An Unfair Love Pt. 01

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Naomi Winters sat with her best friend Claire, her boyfriend Tommy and two other friends Tisha and Cia. They were drinking, listening to music as Tommy sat as he always did being friendly, but passive unless one of Claire’s friends spoke to him. Naomi enjoyed watching Tommy when he wasn’t looking, watching him as she lusted for him; but for good reason.

Claire and Naomi had known one another since primary school in London, and through their teenage years alongside Tisha and Cia through secondary school and into College, and eventually University. They were all close friends, the four of them did everything together. But sadly that allowed Naomi to see how Claire treated her boyfriend Tommy, who had come down from Glasgow in Scotland to study and work in London.

Since meeting a year ago Naomi had held her tongue and hated how Claire had begun to treat her boyfriend Tommy; she was constantly cheating on him and lied to his face dozens of times. The best friend Naomi once knew was gone now, and a nasty bitch had replaced her. Several times Claire had boasted about having several men on the go, and that Tommy was the one she kept for the long haul.

She hated Claire now, and hated every moment she lied to Tommy. He was just thirty years old, balding but built and muscular. He wore a thick brown copper beard, and had a broad chest and shoulders with muscular, thick legs. He was built like a Highlander in Naomi’s mind, she had even caught herself thinking about Tommy when she watched her favorite television show Outlander. She had even been treated to Tommy wearing his Clan kilt, and colors to accompany Claire to a wedding with Naomi.

As she drank with him, laughing and enjoying his company at the friend’s wedding she caught Claire stealing off into the toilets with a young man. Claire with her pale porcelain skin, dark green eyes and flaming red hair always seemed to have men chasing her. Naomi hated her for that, feeling as if she manipulated Tommy, and other men.

Naomi had dark chocolate skin from her mother Sanaa who came from Trinidad to the UK in the 1960’s as a child herself, she wore her hair as her mother always did in long dreadlocks that touched her shoulders, and she wore them proudly. She watched as Claire pretended to be the loving girlfriend she wanted Tommy to believe, and never suspect her infidelity.

It hurt Naomi to watch her lie to him, as just five months earlier the three of them had been out drinking at a local club one evening. Naomi had just broken up with her boyfriend Marcus for good because of his infidelity, and decided to drink heavily to forget about him. She had found Tommy had worried more about her, than Claire who seemed too busy flirting with a local lad to acknowledge her boyfriend.

After drinking several shots, and three Vodka and Cokes she had found herself holding a drink bought by an unknown man. He seemed to force her to drink it, as if eager for her to finish drinking it. That night like Claire, Naomi had dressed to impress and simply enjoy her night out. She had worn a simple black skirt, and purple blouse with her deadlocks tied into two pigtails that touched her shoulders, along with a pair of black pantyhose, flat-sole shoes and handbag.

As the man forced her to drink the glass of alcohol, she had noticed the pill at the bottom of the glass. He forced her to drink it; and then darkness.

She blacked out, and awoke opening her eyes in a blur to see Tommy challenging the man who had given her the drink. They were in a corridor outside the club’s toilets.

“I fucking know yer’ cunt what you made her drink, move or am’ gonnae’ fucking kill you.” Tommy threatened the man who she saw now was Caucasian, in his late fifties and heavily balding and fat.

As she blinked her vision cleared and she watched as the man who had drugged her swing for Tommy, who was faster. The block of his arm to the man’s own arm shocked even Naomi, before Tommy brought his head back and smashed it against the man’s nose. He gave the man what Glaswegians affectionately called the ‘Glasgow Kiss’ breaking the bridge of the nose with the forehead.

The man fell to the floor, his hands trying to stem the stream of blood from his nose and mouth as Tommy stood over him. The man tried to stand, but Tommy gave him one kick to his head and the man black out. At first Naomi thought it was excessive, until she saw Tommy lean down and pull from the jeans of the unconscious man; a lock-knife. He then poetically showed it to the CCTV camera that was filming the event, and placed it on the top of the bin.

He then leaned down to help Naomi to her feet, he even took his black hooded jumper he had worn off and put it around her for warmth.They both gave witness statements to the local Police when they arrived at the club, and Tommy was cleared for using reasonable force to protect Naomi.

That night Naomi thought, but couldn’t be sure that she had seen Claire’s face; and that it seemed she wasn’t happy with Tommy helping her as much as he had.

She xvideos porno hadn’t forgotten that night as she sat with Tommy, Claire, Tisha and Cia drinking bottles of Cider, he drank Polish beer which was his preference. She looked over at him, but before she could look away their gazes locked. He smiled at her as he usually did, friendly and caring.

