Hi guys, sorry took that long to update. didn't know if i should continue this. a couple of you were yelling for effy and naomi, here's a chapter filled with them. :)
next chapter:
A: They get to the clinic and katie's happy to break out
B: they get to the clinic and katie wont break out
C: they don't get to the clinic, leave katie where she is and go having a good time on their own
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I'm tired.
I feel drained.
My head hurts.
My back hurts.
My waist fell asleep and I've got pins and needles, tingling like hell.
Looking down I see the reason for the uncomfortable feeling, Effy.
She's sprawled across my midsection, makes us look like a cross. Touching blindly for my phone I curse, yell, and jump when my hand landed on something warm, hard and awfully similar to a cock.
Effy stirred so I push her off me.
Staring at her with thousand questions in my eyes, I'm demanding to know why there is a naked bloke on the floor right beside our heads. Naked. Did I mention he's fucking naked? As on the day he was fucking born?
She waves my worry away and lights two fags before handing me one, shrugging like it was perfectly normal to wake up to that. On the other hand, who knows what's normal for Effy? "That's Rick. It's his place, remember?"
Problem is, I don't. I don't remember Rick, or his place or why we're on the floor surrounded by cider and tequila bottles, burned ash, shoes and an half empty pizza cupboard.
When my eyes wander back to Effy I see her split lip and reach out to touch it, don't know why. Isn't it weird that people always try to touch someone else's wounds? My hands are shaking awfully, don't even wanna know what we've been taking last night for them to look like I'm an 50 year long drinking fossil.
"What's with your lip?" My voice is hoarse and I have to cough a couple times for it to sound a bit more like my own.
And then she smirks, like someone does when they know something you cant remember. "You bit, punched, and threw me at the edge of the table."
"Right" I nod. "and why have I done all that?"
She chuckles and nudges her head toward my elbow and then my neck. Automatically my eyes try to see what's on my neck but that's impossible, so I press my hand all over the skin and hiss in pain when I touch a sensitive spot. When I do that, my eyes land on the inside of my elbow and I see two red bloody dots.
Taking a deep breath I close my eyes and try not to think about my mates I saw dying because of a couple bloody dots, shooting bad h up their veins killed them on the spot.
"I was getting fags, when I came back you've already did it once. We got into a fight and when I went to the loo you tried to fix again so I took it away from you. Think you forgot about it afterwards though."
I'm nodding, absently rubbing my thumb over the sensitive skin. "So I hurt you when you got back getting fags then."
Effy shakes her head and reaches for her shirt which is placed on the heater. I don't even want to know how it got there. This makes me see that she's only wearing her knickers. Good god. Holding my breath I look down my body, almost fainting when I see that I too, am only in my knickers.
Effy sees me freaking out and throws my jumper at me before I can scream the place down. "Dont worry. He didn't touch you."
"Great!" I snap, pulling the dark piece of clothing over my head. "Did we...uh.. have you touched me Eff?"
She's smirking again, demonstratively grabbing the turned-over table she pulled it back to its usual position. I've pushed her so hard this thing fell and turned upside down, aren't I a real charmer? "I'm sorry Effy."
Shrugging she goes off looking for her stuff. "Doesn't matter. Lets get out of here before he wakes up."
Doing what she asked me to, I search for everything we might forget. When I get to my feet Effy rushed over to me, holding my waist, I wasn't steady enough, have to get my bloodstream under control first.
"Why do we have to leave before he wakes up?"
She hurries and doesn't let me use the bathroom to freshen up, no, we speed down the filthy stairs barefoot, pushing our stuff into my bag on the way to the car. Effy lets out a huge breath when we're safely inside of the car, then she faces me with a wicked smirk. "Because love, you gave him all your money for the scag and what we drank. Had to get it back, yeah? Wouldn't want you to stop your romantic gesture because you're a holy junky."
My eyes widen and I let out a disbelieving chuckle, running a hand through my matted hair. "Fuck, I'm useless when I'm pissed." With still shaking hands I pull down the little mirror on the passenger side and my eyes almost bulge out when I see the zombie looking, shocked, back at me.
My mascara is smeared and I look like a depressive clown. How the fuck did some of it get to my lips anyway?
My eyes are bloodshot and I've got pinpoint pupils, almost make the black bags under my eyes look like their nothing.
The excuse for hair stick out in all directions. Fuck Effy for making me put a shitload of mousse in it when we were getting ready for her brother's party. How is that fair that she's looking as gorgeous as ever?
Because she's always got the heroin-chick look going, I guess.
But then my eyes fell on my neck and I don't hesitate punching Effy's bare shoulder with as much force as I can muster, considering I'm half dead. "Bitch! I've got a girlfriend, yeah? You cant go leaving lovebites all over me!"
She's smiling at me while rubbing her shoulder I just abused. "Yeah, you showed me as much." She pointed to her bruises and split lip. Then she shrugged. "Apparently it's okay for Katie if you fuck me, but when I try to touch you, you go mental."
I blink a couple times at her, willing her to laugh and tell me she's joking.
When she doesn't, I keep glaring, slowly raising my hand and sniffing my fingers. With a groan I kick the dashboard, then punch it, and try to stop the tears I feel arriving in masses.
A gentle hand rests on my shoulder but I flinch away and angry as hell, push the girl. "Dont fucking ever touch me again, stupid slut. Maybe you don't know what relationship means, but I fucking consider faithfulness as the number one rule which doesn't need any fucking clarification or to be discussed!"
There's pain flashing through her eyes for a millisecond, but as soon as it appeared it was gong again. Only to be replaced by indifference.
I never liked seeing her like this, and thought that we were beyond all that. But obviously only four words were enough to bring Effy's walls back up full force.
"Fine by me." She smirked. "I try to fight you off the next time then, when you attack me as soon as you have an excuse for it."
Rummaging around in her knickers, Effy pulls out a couple bank notes, throwing them at my lap with a nasty grin. "Thanks for the amazing shag."
I curse lowly and get back to the impossible task; Getting my face to look human again and trying not to be hurt by her practically calling me a whore. Of course it was my money she so kindly gave back to me, but that doesn't make me feel any better.
She starts the car and drives through Bristol's streets, wordlessly, and when we take the slip road I search for my phone. "Wait Eff, we're supposed to pick up Emily."
She chuckles darkly and shakes her still pretty hair. "That was yesterday. She's at some hostel in Liverpool, waiting for us."
Yesterday?
With the mood Effy's in, I opt to keep my mouth shut for the trip, only asking if she would like something when I walk to the petrol station an hour later.
Effy went to use the restroom and I followed after purchasing two packs of fags, four water bottles, four energy drinks, gum, and paid for petrol. When I finished using the toilette I go to wash my hands and face. I scrub away the make up or what's left of it and Effy hands me toothpaste so I can put a bit of it on my finger and try to brush my teeth as good as possible.
She brought a bag with our clothes so we can change into clean ones after giving ourselves a catlick. Being bold, we even washed our hair and towelled them afterwards, at the end we felt more human and less zombie-like.
People who walked in grinned or made some remarks mostly about missing the good old days, so we didn't have to explain ourselves or apologise or anything.
After finishing our quick make up and each drinking a bottle of water, we make our way back to the car and pull our sunglasses on as Eff starts to drive again. Lighting our fags, opening our red-bulls and the windows, I turn up the volume of my phone which I connected to the car radio and we grin.
Finally we feel free again, and forgetting about our fight we simply enjoy the sunny weather as we sing our way towards Liverpool.
