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"How many zaidi times do I have to tell you, Naomi? Leave this on!" Emily calls from the kitchen.
"And how many zaidi times do I have to tell wewe 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 wewe better sit here and watch it then." Naomi pats the space on the sofa inayofuata 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 upendo you."
"I upendo you, too, Emily..."
It's a room, just an ordinary room, wewe don't know where it is au how long you've been there but you're here. wewe look around, some cheap hotel, bed, draws, TV on a small desk, bathroom, nothing unusual. wewe press your hand against your forehead and try to remember like wewe do every time this happens, wewe can't though. It's not your fault, it's a medical condition. Ever since the incident wewe can't make new memories, you're not completely fucked though wewe still have your old ones, still know who wewe are, just can't remember the now. wewe shift all your weight and push up off the bed, take another glance around the room before going through things, wewe check the draws, nothing there, the wardrobe, just clothes, the bathroom; typical bathroom things. Nothing. "Fuck." wewe mutter and sigh.
wewe slowly walk over to the large mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door and through your juu 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 wewe can tell have been there for a while because they're faded a bit. "Find him and kill him." wewe read aloud as your finger runs over the one over your chest. Your hand moves down and moves over the inayofuata one. "John _ raped and killed my wife." And finally your hand trails down to the most hivi karibuni one. "Don't trust anyone." You've obviously recently had a run in with someone that wewe can't trust but unfortunately can't remember it. wewe try to, but it's just not there. You're hand reaches into your bag that wewe carry on your back and wewe pull out some pictures, wewe 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. wewe flick to the inayofuata one; Effy, she'll help wewe to her own end. Don't trust her too much. wewe try the other pouch on the bag and pull out a couple of pieces of paper, scan them and then drop the others when wewe find the newest one, wewe can tell from the ink, when wewe can't remember anything wewe learn to trust your own handwriting. "Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12?" wewe flick back to the card of her and reread it: she'll help wewe to her own end. Don't trust her too much.
wewe stop outside Cassie's cafe. It's a dingy little place on the corner of the scummier end of Bristol, wewe reach into your pocket and pull out the note again. Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12. wewe have to do this, have constant reminders of your objective otherwise wewe forget what you're doing, that's part of your condition. wewe pull out the picha 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 wewe need a picture of here.
wewe 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 wewe with a coffee in front of her. wewe hesitantly make your way over, you're always hesitant because wewe can't remember anyone au anything, better salama than sorry. wewe slide into the kiti, kiti cha across from her and put your camera down on the table. "...Effy...right?" wewe always get this moment of panic when wewe assume something because in reality wewe know nothing.
"Hello, Naomi." Her voice is cool and very unnerving but wewe 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 wewe about my condition, right?" wewe reply.
"Yes, wewe can't remember anything. wewe don't remember me?" She asks and wewe shake your head, no, she smiles. "Okay, well, that's shit."
"It is." A silence falls over the pair of wewe 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 wewe tell me."
"Well, I..."
"Can't remember?"
wewe laugh. "Well, no."
"You're here because wewe asked me to find someone for you." Effy pushes a brown envelope towards wewe over the table, wewe reach out and grab it, pull it towards you, don't open it though, not here. wewe look up at her. "You've already paid me for it." She majibu before wewe can ask and wewe 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 wewe asked me to find him. See wewe around, Naomi." And then she's gone and you're left sitting alone at a booth in Cassie's cafe. wewe scramble into your pocket and write in big letters on the envelope 'Must read; possibly HIM.'.
"Babe wewe call out? Babe what's wrong?"
When wewe get back to your room you've forgotten where you've come from, wewe scratch the back of your head as wewe sit down inayofuata to the window on a creaky old chair. wewe go through your pockets and pull out the brown envelope, wewe don't know where it's come from but wewe recognise your uandishi on the front of it; Must read; possibly HIM. You're hands tear the envelope open eagerly and wewe pull out the contents, an ammo magazine and a small bottle of liquid come out first, wewe place the brown envelope down on the meza, jedwali and pick up the mag, its for the gun wewe keep in your bag, wewe recognise the make label on the side and wewe always check your gun whenever wewe forget, not because wewe know wewe have it but to see what wewe do have. The inayofuata is a small bottle of liquid, wewe don't know what it is, looks like water to wewe so wewe place it to the side and press your hand down on the envelope, smiling when wewe feel some paper inside, wewe reach inside and remove it, placing it on the meza, jedwali in front of wewe and scanning it with your eyes.
"John Davies." wewe read aloud as wewe look over the picture of a man with black hair and blue eyes. wewe pull your sleeve up to your elbow and look at the tojo wewe have there. Fact 1: Male.
"Check."
Fact 2: White.
"Check."
Fact 3: First name John.
"Check."
Fact 4: Access to Drugs.
wewe don't know that one. wewe only know that because Emily was drugged when it happened, that was in the report, wewe had a friend that got wewe it, well, that's what it says on juu of the report, wewe wrote it, so you'll never know. wewe shake your head and go back to the sheet. It has his address, age, licence plate number, height. Everything wewe need to know, wewe reach into the envelope one zaidi time and find a scrap of paper at the bottom. wewe left these at mine the other night. Effy. wewe raise your eyebrows, wewe stayed at hers? wewe try not to think about that and go back to what wewe know. What wewe do know is that there is a guy, he might not be your guy, but wewe wanted him and he could be important. wewe reach for your pen and write on the back of the sheet; find him, he has something wewe need. And then wewe mduara, duara the address.
wewe don't know what you're doing when wewe pull up at the address on the back of the paper. You're eyes run over the paper and then wewe pull up your sleeves to look at the tattoos. wewe open the car door and walk up to the house, knocking briskly. wewe 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 wewe stand patiently and wait for the door to be answered. It doesn't have a creak like most doors have when it opens so wewe assume it must be new. The man from the picha 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. wewe 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?" wewe ask.
"Sure." He pushes open the door and lets wewe inside. There's a picture frame of him and his family as soon as wewe walk in the door, two kids and a wife, it doesn't fit. The house itself is neat and well groomed, wewe look hard to find something out of place au a spec of dirt but nothing catches your eye. He takes wewe into the living room and gestures for wewe to sit down, wewe 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 wewe know who I am?"
"No."
"So, we've never met before?"
He glances away from her nervously. "Not that I can...er...remember."
"Do wewe know someone called Emily Fitch?"
"Look, what's this all about?"
"Do wewe know her, yes au no?"
"Yeah, I think so. Cute little redhead? Went to Roundview college with my sister?"
"Did wewe do it?" wewe can't be sure, so wewe just have to risk it.
"Do what?" He doesn't know au he pretends he doesn't so there's only one way wewe can find out. wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe 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." wewe walk over and press the gun against his temple.
"Did wewe fucking do it?" Your voice breaks as wewe press it against his head. His eyes songesha 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 shati and jeans. "What the fuck are wewe 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 kwa one until wewe 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..." wewe pull out the envelope and Cook's already taking it from your hands and scanning it.
"Who the fuck gave wewe this?"
"Cook?" John calls.
"Shut the fuck up for a sekunde mate. Who gave wewe this Naomi?" wewe have to go through your pockets for a while but wewe find and name and give it to Cook. "Fuck, man. Your sister gave her this? What have wewe done to piss her off, Tone?" He turns towards the black haired male.
"Your names Tony?" wewe ask and he nods. "Then why did wewe 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." wewe 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. wewe scowl at him.
"My sister is trying to kill me because she believes that I owe her money."
"For what?"
"Drugs." Of course, wewe think, because it's always about drugs and money. Well, that's what films tell wewe anyway. So, wewe 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?" wewe 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, wewe glance at him and force the smile fighting its way to the surface back down. No time for smiles. wewe don't remember smiling recently. wewe know the feeling of your lips moving into the position and the sound of the laughter erupting from your throat but wewe 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 alisema anything to me and she..."
