|Please don't leave me
Author: StayWithMeForTheKids PM
Emily Fitch is a womanizer, she can have any woman she wants. When she and Cook make a bet , a certain blonde is picked to be taken by Emily's charms...Will Emily stick to her womanizing ways or will she find the one person to make her love again?-CompletedRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Emily F. & Naomi C. - Chapters: 30 - Words: 99,368 - Reviews: 425 - Favs: 165 - Follows: 161 - Updated: 08-05-12 - Published: 03-22-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6841940
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Hey guys, thanks for the reviews on the last chapter, I'm glad I got a good response from it :D
Okay just to tell you all that the last remaining chapters on the story are going to be in third person as I prefer writing in third person and it allows me to show other elements in the chapters
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins
Emily sits at her desk, her eyes focused on the screen as she types out her reply to the email she received. She sighs and takes off her glasses and rubs at her eyes, the past five weeks have been really exhausting for her. Work has been hectic with deadlines for products getting closer and the meetings she and Effy have had to go to. Cook still isn't speaking to her, but she has noticed that Effy and Cook's relationship is starting to grow again which she is proud about. Home has been calming though, Luce has been a big help for Emily by allowing her to just sit and relax whilst she cleans and cooks.
Things with Naomi have been great. She really feels that they are forming a stronger relationship with each day that passes. After the rebellious night they had against Luce, they began speaking about Naomi possibly moving in, which she did a week later. It's been really nice to just have Naomi there to hold her and kiss her. It's the first time in years where Emily hasn't felt completely alone.
Emily bites her lip and sends the email before opening up an new tab and typing in 'engagement rings' into Google. She clicks on the top link, bringing her to website. She scrolls through many, shaking her head at them. None of them seem to be Naomi, none seem to fit in with Naomi's personality. She knows this might be a little too fast seeing as Naomi moved in four weeks ago. She's not planning on asking her soon, but she's knows one day she wants to marry Naomi. So for now, she's just going to look and try to find one that is absolutely perfect.
A knock at the door brings her out of her thought and she looks up, smiling when the person she was just thinking about is smiling at her in the door way.
"Hey" Naomi says, walking into the room and shutting the door behind her as she does so.
"Hey" she says quickly lowering her laptop's screen as Naomi walks round her desk and sits down on her lap, gently pecking the redhead on the lips.
Emily smiles and wraps her arms around the blonde's waist "Shouldn't you be working?" Emily asks, kissing the blonde's neck.
Naomi hums gently "I should, but I wanted to see how my girlfriend was doing" she says, wrapping her arms around Emily's neck and gently playing with the hairs at the nape of Emily's neck.
Laughing, Emily kisses Naomi's cheek and squeezes her little closer "I'm doing fine thank you baby"
"Are you sure? I know how stressful these past weeks have been on you and Effy"
The brown eyed woman smiles adoringly at her girlfriend and nods "I'm completely sure"
Raising and eyebrow, Naomi shrugs "Cook spoke to me today" she says quiestly, moving her hands to the collar of Emily's shirt.
Emily's ears perk up at the sound of her kind of best friend "What did he say?"
Naomi's eyes rest on Emily's collar as she bites her lips, running the material between her fingers "That he was sorry for what he had said and that he's happy for us"
The redhead looks down sadly "I'm glad"
"He's still not talking to you?"
Emily shakes her head, letting Naomi tip her chin up to look at her "He won't even look at me, Naomi and it hurts. It hurts that I've hurt him so much that he can't spare a glance my way. But I'm glad he's getting closer to Effy"
Naomi smiles and runs her hands down from the collar of Emily's shirt to her stomach, gently running her thumbs over the material. "Give him time" she says, softly giving Emily a peck. "So, what where you looking at?" Naomi asks, spinning round to open the laptop screen up. Luckily, Emily acts quickly and slams the screen down, locking the computer and narrowly missing Naomi's fingers.
Naomi turns to Emily with a questioning look "Do I want to know?" she asks, obviously thinking Emily was looking at porn or naked pictures of girls, taking the chance she's been given, Emily quickly shakes her head, letting a blush to cover her cheeks.
Before either one of them can speak, a frantic Cook charged into the room and shuts the door behind him. He's panting heavily with his eyes widened as he stares at the two girls. Naomi get's out of Emily's lap, letting the petite redhead to stand and walk over to the frantic guy.
"Cook what's wrong?"
"Don't...answer...the...door" he wheezes out, just as there's a knock at her door.
Furrowing her eyebrows "What? Why?" the knock sounds again "Cook, let me answer the door" she says, moving to grab onto the handle. However, Cook blocks the door.
Huffing, Emily places her hands on her hips and glares at the boy "Cook, if you don't move I will fire you faster than you can say 'pussy'" she says just as the knocks become harder and more forceful.
Hesitantly, Cook moves from the door, watching as Emily reaches for the door knob and pulls it open in slow motion. He watches as fear and shock filters through her body, freezing in place as she stares into familiar green eyes.