‘A big, loving, caring bear of a man. You’ve got him bitch, and you don’t deserve him.’ Naomi thought in her mind as she watched him. Her tummy full of butterflies, Naomi’s breathing was hard as she fought her anxiety.

She didn’t deserve him, Naomi knew that. She hated Claire, she had an amazing man, and she was cheating on him regularly. As more bottles of Cider opened, and Tommy opened another can of his favorite Polish beer – Naomi couldn’t fight it and watched him.

Naomi was dressed in a pair of black Grunge trousers, with several small chains and tears on them, with a black vest, and over that she wore an open jumper of her favorite Heavy Metal music band; Nirvana. She had her dreadlocks in pigtails, as she regularly did.

Claire always seemed to admonish her for wearing such clothing, preferring brands, and such as they grew up. But as Naomi watched Tommy drink from his can of beer, she noticed the mirror behind him on Tisha’s bedroom wall and saw the back of the hooded jumper he wore.

It was the logo and insignia of a fictional motorcycle gang from one of Tommy’s favorite television shows; Sons of Anarchy. He was also into the very same music as Naomi was; heavy metal, rock, indie rock, and other genres she loved. Naomi thought Claire was a hypocrite, she seemed to love Tommy but she had watched as she’d admonish him for wearing similar clothing, especially anything that expressed his personality.

Naomi felt she was trying to snuff out his personality, and change him to how she wanted him to be. But luckily so far Tommy had resisted; he wasn’t weak but he was loyal.

Suddenly Claire’s phone rang, and she quickly leapt to her feet. “Babe, I’m going to take this call.” She said and quickly kissed him on his cheek, almost skipping out of Tisha’s bedroom. Naomi looked away hard, and angry knowing it was one of the several men Claire was seeing, and dating.

Naomi picked up another can of Cider, cracking it open she took several heavy mouthfuls coughing from the rushed intake. Tommy noticed, putting down his own can of beer.

“Hey, Naomi hen. Yer’ alright?” He asked her moving closer to her across the couch in the bedroom, as he moved closer she felt her heart beat and pound against her chest.

She found herself jumping back away from him, and Tommy instinctively took it for fear. “Hey hen, what’s wrong? Am’ sorry hen if I made her feel uncomfortable.” He asked her anxious, and worried sitting back from her.

She knew she was making him feel as if he was to blame for making her feel uncomfortable, and she steadied her nerves moving back towards him again. Feigning a smile she looked up at him, into his hazel brown eyes, down to his thick copper beard and chiselled jaw beneath it. Fighting back the urge to tell him all, and tell him how she truly felt about him she nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just one of those days.” She lied to him, hoping he wouldn’t ask further questions.

He replied. “Aye, me too.” He told her, as he watched her. His eyes were on hers now, and for once he didn’t look away wondering where Claire was.

Naomi looked up at him, pushing a dread lock from her face behind her ear. It was then she noticed Tommy watch the deadlock, and her as she did the instinctive move. He seemed hypnotized staring into her own hazel eyes, and then her hair before settling back on her eyes again.

Suddenly Claire stepped back into the room, and Tommy sat back trying to forget what he had been thinking, as he looked at Claire. Naomi sat back herself hoping no-one had seen them, but Tisha and Cia were too busy drinking and giggling with one another over a story. “So who was that?” Naomi found herself asking Claire who’s smile disappeared from her friend’s question.

Naomi usually gave up interest, but this time stared back at her glaringly. “Must have been important for you to go out of the room, Claire.” Naomi said more loudly than before, and Tisha and Cia looked up.

Claire’s face was of pure anger, and hatred towards one of her best friends. Her tone was on point, and direct. “No one, nothing important.” She said moving closer to Tommy, hoping to distract him from what Naomi was trying to tell him in a subtle way.

Suddenly Naomi couldn’t fight it, as she saw Claire kiss Tommy distracting him, openly lying to him. “Oh fuck this, I need a smoke.” Naomi grunted, standing unsteadily to her feet with her can of Cider in her hand, and made her way to Tisha’s balcony outside for her smoke.

Stumbling slightly, she made her way past Tisha and Cia and out into the corridor, before she stepped out onto the balcony of the apartment. The cold air hit yabancı porno her, as she rested her drink on a nearby table on the balcony.

Naomi took her pack of cigarettes from her pocket, sliding one out she popped it into her mouth and lit it with her lighter, before picking up her Cider can. She smoked and drank in unison, as she stared out at the city scape of London, still alive and beating at 2:25am in the morning.