"She did wewe over." wewe say with realisation and scribble that down quickly. wewe don't know if wewe can trust Effy at all now. What wewe 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 siku 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. wewe 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?" wewe ask. wewe just realised that you've been with this manipulative bitch, kahaba earlier.
"She bumped into Cook and I five months zamani 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 wewe feel sorry for the bloke. I'm sure he's done some shit stuff in his life as well but for right now all wewe know is his perspective so wewe write it all down and then tuck it into the back of your jean pocket.
"So, where the fuck do wewe come into this story?" wewe 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. wewe can sympathise with Tony because he doesn't have a life now, sure he has this fake one but he doesn't really exist. wewe know that feeling, wewe feel it every time wewe wake up and try and figure out where the hell wewe are and how wewe got there. "Meet me here tonight at 8, alright? And whatever the fuck wewe do, don't bump au whatever into miss I like to manipulative people because I'm a fucking cunt, alright?" wewe nod. "Good. See wewe then, bye Tone, mate. Booze tomorrow!" and the door slams shut. wewe glance at Tony who glances back at wewe awkwardly and then.
"Sorry, who are you?"
"I'm Tony, we've been talking for the last ten minutes."
"Sorry, just gotta read something..." wewe reach back into your pocket and go through some notes. It makes sense again.
"Is everything alright, Emily?" Naomi hands run over the empty space in the kitanda inayofuata 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 kitanda and then her feet touch the cold floor boards. She shiver, there's something in the air. She songesha 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 chanzo of the noise.
It's weird, sneaking around her own home. In the siku 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 au 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 zaidi 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 upendo 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 wewe hit that jackpot and someone notices wewe and wewe 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 wewe 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, wewe 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 sekunde down and moved onto another. Emily pouted, trying to catch the blonde's attention. Naomi noticed but pretended not to, focused on the ukuta 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 kiss 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 wewe 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 zaidi 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 zaidi 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 kiss and kisses her back, let's Naomi push her up against the ukuta 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 juu of the redhead. Emily groans and tightens her grip in Naomi's hair, the paints gonna be a bitch, kahaba 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 inayofuata 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 mbele so kicks open the door, instinct carrying her. There's one guy on juu 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 wewe 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 wewe 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."
wewe don't know why, but that stuck. Not knowing Cook. wewe don't remember who he is, well, wewe do every time he reminds wewe of how, but wewe remember the fact that she died. wewe think it's because even though you've got short term memory loss, some part of wewe cares so much about Emily that it can overcome the part of your brain that tells wewe to forget. Well, that's what wewe like to think anyway. wewe read over your notes one zaidi time. wewe only have a short amount of time when wewe do this to plan out what your inayofuata step in your plan is. What Tony told wewe is of great importance, so wewe write on Effy's picha 'need to see her about what Tony said.'. Cook alisema he'd meet wewe later so wewe write a note to yourself saying 'meet Cook later at Tony's'. Those are the inayofuata two steps. wewe look back up to the house with Tony sitting inside and sigh. Fucking family. wewe put the key into the ignition and press down on the accelerator hard, wewe wish wewe could remember him...he seemed like a nice guy.
wewe wait for a call, wewe sit in your room and wait. Keep picking up the piece of paper wewe wrote on and just wait. The phone rings a couple of times and wewe 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 wewe need is this call and then wewe can get one step closer to figuring out this massive mess you've unintentionally gotten yourself involved in. Just as wewe 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 wewe remember me?" It's slightly patronizing. It irritates wewe but wewe don't feel comfortable enough to voice that opinion.
"No."
"That's right, you've got a con-"
"—diton, yeah. wewe know that, well, at least I think wewe do. Why are wewe playing games?" The confusion evident in your voice.
"I'm not playing games."
"Then what are wewe doing?"
"I'm hoping one of these days you'll remember me." And it knocks wewe completely off balance. wewe wonder if wewe wrote anything down about Effy's uncanny ability to put people off edge anywhere, unlikely, wewe only write down the important things. "Can wewe come over?"
"Why?"
"I need to see you."
"About what?" wewe are holding her photograph in your hands. 'She'll help wewe to her own end. Don't trust her too much' even zaidi prominent then even. wewe slowly shake the photo, hoping some sort of secret answer will come from it. It doesn't. wewe place it back down and wait for her reply, but she's been silent for a while.
"How'd it go?"
"Who is this?" wewe ask. wewe don't know who you're on the phone to.
"It's...Effy." She says confused. wewe reach down and pick up the picture again. Effy, 'dont' trust her too much'. It's hard, when wewe forget so quickly and have to remember so fast.
"Right, okay, what did wewe want?"
"How did it go with John Davies?"
John Davies? wewe tafuta around the room. It doesn't take wewe long, wewe gather the necessary information you're looking for. "He wasn't the guy I was looking for." It's cryptic. wewe want to throw her off balance.
"Anything happen?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just asking." wewe liar, wewe think. "You need to come see me."
"And why is that, Effy?" wewe 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 alisema that before to me." wewe sigh.
"I know, but I think I've finally got him. It all fits!" She sounds genuine but wewe can't be sure. Have to listen to your own handwriting after all.
"And what make this one so special?" wewe 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..." wewe 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 wewe so eager to help me?" wewe shoot back.
"Because I care." Off balance again. Fuck sake.
"Fuck it," wewe mutter. "Fine, I'll be round soon."
"Cool." She majibu and then she's gone. wewe write something down and then take a moment for yourself. wewe forget it all just like that, but wewe remember it later, wewe always remember it later.
When wewe knock, wewe don't know what to expect. "Come on." wewe don't even see Effy when she pulls the door ajar and walks back into the darkness, well, wewe think it's her. wewe just see a figure, no detail. wewe 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 Cats scattering around and the distinct smell of whiskey filling its entirety. wewe step on something and it crunches, wewe groan. These shoes look nice, wewe hope they weren't too much, wewe don't even look at what wewe stepped in, just walk on through towards Effy's direction.
"Effy?" wewe call out and take a step closer.
"In here." She calls from a room at the back. wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe kill him?" Effy almost hisses it.
Your eyes bulge. "What?"
She advances on you. "Did wewe kill him?" It's louder but still harsh. Pressing wewe back into the cabinet.
"Get the fuck off me, psycho bitch!" wewe 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 wewe sent me there to clear his debt, well, fuck you, Effy! I'm not a hit man!"
"Yes, wewe are! You're a fuck up." It catches wewe off guard. wewe thought that because you'd pulled a gun and got the upper hand with the big reveal. "You stupid little bitch! Looking for majibu 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 wewe deserve as well! wewe are nothing. Pathetic, fucking retard!" wewe hit her with the gun, hard across the face and she looks back at wewe shocked.
"Shut up!" wewe shout. "Shut the fuck up! I want some majibu and I want them now! You're going to give them to me au I'm going to make you!" wewe declare and advance on the wounded girl. wewe don't get the chance though because somebody hits wewe from behind and wewe feel that familiar darkness overtake you. Fuck sake, not again.
Effy rummages through your pockets. wewe don't know though, you're not awake. She picks up the picha and takes a lighter from her pocket, burning all of them. She goes into your bag this time and pulls your camera from it. wewe give the camera to Freddie and make him take one of you, wewe write on it. 'She will help.' She slides it back into your pocket and turns to the tall male inayofuata to her. "What wewe 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 wewe 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!" wewe hear the voice of someone calling at you. wewe force your eyes open and look up. wewe don't recognise the brunette above you.
"Wha..who are you?" wewe mumble.
"It's Effy!" She rummages into your pocket and pulls out a picture, hands it towards you. wewe look it over, recognise the picture see the words and nod to yourself. wewe know who she is. wewe can trust her. wewe seem to be bound in ropes, wewe can feel it round your wrists. Effy takes a kisu from the jikoni counter and cuts them. "Quick, we have to get out of here! He'll come back!"
