Emily Jane Roscoe - Hollyoaks.

You can trust me.

Robbie grabbed his box back off me and put it back under his bed. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room.
"Go and get dressed, now," Robbie hissed, quietly so Lindsey, who was still at the bottom of the stairs, couldn't hear.
"If you two are fighting I'll get Joe around here so fast," Lindsey started to shout up the stairs before she got a chance to finish I cut her off.
"We're not, we're just joking around," I shouted back to her down the stairs. "No," I scowled, leaning against my bedroom door and grabbing the outside of the door.
"You'll do what I tell you to do," Robbie spat, getting closer and closer to me.
"No I won't, because I'm not scared of you. You're my brother and I know for a fine fact that you wouldn't ever do anything that would hurt me," I confidently smiled, knowing that I was right. Robbie stepped back from me and put his hands on his head and started rubbing it. He was worried. I pursed my lips and tilted my head to the side, as I carried in walking down the corridor and back down the stairs. Robbie followed me, I walked through the corridor and into the kitchen. I unlocked the back door and lead Robbie out of the back garden gate and into a little alley way which ran all the way across the back of our street. It was a private place, nobody would be able to hear us from the part and it was Saturday, the school on the other side of the fence would be closed, so nobody was around there either.
"What the hell are you doing with that?" I shouted, slamming the gate closed behind us. Robbie was still pacing around, rubbing his head.
"It's not mine, alright!" Robbie shouted back, turning to face away from me.
"I know that, That's why I want to know why you have it," I scoffed, he was walking away, then walking close again, but turning away and walking off again. He did this for the whole time we were speaking.
"I just have, there's no reason," Robbie calmly told me, which was a lie and I knew it.
"That's a complete and utter lie, Robbie. There's always a reason when it comes to you," I sighed, we both knew what would happen if Mum found out there was a gun in her house.
"I was having some trouble with a lad and I needed to scare him, so I took it off Freddie and pretended to dump it in the river and now Freddie wants me to get it back. But he doesn't know it's under the bed," Robbie confessed. I was stood in front of him, literally shaking my head. I didn't know whether I was shaking it in shock, or in disgust. I just couldn't take this in.
"So you haven't used it?" I asked, now it was my turn to rub my head. Robbie shook his in return. I hesitated before saying anything else, it took me a minute to think about my next move because part of me wanted to tell Mum and Joe, but the other part of me wanted to just ignore the problem and hope nothing bad came about from it. "Give Freddie the gun back, and I'll forgot any of this happened," I suggested but Robbie seem reluctant to agree. "You're a liability. I bet you've been waving that gun around in people's faces like it's a sparkler. Freddie knows what he's doing," I told him, which was when he agreed.
"Fine, but I'm not doing it because I'm scared I'm doing it because I know what it would do to Mum if she found out," Robbie smiled.

He walked towards me and put his arm around my neck, I wrapped my arms around his waste as he pulled me into a brief hug.

We walked back in the house together. The first thing I noticed was my now cold cup of tea sitting on the surface, with the room temperature milk and a burnt slice of toast beside it. Mum came through the kitchen door at that point, wearing her dark blue and white nurses uniform.
"What the bloody hells been going on in here?" She laughed, looking at the mess Robbie and I had made. "And why are you still in your dressing gown Emily? It's nearly the afternoon?" Mum asked.
"I'm going to get ready now, I just forgot about breakfast," I smiled, going to give Mum a good morning kiss. However, it probably felt like afternoon to her because she would have been awake since god knows what time so she could get ready for work.
"Off you go then, Robbie you can give me a hand making some sandwiches for the boys at the garage," Mum instructed, Robbie turned to look at me for one last look of reassurance as I left the room. I did a faint, trust worthy, smile and nodded to him as he walked over and gave Mum a hand. I walked up the stairs and down to the bottom of the corridor, where I pushed my bedroom door open. Out of the corner in my left eye I noticed a tiny crack in Robbie's door where he had left it open. I wanted to go in and take a closer look.

I silently turned around and looked behind me, nobody was upstairs and I could hear Robbie, Jason and Mum busy in the kitchen. My hands were shaking as I lightly pushed the twin's bedroom door open. I still hadn't got use to the doors in this house yet and I didn't know which ones were creaky or which floor boards moved when you stood on them, so I just had to hope for the best. I opened the door enough so I could just fit through and I quickly knelt on the floor, picking up that same shoe box. My hands were shaking like a leaf, I'd never held a gun before and I didn't want it to go off in my hand - that's if it was even loaded. It was brown and black, the handle part was leather which is what made me know it was Freddie's - I'd seen him use it when he went shooting in the wild at our old house down south. I picked it up, not daring to put any of my fingers near the trigger. It was heavier than it looked, which made it feel expensive.

Why would Robbie even want to scare someone with something so powerful? What on earth could have been going on. However, I decided I wasn't interested in that - it would have been one of Robbie's sick games and I didn't want to know. I knew he said he hasn't used it, but I couldn't help but think if that was he truth or not.