As she puffed her cigarette, she was unaware of Tommy who had stepped out onto the balcony behind her with his own can of beer in his hand.

“Hey, yer’ alright?” He asked her gently, and Naomi found herself wishing he hadn’t followed her onto the balcony.

Nodding Naomi spoke. “I’m fine, you should be inside with the others.”

Tommy smiled. “Claire, Tisha an’ Cia are talking aboot’ something I cannae’ get into. Besides I needed a smoke maself’ hen.” He told her, and she watched him take out his own packet of cigarettes, a lighter and blaze it with a flame before looking out at the city for a few silent moments.

She leaned against the balcony with Tommy, staring out with him before speaking.

“Do you miss home, Glasgow I mean?” She asked him as they both smoked, and drank.

Tommy nodded but spoke. “Sometimes, ma’ family is still there an’ my maw’ and da’, as well as my sisters Erin and Vicky. And ma’ brother Paul. Am’ taking Claire up tae’ see them all, introduce her tae’ my family.

Naomi grimaced, but swallowed her feelings and pride and forced a smile.

“Claire’s a lucky girl.” Naomi said with a forced smile.

Turning back out to the city she took a big mouthful of her cider, as Tommy drank his beer.

“How aboot’ yer hen, yer’ still single since Marcus?” He asked her tapping his cigarette out into the air, before taking a puff on it.

Nodding sullenly she turned to find him watching her, and spoke. “Yeah, no one seems interested in taking me on.” She told him, with a wry grin.

He smiled back from behind his thick beard, and spoke. “I don’t know why nae’ man would want yer’ Naomi, yer’ a lovely girl and should be cherished, loved an’ worshipped.”

His last words took Naomi by surprise, that he thought of her so lovingly, and cared for her.

“You mean that?” Naomi asked him holding her cigarette which was almost finished, as was Tommy’s own.

“That night, at the club I wanted to kill that cunt for yer’ Naomi. I really did an’ you deserve a real man, a good fucking man who’s deserving of yer’ hen.” He told her, Naomi turning to face him now as they put away their cigarette ends.

Tommy smiled, and nodded. “Aye I dae’ mean that, Naomi. You’ll know when a man is worthy of yer’ an he’ll be the happiest man on this planet. He’ll have yer’ and what more could he ask for.”

There was a silence as the pair of them stared at one another, both afraid to speak first when suddenly Claire appeared at the balcony door.

“Hey, I’ve got classes in the morning. We should go babe.” Claire told Tommy, as she barely even acknowledged Naomi.

Tommy agreed but seemed hesitant to Naomi to want to leave, but as he turned to follow Claire he turned to Naomi. “Goodnight hen, yer’ get home safe wae’ Cia.” He told her with a soft peck to her cheek, and left following Claire behind.

Naomi watched him leave her on the balcony, and feeling his warm kiss on her cheek. She stayed out on the balcony smoking another cigarette before returning to Tisha and Cia. Naomi took Cia with her on the night bus, and made sure she got home before going home herself.

Several Days Later

More than a week later they had all met up at a local Wetherspoons bar for a meal and drinks. Cia and Tisha brought their boyfriends Dominic, and Rob. Tommy knew them well and enjoyed a pint with them, and a game of pool when they were all out at a local pub with a table.

They met outside of the Wetherspoons which was inside a local shopping mall, and slowly everyone arrived. Cia with her boyfriend Dominic, and Tisha with Rob before Naomi arrived on her own.

Naomi was stunning tonight; even Dominic and Rob had the same thought. She wore a tight black latex mini-skirt that halted at her inner-thighs, wearing matching black pantyhose, ankle boots with a dark purple cardigan. Her dreadlocks were now braided, and in two pigtails. Her curves were accentuated by her outfit, and with her piercing dark, hazel eyes she had men passing by staring and ogling her.

Cia and Tisha giggled seeing how Naomi had dressed, and knowing she was definitely dressed to impress; but while they thought it was to meet a guy tonight, they didn’t know she had dressed for Tommy. They chatted waiting for Tommy and Claire, who were almost twenty minutes late already.

As they came up the escalators Naomi saw Tommy and Claire, and immediately her eyes were drawn to Tommy. He was as handsome as she remembered wearing his hooded jumper once again, a blue shirt underneath, loose jeans and boots. His dark, copper beard shone yaşlı porno and she saw him smile at her. But it was the bruise that caught her attention; not on Claire, but below Tommy’s right eye on his cheek.

Claire was dressed to impress but Naomi knew it wasn’t for Tommy; she had a pair of tight jeans on, high heels, a tight blue top and denim coat. Her green eyes drew men’s attentions as they approached the bar entrance, her dark red hair worn loose. As they approached, Tommy seemed to keep a step behind Claire.

