Our Secret (an Emmerdale fanfiction) xo

☆Lies☆

●Lachlan's Pov●

So after plunging the family in silence, my little sister has just stormed to her room. "She'll be over it by tommorow." Mum says, giving me my tea. "Mum, this is Charlotte we're talking about here." I sigh. She nods. "I'm going shopping. Back in a sec. Keep your eye on her and Noah will you?" Mum asks me. "Yeah." I reply and then she goes out of the door. I look over to my baby nephew, who is playing with some of my old lego bits. Suddenly Charlotte comes down. "Where's mum?" She asks. "Gone shopping in Hotten." I reply. Just as we're talking, our aunt Rebecca barges in. "I know your little secret." She announces spitefully. "What?" Charlotte says. "I know that you attacked Lawrence and that you bottled him." She smirks. "It was in my defence." Charlotte replies.

●Charlotte's Pov●

"The police wont look at it like that." Rebecca says, smugly. "You can't." I stammer. "Your 16. You can go down." She smirks again. "You have no proof." I argue. "No. I don't. But I do have proof that you were too young to have Noah." She says, pointing at my baby son. "What?" I ask. "If social services found out that you had a baby when you were 15, and kept it, Noah could go into care. And you would never, and I mean never, see her again." She grins. "You can't do that." Lachlan argues. "I can." She says. Suddenly mum comes back. "Hey, so david had-" She sees Rebecca. "Oh, Rebecca." Mum snarls. "Hey sis." Rebecca smiles. "Charlie! What's wrong? You look like you're going to cry." Mum worries. "Rebecca's threatening to take Noah away." My brother sighs.

●Chrissie's Pov●

"I'm sorry but you can't do that." I argue, hugging Charlie. "If word gets out about her teenage pregnancy, Noah could be out of your life for good." My sly sister smirks. Lachlan goes out of the room. "Let me just get my solicitor," Rebecca laughs, getting out her phone. I push it out of her hand. "In your dreams, little sis." I reply.

●Lachlan's Pov●

I'm rumaging through grandads drawers, in his study, looking for something of great importance. "Come on, come on." I mutter under my breath. Found it. I pulled out a paper booklet titled 'Custody Battle of Noah White'. I run back into the kitchen. And butt in. "Here's all the proof you need." I say dangling the paper in my hand. "Charlotte White, aged 15 years and 5 days on 23rd december 2015, has legal custody of her daughter, Noah White, aged 1 month exactly on december 23rd 2015." I read aloud. Rebecca's mouth hung open. She stormed out. "Thanks Lucky." She says, using my nickname. "See. It's all gonna be fine now. I promise." Mum says, hugging my sister.

Sorry ik there is a load of 'what's' but who cares? Not me😂