"Who!" wewe exclaim. She doesn't answer, just pulls wewe to your feet and pushes wewe towards the door. There's banging on the ukuta inayofuata to wewe 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! wewe and Effy are out the door and into the sunshine. She pulls wewe towards the car door and pushes wewe inside.
"He's coming! Drive!" She hands wewe the keys. wewe put them in and drive. Drive so fast that wewe leave marks on the ground and smoke in the air. "Keep going!"
"Where! Fucking where!" wewe smack a hand against the steering wheel.
"Pull over here!" wewe do. Effy pushes her hair back and groans.
"What the fuck was that?" wewe are bound to forget soon, wewe think. wewe rummage through your bag and pulling out a pen and paper. Effy sits in silence. "Will wewe hurry the fuck up! Time isn't on my side wewe know."
"It was Cook."
"Who?"
"You've met him before. He was trying to kill you. Luckily I found you. He'd tied wewe up and put wewe in that house. A friend of mine and I tracked wewe 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 wewe 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. alisema wewe found him somehow."
"No..." wewe pause. Your moyo is beating faster than ever. Adrenaline. wewe 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 wewe 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. wewe can find him at this address. He'll be the one in the polo shati and dirty hair.' The address is written underneath for you. wewe frown. How does Effy know all this?
"Aren't wewe 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." wewe point out the obvious.
"He was waking up when I left. He'll be gone kwa 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 wewe forget." wewe scribble some zaidi 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. wewe watch as a girl wewe don't know walks across the road and up the path. wewe can't help but think she looks mysterious.
wewe chew on the pen as wewe sit outside of the house. wewe don't think you've been here before. wewe don't know how wewe found this 'Cook' character before either. He doesn't fit some of the slots in your story but the way wewe woke up, well, from what you've gotten written down in front of wewe would suggest this is finally him. And that puts wewe on edge. Emily, wewe 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 wewe so bad. wewe grip the gun in your palm and look at the house one zaidi time. Fuck it. Time to just do something instead of sitting back! wewe push open the car door, slam it shut and walk up to the house, wewe 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. wewe point the gun at him. Effy alisema he'd be here.
"Back off."
"Naomi!" Tony's shocked. "What the fuck have wewe done? Cook, Cook, are wewe 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. wewe don't know why wewe haven't shot him yet. You're looking from the gun and back to Cook. wewe don't feel that rage anymore, wewe don't feel the satisfaction. Some part of wewe feels dread. That you've got the wrong man, that you've killed an innocent.
"You shouldn't have done it." wewe state, pointing the gun at Cook again.
"Done what, Naomikins? Be there for you? Look after you? Make sure wewe don't go off the rails?"
"What?" wewe throw the gun out in outrage. Confused, you're so fucking confused. Don't listen to him. He might be lying! "What are wewe talking about?"
"Whose got wewe twisted, blondie? Who's been telling wewe fucking lies?" He mutters. Laughs to himself meekly and crawls towards the meza, jedwali top. He opens the juu draw. wewe 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 wewe needed to see. Should've shown wewe ages zamani but didn't want wewe 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 wewe take it, wewe recognise the hand uandishi of the name, it's Emily's. It says 'James.'
Dear James,
I'm uandishi wewe 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 wewe and you're an okay guy, so that's why I'm asking you. If anything happens to me, will wewe 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 wewe won't give up on her? She means so much to me.
Love,
Emily.
For the first time in a long time wewe feel a tear running down your cheek. wewe haven't cried in a long time. Not since, well, since wewe found out about Emily. Not since wewe promised that you'd avenge her. The gun shakes in your hand and wewe try to control it. "I'm sorry..." wewe whisper and Cook laughs.
"It's alright, Naomikins, we all make mistakes."
"Fuck." wewe drop to your knees and crawl towards him. wewe pull him to you. "You were only trying to help. wewe weren't him at all. Shit. Fuck sake, Ems." wewe laugh to yourself. Always has to play the guardian angel.
"Yeah, Fuck sake, Ems." Cook repeats and calls wewe close. "I know wewe don't remember me, Blondie, but I've been there, yeah? I know wewe 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, wewe know it, I know it. wewe can't songesha on because of this fucked up brain thing wewe got going on but, wewe gotta find peace. Gotta get some relief, blondie, cuz this shit's consuming you."
"Why aren't wewe zaidi angry? I just fucking shot you!" wewe cry, tears cascading down your cheeks now. It feels good. Good to cry. Cook tugs wewe 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 wewe have to go leave the party early? wewe always were king of the party." wewe hear him mutter under his breath. That's his way of grieving wewe guess. wewe don't know why but this guy that wewe can't even remember death has effected wewe a lot then wewe anticipated. Guilt it's a bitch, kahaba and it's stinging like hell right now. wewe pull wewe look at him in shock. "He's fucking dead! The police will be here soon and he wouldn't want wewe caught." wewe stay still. "You've done enough! Leave! Get the fuck out!" With his final roar wewe push yourself to your feet, grab then gun and run out of the door. wewe hope that you'll forget this fast. Forget killing a man. wewe can't stand it so far.
It's a graveyard, just an ordinary graveyard. You've been here many times before, well wewe think wewe have. Your notes say so. wewe look out at the hundreds of stones in front of wewe and none of them matter, none but one. Emily's. wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe were taken from me. I needed you. I...still need you." wewe 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 wewe love...and I'm...I'm scared wewe wouldn't upendo me like this. I killed someone innocent. Someone wewe asked to look after me if wewe ever...you know...and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. My words feel empty. I feel so numb. I'm Lost without wewe Emily. Dead." Your tears overcome wewe and wewe just sit there for a few minutes, arms wrapped around a gravestone because it's the closet wewe can get to her. And wewe need it. "I have to end it though, I know it's not what wewe want, but I need an end game, okay? After all this it's a nyumbani for me, no one with my condition can truly live a normal life. I can't even get over wewe Emily, wewe are my one and only. I can't forget you, I wouldn't want to. I upendo you." wewe have to end it.
"She misses you, too, wewe know?" wewe hear from behind you.
"Katie?" wewe ask through your tear filled eyes.
"Yeah, it's me, bitch." She crouches down on the ground inayofuata to wewe and puts down some flowers. "Hey, sis, how are wewe today? Keeping tidy, I see." She maoni 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." wewe look at her. "It's was hard for me as well, yeah? I loved you, too, wewe 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." wewe smile. Katie can be less bitchlike sometimes.
"And what makes wewe 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. upendo you, Ems. See wewe 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 wewe are happy. wewe pull out your pad and pen and scribble something down. "There's something I have to do first, but when it's finished," wewe grit your teeth. wewe are ending this. One way au 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 wewe a brief hug.
What you've scribbled? Hope.