Ten minutes earlier
Katie sits in reception, inspecting her nails with a bored expression. Even though up stairs it's been pretty hectic, down stairs it's been rather boring these past few weeks. Katie'sbeen paid for doing basically nothing for the past week or so, just sitting at reception and playing game after game of solitare.
There has been quite a few fun days when a Tweet war had happened on Twitter between the Kardashians and some nobody. Also, David Beckham got a new tattoo which was pretty awesome. But other than that, she's been bored.
No one comes and visits her and her colleges are seriously boring. All they talk about is the fucking economy or politics. B-O-R-I-N-G. Seriously, why couldn't they talk about who's hot and who's not? Or the rumours of Tom Cruise being gay?
But, as she sits in her spinning chair, she sees someone she never thought she'd see walk in here. The woman just blanks her at reception and immediately heads down the hall to the lifts. Quickly dropping her nail file, Katie gets out of her seat and scurries round the desk.
"Jamie" she says to the brunette next to her "Stay here will you? Thanks" she says. Without waiting for a reply, she scurries down the hall, going as fast as her eight inch leopard print heels will allow her.
"No wait!" she calls out as the elelvator doors close "Fuck" she says before spotting the stairs and quickly running up them, trying to beat the woman to the floor she knew she'd be heading to.
Cook walks out of his office, smacking right into someone who had just walked out of the elevator. He looks up to apologise but freezes, seeing the all too familiar icy look directed at him as the woman just brushes past him and walks to the one office she'd need. He looks up at the sound of heels violently clicking against the floors, seeing Katie huffing and puffing as she scurries towards him.
"Cook" she pants "Stop her" she says. He nods the quickly runs after her, Katie following him. He jumps over a desk and charges down the hall, skidding to a halt at the wall nat the end of the hall the woman is walking dow
"Cook, what's wrong?" JJ asks, walking out of the copy room, Luc behind him.
"JJ, go distract her!" Cook says pushing JJ into the woman's path. He watches as JJ stutters before going to turn to walk into Emily's office.
"What happening? Who's that?" Luce asks, pointing to the woman who's now rolling her eyes at JJ's stuttering before barging past him, Katie still trying to catch up to her.
Cook quickly leans into Luce and whispers in her ear before spinning round and charging into Emily's office, leaning his weight on the door.
"Hello Miss, how may I help you?" Luce asks, stepping into the woman's way, her smile fake.
"I need to speak to Miss Fitch" the woman says coldly, pushing past Luce and knocking on the door.
"Miss Fitch is busy right now" Panda says, standing up from behind her desk.
"I don't care" the woman spits out, eyeing Panda coldy before knocking furiously on the door.
Katie finally catches up, panting behind the woman as door slowly opens and reveals the surprised eyes of her twin. She watches as Emily's demeanour changes from shocked to angry to guarded. Her arms cross over her chest protectively, her gaze blocking her real feelings, not letting the woman she's staring at see her.
Emily clears her throat "Mum"
"Your Farther died"
Emily sits in her chair, her hand gently playing with the tennis ball she keeps in her draw. The tap of the ball hitting the mahogany of her desk is the only sound in the room. Naomi stands next to Emily, her hand resting on the top of Emily's chair as she watches Emily with worry.
Jenna and Katie sit in the two chairs opposite, Jenna's cold glare burning into Naomi as she watches the blonde look at Emily. Katie stares at the ground, sniffling softly from the crying she did once Jenna told them the news.
The silence is broken by Luce and Effy who walk in, both holding two mugs of tea. Luce hands her teas to Naomi and Emily whilst Effy hands hers to Katie and Jenna. Jenna gently lifts the cup to her lips and takes a sip of the drink, grimacing at the bitter taste. She places the cup on the desk and sits back.
Emily places her cup down, leaving it on the desk as she continues to stare at nothing, the ball continuing to bounce on the desk. Naomi attentively sips her tea and nods her thanks to Effy and Luce who smile weakly and leave the room, the click of the door pounding against the walls.
Katie wraps her hands around the warms mug, her body hovering over ti as she tries to warm her cold body. Her puffy eyes dart between Jenna and Emily nervously as neither bother to acknowledge the other.
Jenna starts to shift about, the banging of the ball starting to annoy her lick an annoying tick "Can you stop that" She seethes at Emily.
Emily stops the movement and looks at Jenna. She just stares at the woman she used to see as her mother, not saying a word. She watches in silent delight as Jenna starts to shift uncomfortably before looking away and continuing on with bouncing the ball. She smirks when she sees Jenna grit her teeth in the corner of her eye.
The noise continues to fill the room until Naomi becomes annoyed and takes the ball from Emily. A relieved sigh escapes Katie as some tension drops from the room. Only some.
Emily looks at Naomi, silently asking for the ball back but Naomi shakes her head, mouthing the word 'talk' at her. Emily's jaw tightens and she shakes her head, starting to tap her nails against the wood instead.
Jenna lets out an aggravated grunt, causing Emily to look at her. Again, Emily just looks at the raven haired woman in front of her, not blinking as Jenna meets her gaze with a steely one of her own.
