than this but still, you're the only one. I don't know how anda did it, especially with that...condition anda have but anda did it and I must say I'm impressed. I'm sure Emily would be as well." anda grit your teeth. How dare he talk about her! He has no right! Your grip tightens on the gun in your pocket. He sees anda movement and reads it. He opens a draw to his left and puts some files into it, quicker than anda anticipate he pulls a silenced pistol out and shoots anda twice in the chest. One hitting anda just below the shoulder and the other hitting anda just below your left breast. anda gasp and a wheezing sound escapes your throat. He coughs politely walks around and pulls the gun from your pocket, throws it away into the corner and sits on the meja in front of you. "Ah, what a situation you've gotten yourself into Miss Campbell, Can I call anda Naomi?" He doesn't wait for a reply. "Naomi, look what you've done, you've confronted the man that killed and raped your wife and he's not only outsmarted anda but killed anda as well, I thought anda were better than this?" He stands and places a hand on your shoulder, patting it. A single tear trickles down your cheek. You've failed her. "It was quite simple anda see, Naomi. Everyone feels lust and I take what I want and your...girlfriend was a spectacular specimen, absolutely fascinating and after the saat I saw her I knew I had to have her. I know you've met Effy before so this is how it went, I used Effy to get to know Jenna Fitch, she was easily convinced to book the family to see me here and once I'd spoken to Emily I had to have her even more, Emily spoke very highly, anda know?" He steps closer to the window and looks out, smiling into the sun. "Even when I convinced her to do private sessions with me she wouldn't shut up about you, just keep going on and on about her perfect anda two were for each other. It disgusted me. She was so blinded sejak anda that she couldn't see me right in front of her, she wasn't as spectacular as I first thought." He turns to face you. "She was tainted. sejak you. So I took what I wanted. I got Effy to get me your address because Effy can get just about anything and I only had the family's address. I had to keep her in line though, she didn't want to do it at first but once I threatened that boyfriend of hers she did as she was told. So once I had that all I had to do was just simply, take what I wanted and I did just that, but I remember that night well and I remember what anda did to me. I couldn't work for weeks after, that bat left a mark. You'll pay for that." He marches ke hadapan and slams his fist into your face, hard. Twice. anda gasp as anda hit the floor. He kicks anda in the chest and anda cough and splutter.
"So weak. So weak all anda women. So easy to manipulate. But you, anda are one of a kind. I underestimated anda and your male friend, Cook. He chased me away that night but I knew you'd come looking and anda did." anda gasp and look out towards the city. The towers are blurred in your view. anda squeeze your eyes tight and try to focus. anda look around for anything, for any hope. "And he found me, long before anda did but I made sure he didn't tell you, held his life in the palm of my hands and he backed off, promised to keep anda in check but he didn't and I had to make sure Effy made anda forget, lebih than once. But she made a mistake, she made anda kill him and in the cowards death he told anda truth which he could not take back, which led anda to my door. So I hope anda are happy." anda reach up and grade the glass object from the desk. Your hands slips all over it. "Because know anda get to die like the whore of your girlfriend. Do anda want to know what it felt like? To be in her? To have her writh underneath me? She was so happy about it. She loved every saat of it and I'm going to do that to anda too before anda die. Because anda fascinate me as well. How can something so weak just keep coming back?"
"You tell me." anda rasp and slam the snow globe down into the back of his head. His head smashes ke hadapan into the glass and anda hit him again. And again and again and again until anda can't see the shape of a head anymore. All anda see is blood. anda slum down over his dead body. He's finally fucking got what he deserves. They say revenge doesn't bring anda relief, but anda chest feels lighter, anda don't know if that's because of the blood loss atau because it's finally over but when anda slump back to look out over the setting sun. anda smile. I'm coming Ems, I'm coming.
When the sun sets, your eyes close for the last time.
Naomi's eyes open for the first time in a long time and her pupil moves and Emily gasps. That's the first time in months that she's had any movement in that area. "Doctor, doctor!" the redhead cries excitedly. A curly haired man comes running over, out of breath and looking at the blonde anxiously.
"Yes, Emily, how can I help you? I'm very busy, anda see. I've got lots of patients and Naomi's condition isn't one of my main priorities. When it comes to this sort of brain damage..."
"Doctor Jones, focus." The redhead's become use to him. He gets locked on but is a terrific doctor.
"Sorry and please call me JJ." He shakes his head and focuses. "What did anda want Emily?"
"It's Naomi, Doctor. She opened her eyes! And her pupils are moving! Surely that's a good thing." JJ looks at for concerned for a second.
"I've told anda before Emily, Naomi's condition isn't the sort of one she can recover from. She'll be like this most likely forever."
"Can't anda just take a look?" The young doctor frowns but nods his head. Pulls out a tiny torch from inside his white jaket and walks over to the blonde laying in the hospital bed. He reaches down and shines the light into her eyes, Naomi's eye jumps towards the source. He gasps. He reaches over and does the same to the other eye, the same effect.
"This is most unlikely. Most peculiar. A rarity, I don't know how atau what could have caused this. I can only speculate that Naomi is somehow forcing herself better. I don't quite understand it."
"What does this mean, doctor?"
"I honestly, don't know Emily. I won't say for sure she'll get better because that is still very unlikely, she could be reacting to your presence atau her subconscious is struggling to deal with something. All I can say is anda need to be there for her. To care for her. Cinta her like she loves anda and whatever happens, Naomi will be somewhat okay." Emily nods.
"Thank you, JJ."
"Let me know if anything else happens?" Emily nods. She sits back down on the katil seterusnya to the redhead and takes the blondes hand. "Everything will be fine, Nai. I'll never leave you." She reaches down and presses a Ciuman to the blonde's hand. A tear dropping down her check. "Because I know in there, in your head, your thinking about me, too, like I think about anda everyday. So, what would anda like today salad atau jelly...? Jelly's quite nice..." She drags off. As she talks she drags her eyes over the katil seterusnya to her, a brunette girl, she thinks her name is Effy is laying in the katil seterusnya to her, she has a broken leg and her boyfriend, a tall bloke with dark hair is watching over her. He doesn't seem too friendly. She smiled at Tony as he handed her the jelly, he was a porter here, volunteered, he seemed to take a particular interest in Effy but Emily didn't know why, she didn't soalan it. Tony liked to tell Emily that Naomi was dreaming and when that dream ended she'd finally wake up. Emily secretly hoped that was true. Katie came every Sunday with Emily, she'd help feed Naomi, dress her and bring her sister things that she thought would help her. Keep her sane while she looked after her girlfriend. Katie cried about Naomi too sometimes, but she'd never admit it to Emily. She had to put up a dront to her. Cook comes to visit Naomi with Emily sometimes too, he was the one to save them both from the hands of John Foster. He'd come into the house the same night, seen the broken window, come in and found John standing over a bloody Naomi in the bath room, he'd strangled the bloke to death then and there, Emily berkata it was self defence and stuck sejak it. She'd gotten better after the attack, but the blow to Naomi's head was too much and she never recovered.
"So how is she today?" Cook asks sitting down seterusnya to Emily and taking her hand. Emily's sniffs the tears back and shakes her head. He pulls her to his chest and strokes her hair soothingly. "She knows, okay? She knows."
"She knows." Emily says to herself reassuringly. "And even if she doesn't, I'll sit here and rot with her to tell her again, just one lebih time." She'll wait for her, she always will.