It's just a motel room, an ordinary hotel room. wewe know you've been here before because of the key in your pocket. wewe step inside and look around. It's normal. Bed, tv on a small desk, draws and a bathroom, nothing unusual. wewe walk over to the kitanda and sit down on the edge. It's early morning, the sun is shining through the window. wewe look out and smile. You've forget the pain of last night, sure, it's down on paper but it's not the same. wewe don't feel the guilt as much now, because wewe can't remember and that helps. wewe stand in front of the mirror completely bare, looking yourself up and down, seeing yourself inside out. The phone rings and makes wewe jump, it's just the motel clerk checking on you. He seems like a nice guy. wewe hang up and look back at yourself. Your tojo mare your skin, wewe trace your fingers across the main one. The one wewe look at all the time, just to remind yourself, motivate yourself and keep wewe on edge. "John _ raped and killed my wife." wewe look at how faded it is, has it really been that long? wewe look at some others, bila mpangilio bits of information that have led wewe to this point. There's a very old one, one you've never really understood until now. It says "Look closer...lights off." wewe frown. A message from Cook? How'd he get it on her body? Have wewe known something before and forgotten it since then?
wewe sit around for a while trying to figure it out. Something to look closer at? wewe pull out all your notes and go through everything, every little detail but none of it makes sense. It annoys wewe because wewe like to think that you've become a person that looks over every detail, into every nook and cranny until wewe uncover everything, and wewe 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? wewe tafuta for a long time, don't look up to the clock just keeps going. It's annoying that wewe have to keep remembering everything before wewe can start looking again. And then wewe find something, in the most miraculous way, wewe feel anger rise up in wewe and it's your favourite emotion, it's one of power and true feeling, to feel the rage inside you, to wewe means wewe are still alive and kicking. wewe pick up the lamp on the dawati inayofuata to you, it's creating minimal light in the room but wewe need it to read, but fuck it, wewe smash it against the wall. It darkens the corner of the room wewe are in, the rest is lit up kwa daylight but the back corner of it isn't. wewe sigh and run your hand through your hair, dropping your hand back down something catches wewe are, there's something on your hand, it's tinted green and covering your thumb. What the fuck? wewe walk over towards your kitanda side meza, jedwali to try and get a better look in the light but it disappears. wewe gasp. wewe songesha back over to the dawati and open one of the draw, pull out the envelope entitled 'Must read: might be HIM!' and tip the contents on the dawati top, wewe hold up the small bottom of clear liquid. wewe know what it is now. Invisible ink. Lights out. Your eyes bug. wewe grab and pen and scribble it down so wewe won't forget. wewe walk over to the curtains, pull them and push them into the windows blocking out as much light as possible. wewe songesha over back into the blackness and look around the room, for anything au any sort of clue. It's the only hope you've got. Nothing, wewe sigh and sit down in the dawati chair, wewe were sure wewe were onto something. Then wewe see it, the familiar green tint, the tiniest speck of it sticking out from the corner of the massive picture of a mashua on the motel wall. Above the bed. wewe smile. wewe stand up on the kitanda and lift the picture and drop it down. wewe look back in awe. No fucking way. Written on your ukuta in your own hand uandishi is. "Effy knows who he is. Go find her. Watch out for Freddie, it took wewe fucking long enough."
wewe write it down, you've never written so fast in your life.
wewe kicked the door hard, the hinges snap under the force and the door bursts open. No time for games. wewe 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. wewe smile, point the gun at her and shoot her once in the leg. She drops, it's not over for her yet. Oh, no.
wewe grab her kwa her hair and pull her to the wall, wewe crouch down, putting pressure on her leg and holding her there with your other hand. She cries out in pain. "No zaidi games, Effy! wewe tell me what I want to know and wewe tell me now!"
"I don't..."
"Don't wewe lie! I know wewe know who he is. Now, wewe tell me the whole story and wewe tell me now otherwise I'll shoot wewe in the other leg as well and leave wewe here." wewe press the gun hard against her other knee cap, herufi kubwa and she whimpers. wewe know she's going to break before she does. "Well!" wewe ask forcefully pushing the gun harder.
"Alright! Okay! Okay! wewe win. I'll talk."
"Yeah, wewe will." wewe 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," wewe slap her. "Look at me." She does, teary eyed and scared. wewe 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 wewe and that Cook guy had to fucking catch on, didn't you? wewe had to go and wreck what we had going and he told us to make wewe forget, so we did. We blamed my brother, I didn't want to do that, but wewe haven't meet this guy, okay? He's controlling. He can make wewe do things and I had to...I just had to. When Cook found this all out he kept it from you, but wewe found something, a video clip of John Foster and wewe knew, wewe just knew and then wewe found proof. We burned it, burned all the information wewe had on him in some hope that you'd forget about it and wewe 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?" wewe ask, angrily.
"Because she didn't have a family to go looking. He didn't count on you, though. She never mentioned that wewe were so...persistent." wewe almost growl at her for that.
"Where can I find him?"
"You don't want to."
"WHERE!" wewe 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 kitanda side table. He'll be at work now so..."
"Good, that's the perfect time." wewe 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." wewe spit and then hit her with the gun, knocking her out. Fucking bitch. She's lucky wewe don't kill her. Not after what she did to Emily. wewe walk into the other room and go into the draw, wewe find the card and write down the address. wewe write down as much information about what just happened as possible and then leave. Then wewe forget. Then wewe remember. Then wewe go after him.
"Ah, Miss Campbell, I've been expecting you." He says as he sits down across from you. He's everything wewe imagined to be behind that mask. A smug, sharp face that makes wewe instantly want to break his face. "I was wondering how long it was going to take wewe to find me." He knows why wewe 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 wewe did it, especially with that...condition wewe have but wewe did it and I must say I'm impressed. I'm sure Emily would be as well." wewe grit your teeth. How dare he talk about her! He has no right! Your grip tightens on the gun in your pocket. He sees wewe movement and reads it. He opens a draw to his left and puts some files into it, quicker than wewe anticipate he pulls a silenced pistol out and shoots wewe twice in the chest. One hitting wewe just below the shoulder and the other hitting wewe just below your left breast. wewe 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 dawati in front of you. "Ah, what a situation you've gotten yourself into Miss Campbell, Can I call wewe 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 wewe but killed wewe as well, I thought wewe 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 wewe see, Naomi. Everyone feels lust and I take what I want and your...girlfriend was a spectacular specimen, absolutely fascinating and after the sekunde 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, wewe 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 wewe two were for each other. It disgusted me. She was so blinded kwa wewe 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. kwa 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 wewe did to me. I couldn't work for weeks after, that bat left a mark. You'll pay for that." He marches mbele and slams his fist into your face, hard. Twice. wewe gasp as wewe hit the floor. He kicks wewe in the chest and wewe cough and splutter.
"So weak. So weak all wewe women. So easy to manipulate. But you, wewe are one of a kind. I underestimated wewe and your male friend, Cook. He chased me away that night but I knew you'd come looking and wewe did." wewe gasp and look out towards the city. The towers are blurred in your view. wewe squeeze your eyes tight and try to focus. wewe look around for anything, for any hope. "And he found me, long before wewe 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 wewe in check but he didn't and I had to make sure Effy made wewe forget, zaidi than once. But she made a mistake, she made wewe kill him and in the cowards death he told wewe truth which he could not take back, which led wewe to my door. So I hope wewe are happy." wewe reach up and grade the glass object from the desk. Your hands slips all over it. "Because know wewe get to die like the whore of your girlfriend. Do wewe 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 sekunde of it and I'm going to do that to wewe too before wewe die. Because wewe fascinate me as well. How can something so weak just keep coming back?"
"You tell me." wewe rasp and slam the snow globe down into the back of his head. His head smashes mbele into the glass and wewe hit him again. And again and again and again until wewe can't see the shape of a head anymore. All wewe see is blood. wewe slum down over his dead body. He's finally fucking got what he deserves. They say revenge doesn't bring wewe relief, but wewe chest feels lighter, wewe don't know if that's because of the blood loss au because it's finally over but when wewe slump back to look out over the setting sun. wewe 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, wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe just take a look?" The young doctor frowns but nods his head. Pulls out a tiny torch from inside his white koti, jacket 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 au 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 au her subconscious is struggling to deal with something. All I can say is wewe need to be there for her. To care for her. upendo her like she loves wewe 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 kitanda inayofuata to the redhead and takes the blondes hand. "Everything will be fine, Nai. I'll never leave you." She reaches down and presses a kiss 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 wewe everyday. So, what would wewe like today saladi au jelly...? Jelly's quite nice..." She drags off. As she talks she drags her eyes over the kitanda inayofuata to her, a brunette girl, she thinks her name is Effy is laying in the kitanda inayofuata 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 swali 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 alisema it was self defence and stuck kwa 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 inayofuata 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 zaidi time." She'll wait for her, she always will.
