Emily Jane Roscoe - Hollyoaks.

Grace Black.

I arrived home, late. I'd been kept back an hour while I had to photocopy some work I had missed. To me, that was completely pointless because some studied Biology,  Chemistry, Physiology and English at my old college but apparently that wasn't good enough.
"I'm home," I shouted through the door, as I walked into the living room, dumping my bag on the settee.
"Meet Sandy's daughter, Emily Jane," Someone behind me grumbled and I could tell by the unhappy, growling voice that it was Fraser Black - and he was probably addressing his daughter. I turned around to face them, she was not what I expected.

Unlike Fraser, his daughter was fairly short. Her hair was blonde, where as Fraser's was black. Her eyes were a lovely shade of light blue and her skin was tanned. I could tell by looking at her that her tan wasn't completely natural. She was wearing a white shirt, with a pair of black skinny work pants and tall, black heels. Her hair was quite short and straight, which made it lie flat across her head.

"It's just Emily, actually," I pointed out, folding my arms and showing the same kind of attitude as Fraser and Fraser's daughter - which wasn't a nice attitude, I'll tell you that. Both of them stood smirking and looking at me.
"And you are?" I asked, "Or have you not got a name," I joked, but neither of them took it as a joke.
"My name's Grace Black," She sniggered, slowing walking around the settee to where I was standing. I went to open my mouth, to say something sarcastic when Mum burst through the door.
"Oh, Emily. I thought I told you this morning," She rambled, setting out the dinner places.
"Told me what?" I asked, bending down forward to pick up my bag before Grace stood any closer to it.
"Told you not to be late, Fraser and Grace have work at 6 O'clock," Mum mentioned.
"That's a whole two hours away, how long does it take to eat," I smirked, gently nudging Grace on my way past her. "Where's everyone else?" I asked.
"Ziggy's in the bathroom, Joe, Freddie and Jason are in the garden and Robbie's in the kitchen," Mum pointed out, she was more than likely running through her head to see who she missed out on. I nodded my head in agreement and walked back into the kitchen, leaving everyone else awkwardly standing around. Robbie was looking out the back window when I approached him. He was watching Joe, Jason and Freddie having a little kick about in the back garden.
"Alright sis," Robbie asked as I grabbed his pre made drink and took a gulp.
"I am if you are," I laughed and he nudged me slightly. "Did you get it sorted?" I asked, almost forgetting how private that matter was because I said it in a normal voice.
"Get what sorted?" Mum's, innocent and unsuspecting voice, cheerfully called from behind us. Both Robbie and I jumped out of our skins, quickly turned around to face her. "Well?" She asked, her cheerfulness was starting to face.

My heart was beating at what felt like 250 bpm, and I knew Robbie's would be beating even faster. "One of you two better tell me what's going on right now, or you are both for the sack," Mum demanded, raising her voice slightly. Unfortunately, at that moment the rest of my brothers, accept for Ziggy, came through the back door. "I'm not going to ask again," Mum bellowed, she had warned us about causing a scene in front of her new family when it was in fact, herself that was making a fuss.
"Robert, Emily Jane one of you better tell us what's going on," Joe instructed, standing close behind Mum, pushing his tough chest out and crossing his arms so we knew he was serious.
"It's nothing, just some late coursework that Emily offered to help with," Robbie shrugged, putting his left arm around my shoulder.
"You're so on edge, both of you. Literally nothing has happened," I lied, but they were more likely to believe Robbie if I backed him up.
"How can you blame them, with the stuff you've done in the past," Freddie butt in, referring to Robbie.
"We've all got a past, Freddie, even you and it's not a pretty one. Everyone's made mistakes, even little angels like me and Jase. I thought we were here to forget about the past, not keep bringing it up every time someone does a tiny slip up," I sighed, pretending like I actually knew what I was talking about but in reality I was talking rubbish.
"Problem? Dinner will be getting cold?" Fraser asked, as he appeared from literally no where at the door way.
"No problem here, is there boys?" Mum asked her kids, leaving me out. I didn't mind though, I knew she meant to include me as well it was just easier to say 'boys' rather than 'boys and Emily' and she couldn't exactly say 'kids', could she? Not with the age range of her children be 28-16.
"Good, lets go and eat then," Joe laughed, clapping his hands together extremely loud so it echoed through the kitchen.

Eating dinner was very, very awkward. It was easy to tell Fraser didn't like us much and I think it was really obvious none of us liked him back. Even Grace was acting awkward towards Fraser, and she was his own flesh and blood. Mum wasn't mentioning anything though, I think she just secretly hoped everyone would settle down sooner or later. Nobody was making much conversation, I assumed it was because we didn't know what to talk about.
"So, Grace, do you enjoy working for your Dad?" Ziggy nervously asked, she had a bitchy face on her which didn't exactly make her look approachable.
"I suppose," She replied, which wasn't exactly a great response, was it?
"What do you mean you suppose? It's an excellent job, don't be so ungrateful," Fraser hissed to Grace. She put her elbow up on the table and carried on eating her dinner. She was in her mid-twenties yet she was acting younger then me. I raised my eyebrows and did a sarcastic look around the table. Freddie I hailed his potato while laughing and it got stuck in his throat for a second.
"Freddie!" Mum shouted across the table, while shaking her head in embarrassment that her 26 year old son still didn't know how to eat a potato properly.
"I'm sorry, it went down the wrong way," Freddie gagged, still with remains of potato in his throat.

I did love Freddie.