The little tension that was lost a few seconds ago comes back as the two opposing forces in the room battles each other in a staring contest. Jenna's glare turns into a motherly one, the type of glare your Mum gives you when you've done something wrong and they are silently telling you to stop it and go to your room. However, Emily levels Jenna with a different glare, the defiant adult one. The glare that shows Jenna she can't control Emily any more than she can control Naomi.
Finally, Katie decided to break the staring contest, attempting to cut the tension in the room in half "When-when did he go?" she asks softly, her voice scratchy from the crying she's done.
Jenna removes her glare from Emily and turns to Katie with a soft, comforting look but it was clearly forced from the angry woman "two days ago"
Katie's sob breaks through and she gently clasps her hand against her mouth, trying to stop the onslaught of tears from escaping. When it's clear that Katie won't be asking anymore questions, Jenna turns her attention back to her other daughter, seeing that he gaze has not wavered whilst Jenna spoke to Katie. Emily had continued to glare at Jenna as she spoke to Katie, blanking her and Naomi from the conversation. She hadn't even flinched when Jenna's gazes landed on her again.
"What caused him to pass away?" Naomi asks, causing Jenna's steely gaze to rest upon her. Naomi fidgets when she literally feels Jenna's gazes burning her skin.
Through gritted teeth, Jenna replies "Not that it's any of your business but it was a heart attack" she says coldy.
The comment causes Emily to snap "Get out" she whispers, her eyes not looking to Jenna, but looking at the hurt look on Naomi's face.
"Excuse me?" Jenna says, sitting up straighter.
Emily takes Naomi's hand and pulls her closer, not moving her gaze from Naomi "I said: Get out"
Jenna stands from her chair "How dare you speak to me like that? I am your mother" she snaps, glaring down at her daughter.
Snapping her gaze to the towering woman, Emily also stands in her chair and leans forward on her desk in a threatening manner "You stopped being my mother the moment you threw me out of the house. It's every bit of Naomi's godddam business as she is my girlfriend, she can ask as many questions about my farther as she likes. Now, get out"
Jenna's snarl turns into a mocking smile as she grabs her bag "Still trying to get my attention after all these years Emily?"
"I don't want your attention, I don't want anything to do with you"
"Clearly you do, otherwise you'd stop this charade of absurdity you're playing" Jenna growls, turning her nose up at Emily and looking at Naomi like she was dirt beneath her shoe.
"It's not a charade! When will you understand that? I'm gay! That is who I am! Why can't you just accept it?"
"I will not have a gay child. I refuse" Jenna says, taking a step towards the desk. Katie also stands, trying to intervene between the argument.
"Well guess what? You don't. I obviously stopped being a daughter to you when you stopped sending me birthday and Christmas cards and instead, sent them to Ben!" Emily shouts.
Jenna falters, her clutch on her bag tightening "How do you know that?"
"I visited him. Guess what he did? He threatened not only me, but Naomi and Katie!"
Naomi's eyes widen as she looks at Emily. Why did she not tell her? Is that why she didn't come into work all those weeks ago?
"Stop lying! That boy was nothing but a friend to you and what did you do? Got him put in jail!" Jenna growls.
"He beat me and attempted to rape me!" Emily screamed, her face turning red with anger.
"You have no proof"
"Tell that to the judge! Tell that to the jury, tell that to the police reports that talk about the bruises on my body and how they matched to Ben's DNA. Tell that to the doctors who ran all those tests on me! I did not lie about that and he deserves to rot in that jail for what he did to me!" Emily slams her hands down on the tables, making everyone in the room jump.
A slap sounds in the room, Naomi and Katie both gasp in shock as Emily turns her head, revealing a big red hand print on her cheek. Jenna's hand is still held out, pointing a finger at Emily. Emily ignored the stinging on her cheek and the tears threatening to pour down her face as she stands up straight, not letting this woman intimidate her anymore.
The door opens, revealing Cook and two security guards. The security guards walk into the room and gently take hold of Jenna's arms. Jenna rips herself out of their grip and keeps her head held high as she turns to Katie.
"Katie, darling, the funeral is on Friday in Bristol. I hope you can make it" she turns to Emily "You can show up to. But listen to me now Emily, if you show up with her" she jabs a finger at Naomi "Or him" she points a finger at Cook "You will be nothing but an acquaintance to me and will no longer be part of my Family" she seethes before turning on her heel and walking out of them room, the security guards following close behind her.
Once the door closes, Emily collapses into her chair and releases a shaky breath.
"Emily" Emily looks up at the sound of her name, her eyes landing on Cook as he hesitantly walks towards the desk "I'm so sorry about your Dad" he says softly "He was a good man"
Emily nods numbly and smiles weakly at him "Thank you Cook" Cook smiles back then leaves the room.
It was the sound of the door clicking that made a slither of happiness to make its way back into her heart.
Her friend was back.
Okay...so I hoped you guys liked this chapter. Uhh...there's about three or four more chapters left of the story before the end. Sad times I know.
Thanks for reading and I hope you review!