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"How many zaidi times do I have to tell you, Naomi? Leave this on!" Emily calls from the kitchen.
"And how many zaidi times do I have to tell wewe 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 wewe better sit here and watch it then." Naomi pats the space on the sofa inayofuata 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 upendo you."
"I upendo you, too, Emily..."
It's a room, just an ordinary room, wewe don't know where it is au how long you've been there but you're here. wewe look around, some cheap hotel, bed, draws, TV on a small desk, bathroom, nothing unusual. wewe press your hand against your forehead and try to remember like wewe do every time this happens, wewe can't though. It's not your fault, it's a medical condition. Ever since the incident wewe can't make new memories, you're not completely fucked though wewe still have your old ones, still know who wewe are, just can't remember the now. wewe shift all your weight and push up off the bed, take another glance around the room before going through things, wewe check the draws, nothing there, the wardrobe, just clothes, the bathroom; typical bathroom things. Nothing. "Fuck." wewe mutter and sigh.
wewe slowly walk over to the large mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door and through your juu 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 wewe can tell have been there for a while because they're faded a bit. "Find him and kill him." wewe read aloud as your finger runs over the one over your chest. Your hand moves down and moves over the inayofuata one. "John _ raped and killed my wife." And finally your hand trails down to the most hivi karibuni one. "Don't trust anyone." You've obviously recently had a run in with someone that wewe can't trust but unfortunately can't remember it. wewe try to, but it's just not there. You're hand reaches into your bag that wewe carry on your back and wewe pull out some pictures, wewe 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. wewe flick to the inayofuata one; Effy, she'll help wewe to her own end. Don't trust her too much. wewe try the other pouch on the bag and pull out a couple of pieces of paper, scan them and then drop the others when wewe find the newest one, wewe can tell from the ink, when wewe can't remember anything wewe learn to trust your own handwriting. "Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12?" wewe flick back to the card of her and reread it: she'll help wewe to her own end. Don't trust her too much.
wewe stop outside Cassie's cafe. It's a dingy little place on the corner of the scummier end of Bristol, wewe reach into your pocket and pull out the note again. Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12. wewe have to do this, have constant reminders of your objective otherwise wewe forget what you're doing, that's part of your condition. wewe pull out the picha 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 wewe need a picture of here.
wewe 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 wewe with a coffee in front of her. wewe hesitantly make your way over, you're always hesitant because wewe can't remember anyone au anything, better salama than sorry. wewe slide into the kiti, kiti cha across from her and put your camera down on the table. "...Effy...right?" wewe always get this moment of panic when wewe assume something because in reality wewe know nothing.
"Hello, Naomi." Her voice is cool and very unnerving but wewe 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 wewe about my condition, right?" wewe reply.
"Yes, wewe can't remember anything. wewe don't remember me?" She asks and wewe shake your head, no, she smiles. "Okay, well, that's shit."
"It is." A silence falls over the pair of wewe 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 wewe tell me."
"Well, I..."
"Can't remember?"
wewe laugh. "Well, no."
"You're here because wewe asked me to find someone for you." Effy pushes a brown envelope towards wewe over the table, wewe reach out and grab it, pull it towards you, don't open it though, not here. wewe look up at her. "You've already paid me for it." She majibu before wewe can ask and wewe 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 wewe asked me to find him. See wewe around, Naomi." And then she's gone and you're left sitting alone at a booth in Cassie's cafe. wewe scramble into your pocket and write in big letters on the envelope 'Must read; possibly HIM.'.
"Babe wewe call out? Babe what's wrong?"
When wewe get back to your room you've forgotten where you've come from, wewe scratch the back of your head as wewe sit down inayofuata to the window on a creaky old chair. wewe go through your pockets and pull out the brown envelope, wewe don't know where it's come from but wewe recognise your uandishi on the front of it; Must read; possibly HIM. You're hands tear the envelope open eagerly and wewe pull out the contents, an ammo magazine and a small bottle of liquid come out first, wewe place the brown envelope down on the meza, jedwali and pick up the mag, its for the gun wewe keep in your bag, wewe recognise the make label on the side and wewe always check your gun whenever wewe forget, not because wewe know wewe have it but to see what wewe do have. The inayofuata is a small bottle of liquid, wewe don't know what it is, looks like water to wewe so wewe place it to the side and press your hand down on the envelope, smiling when wewe feel some paper inside, wewe reach inside and remove it, placing it on the meza, jedwali in front of wewe and scanning it with your eyes.
"John Davies." wewe read aloud as wewe look over the picture of a man with black hair and blue eyes. wewe pull your sleeve up to your elbow and look at the tojo wewe have there. Fact 1: Male.
"Check."
Fact 2: White.
"Check."
Fact 3: First name John.
"Check."
Fact 4: Access to Drugs.
wewe don't know that one. wewe only know that because Emily was drugged when it happened, that was in the report, wewe had a friend that got wewe it, well, that's what it says on juu of the report, wewe wrote it, so you'll never know. wewe shake your head and go back to the sheet. It has his address, age, licence plate number, height. Everything wewe need to know, wewe reach into the envelope one zaidi time and find a scrap of paper at the bottom. wewe left these at mine the other night. Effy. wewe raise your eyebrows, wewe stayed at hers? wewe try not to think about that and go back to what wewe know. What wewe do know is that there is a guy, he might not be your guy, but wewe wanted him and he could be important. wewe reach for your pen and write on the back of the sheet; find him, he has something wewe need. And then wewe mduara, duara the address.
wewe don't know what you're doing when wewe pull up at the address on the back of the paper. You're eyes run over the paper and then wewe pull up your sleeves to look at the tattoos. wewe open the car door and walk up to the house, knocking briskly. wewe 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 wewe stand patiently and wait for the door to be answered. It doesn't have a creak like most doors have when it opens so wewe assume it must be new. The man from the picha 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. wewe 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?" wewe ask.
"Sure." He pushes open the door and lets wewe inside. There's a picture frame of him and his family as soon as wewe walk in the door, two kids and a wife, it doesn't fit. The house itself is neat and well groomed, wewe look hard to find something out of place au a spec of dirt but nothing catches your eye. He takes wewe into the living room and gestures for wewe to sit down, wewe 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 wewe know who I am?"
"No."
"So, we've never met before?"
He glances away from her nervously. "Not that I can...er...remember."
"Do wewe know someone called Emily Fitch?"
"Look, what's this all about?"
"Do wewe know her, yes au no?"
"Yeah, I think so. Cute little redhead? Went to Roundview college with my sister?"
"Did wewe do it?" wewe can't be sure, so wewe just have to risk it.
"Do what?" He doesn't know au he pretends he doesn't so there's only one way wewe can find out. wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe 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." wewe walk over and press the gun against his temple.
"Did wewe fucking do it?" Your voice breaks as wewe press it against his head. His eyes songesha 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 shati and jeans. "What the fuck are wewe 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 kwa one until wewe 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..." wewe pull out the envelope and Cook's already taking it from your hands and scanning it.
"Who the fuck gave wewe this?"
"Cook?" John calls.
"Shut the fuck up for a sekunde mate. Who gave wewe this Naomi?" wewe have to go through your pockets for a while but wewe find and name and give it to Cook. "Fuck, man. Your sister gave her this? What have wewe done to piss her off, Tone?" He turns towards the black haired male.
"Your names Tony?" wewe ask and he nods. "Then why did wewe 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." wewe 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. wewe scowl at him.
"My sister is trying to kill me because she believes that I owe her money."
"For what?"
"Drugs." Of course, wewe think, because it's always about drugs and money. Well, that's what films tell wewe anyway. So, wewe 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?" wewe 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, wewe glance at him and force the smile fighting its way to the surface back down. No time for smiles. wewe don't remember smiling recently. wewe know the feeling of your lips moving into the position and the sound of the laughter erupting from your throat but wewe 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 alisema anything to me and she..."
