Two Is Company, Three Is A Crowd

The Inevitable, Huge, Monstrous Liability

"Emily out of all of the shoes in our closet really?", Ana sassed.

"What I like them?", Emily quickly  replied.

"But we have the Docs who cares about those ugly ass Oxfords!", Ana yelled through clenched teeth.

"Fine Ana! I'll change!"

"Guys can we calm down... a bit?", came a small incoherent voice among the bickering.
This is how it has been since the beginning, they guessed. But, if they were all really serious with themselves it all started the day that Emily-Ann had experienced what they liked to call 'what happened when we were little'.
So you see, Emily-Ann was around 7 at the time. She was a smart, shy little girl who had no problem acting odd or voicing her very obvious opinions. Her father had gotten together with a woman named, Heather. Heather was sort of a bitch looking back, but she wasn't really the concern. Her two kids were... Well she had two kids but Samantha was the little spawn of Satan and all things evil. Sammy was the real problem.
One fateful night after dinner was made we had all gathered around the table. The truth was that night Emily was sort of being a little shit, but she was 6! So, when she saw the meal on the table was meat with an undesirable amount of fat, sloppily put on the plate, what else was there to do, but complain.

"Daddy, Nani said that fat is bad for you and clogs your heart.", at the time she had no clue what it meant, nor that it was slightly offensive, but upon knowing probably would've only said it that much more at the dinner table.

"Emily! You can't just say things like that! Heather worked hard!", He replied. Hasty to defend the 'helpless' woman.

"Sorry."

After the meal was finished and plates were put up, it was time for dessert. This meant, 'ice cream put in a bowl, that Heather took to long to get out, so in the process it all melted'. YUMMM! And of course who had no problem telling her just this...

"It's like ice cream soup! It tastes nasty!", Emily spouts, not so intelligently, dipping her fingers and spoon in it.

"That's it Emily go to your room!", her father says.

"What?! What did I do?"

"Just go!"

So Emily-Ann slumped off to the room that she shared with her soon to be step-sister as Heather from Hell and her father had just gotten engaged. When she went into the room she went to the bottom bunk of their bed and sat there until she heard the door open. Sammy came in and closed the door behind her. Finally, someone she could talk to! She smiled at Emily-Ann, which made her beam back.

"You got in trouble.", she said to which Emily responded with a quick flash of her tongue.

"Come up here with me.", she motioned to the top bunk.

They just sat there for a while until Sammy got under the covers and told Emily-Ann to get under as well. Sammy started to pull Emily's head onto her chest in a comforting way. Then she pulled at Emily's chin and kissed her. Emily thought this was a joke and giggled, which Sammy thought of as an opportunity to advance and grabbed at Emily's leg until she was on top of her. Emily then knew it was wrong and pulled away.

"What Emily? I just want to show you what my mommy and your daddy do."

"Oh", It was a simple reply, that would cost Emily her innocence. She didn't know better though she was being manipulated, used, she was dirty.

Then Sammy pinned her down on the bed and slowly removed all of her clothes.

They never tell anyone farther than that and I'm sure it will stay like that forever. That night was the night that Emiliana first talked to Emily-Ann. It was just a short simple time they spent, but It helped Emily. After that night it soon became clear that in order for Emily-Ann as a whole to function in society, "Ana" would have to be a necessary crutch. 

"No! We cannot calm down we have a Chem midterm today and we woke up late! We cant afford to look untried today Ana.", Emily quickly retorted to the both of them. 

See today was like any other, which meant that Emily was in charge during school and Ana at lunch. Emma never really gets a turn unless too much raw emotion is contained. When it becomes uncontrollable, so does she. Not that Emma really minds, because it is all too much for her anyway. Today, though, was the day when they were forced to deal with a major issue. 

They went into the bathroom and found the time constraining; there wasn't enough of it to brush their teeth, do their hair, and make-up. So, they hurriedly went on to brush their teeth, finger comb their hair, and throw mascara in their backpack. This was not the day for anything to change. Not that normal was really a thing with them, I mean "Come on!" there are three of them, but they certainly had a routine. One that on this day had to be followed.

Regardless of their lateness though they were out the door in record time. Jeni quickly following on their heels. Jennifer Middleton, aka Jeni, Jenjen, was Emily-Ann's stepmother. Their relationship was rocky and currently on average terms. She drove her quickly to school and dropped her off in the front. 

"Well aren't you gunna give me a kiss she says", the putrid smell of smoke lingers on the breath, she smiles a tired smile and beams glazed, opaque eyes up at me. 

She kiss her on the cheek with a small unwilling smile and went off to find Laura. When Emily went to the bench they usually sat at Laura was no where to be seen, so she got her things out and waited. Finally, Emily sees those gorgeous brown orbs, so dark you could get lost for days, peering right at her. She smiled the normal flirty smile as hands fell around her neck and an ass was firmly seated on her lap. This was the life! Having a hot girl hang all over you all the time, but you see this was the problem.

The inevitable, huge, monstrous liability. They were gay and they really wanted to have sex with their best friend.