Even Dominic and Rob took a second glance at Tommy’s bruise, but they assumed he injured himself. But Naomi felt that it wasn’t a simple injury behind the bruise; Tommy was a fighter, but he never would hurt a woman. But Naomi knew from experience and life that Claire could be violent especially when angry and drunk, and the thought of her hitting him didn’t surprise her. On his head he wore a black beanie wool hat, and on his hands thick leather gloves against the October cold.

Cia and Tisha greeted Claire and they all hugged, even Naomi gave her an embrace to at least be civil. Tommy shook hands with both Dominic and Rob, before he turned to Naomi finally.

“Hey hen.” He told her affectionately, kissing her cheek but wincing from his bruised cheek.

“Hey Tommy, how are you?” She asked him.

Smiling back, it was clearly feigned and he spoke. “Aye am’ no’ too bad, hen.”

Claire didn’t seem happy as he greeted Cia and Tisha with a hug each, they then turned and all went inside the bar. Inside they soon found two tables they put together to seat the seven of them.

Tommy, with Dominic and Rob went to the bar with the orders for drinks. Naomi asked for a Vodka and Coke, and Tommy soon returned with Claire’s glass of wine, Naomi’s Vodka and Coke and his own pint of beer. Sitting at the table, Claire was sat next to Tommy and Naomi across from them. Everyone began to drink as it seemed to Naomi that Tommy was unhappy, trying to drown his sorrows as he buried his face in his beer.

Within a minute half of his pint of beer was gone, and he didn’t seem to even want to speak to Claire who was trying to talk to him about something that Cia had asked. To Naomi he seemed depressed, and he hadn’t removed his wool hat since entering the bar nor his leather gloves.

His thick copper beard shone as he buried his face in his beer, coming up his mouth was soaked in beer froth. Claire was busy talking to Cia and Tisha, and Naomi took a tissue from a pack in her handbag handing him it. “You’ve got a beer beard.” She said with a warm smile.

Tommy smiled back, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Cheers hen.” He told her warmly.

Tommy wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and he looked up at Naomi.

Suddenly Claire got annoyed that Jamie was ignoring her, and Naomi watched him down his beer finishing it. “Am’ going up for another pint.” He told Claire simply standing from the table, and going back up to the bar with his empty glass.

Naomi followed him sipping from her own drink as she heard Claire getting upset behind them, and she walked up to Tommy at the bar. Standing to his side, she spoke. “Did she give you that?” Naomi asked, nodding at the bruise below his eye.

Tommy turned away as if ashamed. “Am’ no a weak man, Naomi. I don’t hurt women.” He told her, and she noticed his change in movement.

“No, you’re not weak Tommy. But that doesn’t mean you let her hit you like that, and hurt you. For fuck sake you’ve nearly killed a man who was going to rape me, and yet you let her do that to you?” Naomi asked, herself unable to believe Tommy would let Claire hit him.

“She didnae’ dae’ it intentionally, it wasnae’ on purpose.” He told her ordering another pint of Lager for himself.

Naomi finally turned to face him fully, and saw him as a depressed, unhappy man in an unhappy, unfair relationship. “How the fuck did you come up with that logic, huh?” She asked him pointedly.

Tommy sighed, clamping his gloved hand around the cold, glass pint of beer. “Because I tried to restrain her, tae’ stop her hitting me – in a bear hug. She panicked, ma’ fault and she elbowed me.” He told her, but even his voice was torn and she knew he was lying.

“Tommy.” Naomi said simply, moving closer to him at the bar.

“This isn’t love, it’s not. You deserve so much better, Tommy. It’s not fair on you.” She told him.

“Fair, Naomi. Nothing is fair, an’ it’s always unfair. I cannae’ do any better than Claire, she’s the best am’ gonnae’ get hen.” Tommy chuckled sadly, and took a big mouthful of his beer. “Look at me, Naomi. Am’ an ugly fucker, she could dae’ better. Am’ lucky she’s even with me noow’ Naomi.” He told her, his voice torn and hurting.

Naomi didn’t know what to say, she wanted to tell him that she wanted him. To tell him that Claire was cheating on him, and had done so for many months.

The young barmaid behind the bar who had served Tommy, watched with Naomi as he finished the pint and ordered a third beer in less than twenty minutes since arriving.

The young lady served him the beer, and he smiled at her making her smile back at him and go and serve another patron. “See, you think no other woman wouldn’t want you? That you’re stuck with Claire?” She asked him, as he sipped his new beer.