"She did wewe over." wewe say with realisation and scribble that down quickly. wewe don't know if wewe can trust Effy at all now. What wewe 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 siku 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. wewe 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?" wewe ask. wewe just realised that you've been with this manipulative bitch, kahaba earlier.
"She bumped into Cook and I five months zamani 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 wewe feel sorry for the bloke. I'm sure he's done some shit stuff in his life as well but for right now all wewe know is his perspective so wewe write it all down and then tuck it into the back of your jean pocket.
"So, where the fuck do wewe come into this story?" wewe 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. wewe can sympathise with Tony because he doesn't have a life now, sure he has this fake one but he doesn't really exist. wewe know that feeling, wewe feel it every time wewe wake up and try and figure out where the hell wewe are and how wewe got there. "Meet me here tonight at 8, alright? And whatever the fuck wewe do, don't bump au whatever into miss I like to manipulative people because I'm a fucking cunt, alright?" wewe nod. "Good. See wewe then, bye Tone, mate. Booze tomorrow!" and the door slams shut. wewe glance at Tony who glances back at wewe awkwardly and then.
"Sorry, who are you?"
"I'm Tony, we've been talking for the last ten minutes."
"Sorry, just gotta read something..." wewe reach back into your pocket and go through some notes. It makes sense again.
"Is everything alright, Emily?" Naomi hands run over the empty space in the kitanda inayofuata 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 kitanda and then her feet touch the cold floor boards. She shiver, there's something in the air. She songesha 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 chanzo of the noise.
It's weird, sneaking around her own home. In the siku 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 au 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 zaidi 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 upendo 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 wewe hit that jackpot and someone notices wewe and wewe 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 wewe 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, wewe 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 sekunde down and moved onto another. Emily pouted, trying to catch the blonde's attention. Naomi noticed but pretended not to, focused on the ukuta 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 kiss 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 wewe 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 zaidi 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 zaidi 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 kiss and kisses her back, let's Naomi push her up against the ukuta 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 juu of the redhead. Emily groans and tightens her grip in Naomi's hair, the paints gonna be a bitch, kahaba 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 inayofuata 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 mbele so kicks open the door, instinct carrying her. There's one guy on juu 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 wewe 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 wewe 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."
wewe don't know why, but that stuck. Not knowing Cook. wewe don't remember who he is, well, wewe do every time he reminds wewe of how, but wewe remember the fact that she died. wewe think it's because even though you've got short term memory loss, some part of wewe cares so much about Emily that it can overcome the part of your brain that tells wewe to forget. Well, that's what wewe like to think anyway. wewe read over your notes one zaidi time. wewe only have a short amount of time when wewe do this to plan out what your inayofuata step in your plan is. What Tony told wewe is of great importance, so wewe write on Effy's picha 'need to see her about what Tony said.'. Cook alisema he'd meet wewe later so wewe write a note to yourself saying 'meet Cook later at Tony's'. Those are the inayofuata two steps. wewe look back up to the house with Tony sitting inside and sigh. Fucking family. wewe put the key into the ignition and press down on the accelerator hard, wewe wish wewe could remember him...he seemed like a nice guy.
wewe wait for a call, wewe sit in your room and wait. Keep picking up the piece of paper wewe wrote on and just wait. The phone rings a couple of times and wewe 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 wewe need is this call and then wewe can get one step closer to figuring out this massive mess you've unintentionally gotten yourself involved in. Just as wewe 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 wewe remember me?" It's slightly patronizing. It irritates wewe but wewe don't feel comfortable enough to voice that opinion.
"No."
"That's right, you've got a con-"
"—diton, yeah. wewe know that, well, at least I think wewe do. Why are wewe playing games?" The confusion evident in your voice.
"I'm not playing games."
"Then what are wewe doing?"
"I'm hoping one of these days you'll remember me." And it knocks wewe completely off balance. wewe wonder if wewe wrote anything down about Effy's uncanny ability to put people off edge anywhere, unlikely, wewe only write down the important things. "Can wewe come over?"
"Why?"
"I need to see you."
"About what?" wewe are holding her photograph in your hands. 'She'll help wewe to her own end. Don't trust her too much' even zaidi prominent then even. wewe slowly shake the photo, hoping some sort of secret answer will come from it. It doesn't. wewe place it back down and wait for her reply, but she's been silent for a while.
"How'd it go?"
"Who is this?" wewe ask. wewe don't know who you're on the phone to.
"It's...Effy." She says confused. wewe reach down and pick up the picture again. Effy, 'dont' trust her too much'. It's hard, when wewe forget so quickly and have to remember so fast.
"Right, okay, what did wewe want?"
"How did it go with John Davies?"
John Davies? wewe tafuta around the room. It doesn't take wewe long, wewe gather the necessary information you're looking for. "He wasn't the guy I was looking for." It's cryptic. wewe want to throw her off balance.
"Anything happen?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just asking." wewe liar, wewe think. "You need to come see me."
"And why is that, Effy?" wewe 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 alisema that before to me." wewe sigh.
"I know, but I think I've finally got him. It all fits!" She sounds genuine but wewe can't be sure. Have to listen to your own handwriting after all.
"And what make this one so special?" wewe 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..." wewe 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 wewe so eager to help me?" wewe shoot back.
"Because I care." Off balance again. Fuck sake.
"Fuck it," wewe mutter. "Fine, I'll be round soon."
"Cool." She majibu and then she's gone. wewe write something down and then take a moment for yourself. wewe forget it all just like that, but wewe remember it later, wewe always remember it later.
When wewe knock, wewe don't know what to expect. "Come on." wewe don't even see Effy when she pulls the door ajar and walks back into the darkness, well, wewe think it's her. wewe just see a figure, no detail. wewe 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 Cats scattering around and the distinct smell of whiskey filling its entirety. wewe step on something and it crunches, wewe groan. These shoes look nice, wewe hope they weren't too much, wewe don't even look at what wewe stepped in, just walk on through towards Effy's direction.
"Effy?" wewe call out and take a step closer.
"In here." She calls from a room at the back. wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe kill him?" Effy almost hisses it.
Your eyes bulge. "What?"
She advances on you. "Did wewe kill him?" It's louder but still harsh. Pressing wewe back into the cabinet.
"Get the fuck off me, psycho bitch!" wewe 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 wewe sent me there to clear his debt, well, fuck you, Effy! I'm not a hit man!"
"Yes, wewe are! You're a fuck up." It catches wewe off guard. wewe thought that because you'd pulled a gun and got the upper hand with the big reveal. "You stupid little bitch! Looking for majibu 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 wewe deserve as well! wewe are nothing. Pathetic, fucking retard!" wewe hit her with the gun, hard across the face and she looks back at wewe shocked.
"Shut up!" wewe shout. "Shut the fuck up! I want some majibu and I want them now! You're going to give them to me au I'm going to make you!" wewe declare and advance on the wounded girl. wewe don't get the chance though because somebody hits wewe from behind and wewe feel that familiar darkness overtake you. Fuck sake, not again.
Effy rummages through your pockets. wewe don't know though, you're not awake. She picks up the picha and takes a lighter from her pocket, burning all of them. She goes into your bag this time and pulls your camera from it. wewe give the camera to Freddie and make him take one of you, wewe write on it. 'She will help.' She slides it back into your pocket and turns to the tall male inayofuata to her. "What wewe 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 wewe 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!" wewe hear the voice of someone calling at you. wewe force your eyes open and look up. wewe don't recognise the brunette above you.
"Wha..who are you?" wewe mumble.
"It's Effy!" She rummages into your pocket and pulls out a picture, hands it towards you. wewe look it over, recognise the picture see the words and nod to yourself. wewe know who she is. wewe can trust her. wewe seem to be bound in ropes, wewe can feel it round your wrists. Effy takes a kisu from the jikoni counter and cuts them. "Quick, we have to get out of here! He'll come back!"
"Who!" wewe exclaim. She doesn't answer, just pulls wewe to your feet and pushes wewe towards the door. There's banging on the ukuta inayofuata to wewe 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! wewe and Effy are out the door and into the sunshine. She pulls wewe towards the car door and pushes wewe inside.
"He's coming! Drive!" She hands wewe the keys. wewe put them in and drive. Drive so fast that wewe leave marks on the ground and smoke in the air. "Keep going!"
"Where! Fucking where!" wewe smack a hand against the steering wheel.
"Pull over here!" wewe do. Effy pushes her hair back and groans.
"What the fuck was that?" wewe are bound to forget soon, wewe think. wewe rummage through your bag and pulling out a pen and paper. Effy sits in silence. "Will wewe hurry the fuck up! Time isn't on my side wewe know."
"It was Cook."
"Who?"
"You've met him before. He was trying to kill you. Luckily I found you. He'd tied wewe up and put wewe in that house. A friend of mine and I tracked wewe 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 wewe 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. alisema wewe found him somehow."
"No..." wewe pause. Your moyo is beating faster than ever. Adrenaline. wewe 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 wewe 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. wewe can find him at this address. He'll be the one in the polo shati and dirty hair.' The address is written underneath for you. wewe frown. How does Effy know all this?
"Aren't wewe 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." wewe point out the obvious.
"He was waking up when I left. He'll be gone kwa 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 wewe forget." wewe scribble some zaidi 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. wewe watch as a girl wewe don't know walks across the road and up the path. wewe can't help but think she looks mysterious.
wewe chew on the pen as wewe sit outside of the house. wewe don't think you've been here before. wewe don't know how wewe found this 'Cook' character before either. He doesn't fit some of the slots in your story but the way wewe woke up, well, from what you've gotten written down in front of wewe would suggest this is finally him. And that puts wewe on edge. Emily, wewe 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 wewe so bad. wewe grip the gun in your palm and look at the house one zaidi time. Fuck it. Time to just do something instead of sitting back! wewe push open the car door, slam it shut and walk up to the house, wewe 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. wewe point the gun at him. Effy alisema he'd be here.
"Back off."
"Naomi!" Tony's shocked. "What the fuck have wewe done? Cook, Cook, are wewe 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. wewe don't know why wewe haven't shot him yet. You're looking from the gun and back to Cook. wewe don't feel that rage anymore, wewe don't feel the satisfaction. Some part of wewe feels dread. That you've got the wrong man, that you've killed an innocent.
"You shouldn't have done it." wewe state, pointing the gun at Cook again.
"Done what, Naomikins? Be there for you? Look after you? Make sure wewe don't go off the rails?"
"What?" wewe throw the gun out in outrage. Confused, you're so fucking confused. Don't listen to him. He might be lying! "What are wewe talking about?"
"Whose got wewe twisted, blondie? Who's been telling wewe fucking lies?" He mutters. Laughs to himself meekly and crawls towards the meza, jedwali top. He opens the juu draw. wewe 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 wewe needed to see. Should've shown wewe ages zamani but didn't want wewe 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 wewe take it, wewe recognise the hand uandishi of the name, it's Emily's. It says 'James.'
Dear James,
I'm uandishi wewe 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 wewe and you're an okay guy, so that's why I'm asking you. If anything happens to me, will wewe 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 wewe won't give up on her? She means so much to me.
Love,
Emily.
For the first time in a long time wewe feel a tear running down your cheek. wewe haven't cried in a long time. Not since, well, since wewe found out about Emily. Not since wewe promised that you'd avenge her. The gun shakes in your hand and wewe try to control it. "I'm sorry..." wewe whisper and Cook laughs.
"It's alright, Naomikins, we all make mistakes."
"Fuck." wewe drop to your knees and crawl towards him. wewe pull him to you. "You were only trying to help. wewe weren't him at all. Shit. Fuck sake, Ems." wewe laugh to yourself. Always has to play the guardian angel.
"Yeah, Fuck sake, Ems." Cook repeats and calls wewe close. "I know wewe don't remember me, Blondie, but I've been there, yeah? I know wewe 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, wewe know it, I know it. wewe can't songesha on because of this fucked up brain thing wewe got going on but, wewe gotta find peace. Gotta get some relief, blondie, cuz this shit's consuming you."
"Why aren't wewe zaidi angry? I just fucking shot you!" wewe cry, tears cascading down your cheeks now. It feels good. Good to cry. Cook tugs wewe 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 wewe have to go leave the party early? wewe always were king of the party." wewe hear him mutter under his breath. That's his way of grieving wewe guess. wewe don't know why but this guy that wewe can't even remember death has effected wewe a lot then wewe anticipated. Guilt it's a bitch, kahaba and it's stinging like hell right now. wewe pull wewe look at him in shock. "He's fucking dead! The police will be here soon and he wouldn't want wewe caught." wewe stay still. "You've done enough! Leave! Get the fuck out!" With his final roar wewe push yourself to your feet, grab then gun and run out of the door. wewe hope that you'll forget this fast. Forget killing a man. wewe can't stand it so far.
It's a graveyard, just an ordinary graveyard. You've been here many times before, well wewe think wewe have. Your notes say so. wewe look out at the hundreds of stones in front of wewe and none of them matter, none but one. Emily's. wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe were taken from me. I needed you. I...still need you." wewe 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 wewe love...and I'm...I'm scared wewe wouldn't upendo me like this. I killed someone innocent. Someone wewe asked to look after me if wewe ever...you know...and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. My words feel empty. I feel so numb. I'm Lost without wewe Emily. Dead." Your tears overcome wewe and wewe just sit there for a few minutes, arms wrapped around a gravestone because it's the closet wewe can get to her. And wewe need it. "I have to end it though, I know it's not what wewe want, but I need an end game, okay? After all this it's a nyumbani for me, no one with my condition can truly live a normal life. I can't even get over wewe Emily, wewe are my one and only. I can't forget you, I wouldn't want to. I upendo you." wewe have to end it.
"She misses you, too, wewe know?" wewe hear from behind you.
"Katie?" wewe ask through your tear filled eyes.
"Yeah, it's me, bitch." She crouches down on the ground inayofuata to wewe and puts down some flowers. "Hey, sis, how are wewe today? Keeping tidy, I see." She maoni 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." wewe look at her. "It's was hard for me as well, yeah? I loved you, too, wewe 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." wewe smile. Katie can be less bitchlike sometimes.
"And what makes wewe 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. upendo you, Ems. See wewe 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 wewe are happy. wewe pull out your pad and pen and scribble something down. "There's something I have to do first, but when it's finished," wewe grit your teeth. wewe are ending this. One way au 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 wewe a brief hug.
What you've scribbled? Hope.
It's just a motel room, an ordinary hotel room. wewe know you've been here before because of the key in your pocket. wewe step inside and look around. It's normal. Bed, tv on a small desk, draws and a bathroom, nothing unusual. wewe walk over to the kitanda and sit down on the edge. It's early morning, the sun is shining through the window. wewe look out and smile. You've forget the pain of last night, sure, it's down on paper but it's not the same. wewe don't feel the guilt as much now, because wewe can't remember and that helps. wewe stand in front of the mirror completely bare, looking yourself up and down, seeing yourself inside out. The phone rings and makes wewe jump, it's just the motel clerk checking on you. He seems like a nice guy. wewe hang up and look back at yourself. Your tojo mare your skin, wewe trace your fingers across the main one. The one wewe look at all the time, just to remind yourself, motivate yourself and keep wewe on edge. "John _ raped and killed my wife." wewe look at how faded it is, has it really been that long? wewe look at some others, bila mpangilio bits of information that have led wewe to this point. There's a very old one, one you've never really understood until now. It says "Look closer...lights off." wewe frown. A message from Cook? How'd he get it on her body? Have wewe known something before and forgotten it since then?
wewe sit around for a while trying to figure it out. Something to look closer at? wewe pull out all your notes and go through everything, every little detail but none of it makes sense. It annoys wewe because wewe like to think that you've become a person that looks over every detail, into every nook and cranny until wewe uncover everything, and wewe 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? wewe tafuta for a long time, don't look up to the clock just keeps going. It's annoying that wewe have to keep remembering everything before wewe can start looking again. And then wewe find something, in the most miraculous way, wewe feel anger rise up in wewe and it's your favourite emotion, it's one of power and true feeling, to feel the rage inside you, to wewe means wewe are still alive and kicking. wewe pick up the lamp on the dawati inayofuata to you, it's creating minimal light in the room but wewe need it to read, but fuck it, wewe smash it against the wall. It darkens the corner of the room wewe are in, the rest is lit up kwa daylight but the back corner of it isn't. wewe sigh and run your hand through your hair, dropping your hand back down something catches wewe are, there's something on your hand, it's tinted green and covering your thumb. What the fuck? wewe walk over towards your kitanda side meza, jedwali to try and get a better look in the light but it disappears. wewe gasp. wewe songesha back over to the dawati and open one of the draw, pull out the envelope entitled 'Must read: might be HIM!' and tip the contents on the dawati top, wewe hold up the small bottom of clear liquid. wewe know what it is now. Invisible ink. Lights out. Your eyes bug. wewe grab and pen and scribble it down so wewe won't forget. wewe walk over to the curtains, pull them and push them into the windows blocking out as much light as possible. wewe songesha over back into the blackness and look around the room, for anything au any sort of clue. It's the only hope you've got. Nothing, wewe sigh and sit down in the dawati chair, wewe were sure wewe were onto something. Then wewe see it, the familiar green tint, the tiniest speck of it sticking out from the corner of the massive picture of a mashua on the motel wall. Above the bed. wewe smile. wewe stand up on the kitanda and lift the picture and drop it down. wewe look back in awe. No fucking way. Written on your ukuta in your own hand uandishi is. "Effy knows who he is. Go find her. Watch out for Freddie, it took wewe fucking long enough."
wewe write it down, you've never written so fast in your life.
wewe kicked the door hard, the hinges snap under the force and the door bursts open. No time for games. wewe 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. wewe smile, point the gun at her and shoot her once in the leg. She drops, it's not over for her yet. Oh, no.
wewe grab her kwa her hair and pull her to the wall, wewe crouch down, putting pressure on her leg and holding her there with your other hand. She cries out in pain. "No zaidi games, Effy! wewe tell me what I want to know and wewe tell me now!"
"I don't..."
"Don't wewe lie! I know wewe know who he is. Now, wewe tell me the whole story and wewe tell me now otherwise I'll shoot wewe in the other leg as well and leave wewe here." wewe press the gun hard against her other knee cap, herufi kubwa and she whimpers. wewe know she's going to break before she does. "Well!" wewe ask forcefully pushing the gun harder.
"Alright! Okay! Okay! wewe win. I'll talk."
"Yeah, wewe will." wewe 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," wewe slap her. "Look at me." She does, teary eyed and scared. wewe 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 wewe and that Cook guy had to fucking catch on, didn't you? wewe had to go and wreck what we had going and he told us to make wewe forget, so we did. We blamed my brother, I didn't want to do that, but wewe haven't meet this guy, okay? He's controlling. He can make wewe do things and I had to...I just had to. When Cook found this all out he kept it from you, but wewe found something, a video clip of John Foster and wewe knew, wewe just knew and then wewe found proof. We burned it, burned all the information wewe had on him in some hope that you'd forget about it and wewe 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?" wewe ask, angrily.
"Because she didn't have a family to go looking. He didn't count on you, though. She never mentioned that wewe were so...persistent." wewe almost growl at her for that.
"Where can I find him?"
"You don't want to."
"WHERE!" wewe 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 kitanda side table. He'll be at work now so..."
"Good, that's the perfect time." wewe 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." wewe spit and then hit her with the gun, knocking her out. Fucking bitch. She's lucky wewe don't kill her. Not after what she did to Emily. wewe walk into the other room and go into the draw, wewe find the card and write down the address. wewe write down as much information about what just happened as possible and then leave. Then wewe forget. Then wewe remember. Then wewe go after him.
"Ah, Miss Campbell, I've been expecting you." He says as he sits down across from you. He's everything wewe imagined to be behind that mask. A smug, sharp face that makes wewe instantly want to break his face. "I was wondering how long it was going to take wewe to find me." He knows why wewe 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 wewe did it, especially with that...condition wewe have but wewe did it and I must say I'm impressed. I'm sure Emily would be as well." wewe grit your teeth. How dare he talk about her! He has no right! Your grip tightens on the gun in your pocket. He sees wewe movement and reads it. He opens a draw to his left and puts some files into it, quicker than wewe anticipate he pulls a silenced pistol out and shoots wewe twice in the chest. One hitting wewe just below the shoulder and the other hitting wewe just below your left breast. wewe 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 dawati in front of you. "Ah, what a situation you've gotten yourself into Miss Campbell, Can I call wewe 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 wewe but killed wewe as well, I thought wewe 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 wewe see, Naomi. Everyone feels lust and I take what I want and your...girlfriend was a spectacular specimen, absolutely fascinating and after the sekunde 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, wewe 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 wewe two were for each other. It disgusted me. She was so blinded kwa wewe 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. kwa 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 wewe did to me. I couldn't work for weeks after, that bat left a mark. You'll pay for that." He marches mbele and slams his fist into your face, hard. Twice. wewe gasp as wewe hit the floor. He kicks wewe in the chest and wewe cough and splutter.
"So weak. So weak all wewe women. So easy to manipulate. But you, wewe are one of a kind. I underestimated wewe and your male friend, Cook. He chased me away that night but I knew you'd come looking and wewe did." wewe gasp and look out towards the city. The towers are blurred in your view. wewe squeeze your eyes tight and try to focus. wewe look around for anything, for any hope. "And he found me, long before wewe 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 wewe in check but he didn't and I had to make sure Effy made wewe forget, zaidi than once. But she made a mistake, she made wewe kill him and in the cowards death he told wewe truth which he could not take back, which led wewe to my door. So I hope wewe are happy." wewe reach up and grade the glass object from the desk. Your hands slips all over it. "Because know wewe get to die like the whore of your girlfriend. Do wewe 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 sekunde of it and I'm going to do that to wewe too before wewe die. Because wewe fascinate me as well. How can something so weak just keep coming back?"
"You tell me." wewe rasp and slam the snow globe down into the back of his head. His head smashes mbele into the glass and wewe hit him again. And again and again and again until wewe can't see the shape of a head anymore. All wewe see is blood. wewe slum down over his dead body. He's finally fucking got what he deserves. They say revenge doesn't bring wewe relief, but wewe chest feels lighter, wewe don't know if that's because of the blood loss au because it's finally over but when wewe slump back to look out over the setting sun. wewe 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, wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe just take a look?" The young doctor frowns but nods his head. Pulls out a tiny torch from inside his white koti, jacket 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 au 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 au her subconscious is struggling to deal with something. All I can say is wewe need to be there for her. To care for her. upendo her like she loves wewe 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 kitanda inayofuata to the redhead and takes the blondes hand. "Everything will be fine, Nai. I'll never leave you." She reaches down and presses a kiss 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 wewe everyday. So, what would wewe like today saladi au jelly...? Jelly's quite nice..." She drags off. As she talks she drags her eyes over the kitanda inayofuata to her, a brunette girl, she thinks her name is Effy is laying in the kitanda inayofuata 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 swali 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 alisema it was self defence and stuck kwa 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 inayofuata 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 zaidi time." She'll wait for her, she always will.