Author : Skye. [tommykayketchup//Skuzzeh]
Disclaimer : I don't own Skins or anything I write about.
Notes:
Sometimes; to adhere to Fanfiction rules, I've had to edit my stories - to see unedited versions of any of my fics please check my livejournal page; skuzzeh.
The predominantly main character in this fic is Effy– every second chapter will be from Effy's point of view; other character chapters will appear at various times.
Chapter Three; Effy
'So Elizabeth…why?'
It was a simple enough question.
Why had she decided to drink too much that night?
Why did she decide on going out that night?
Why did she decide to smash the girls head repeatedly against the bar?
Effy couldn't think long enough to create a reasonable response.
Her words come out stuttered and unplanned.
'Honour…'
'Excuse me?'
'…did it for a friend.'
'Someone asked you to commit a murder?'
'No…I just…I didn't mean to hurt her…'
'Who is this friend?'
Effy remained silent.
Her eyes focused on a patch of the metallic table that had been dented; perhaps due to a large number of fists being slammed on it in frustration.
'If I were you, I'd start talking. You're not looking good, kid.'
She begins playing with her hair; twisting it between her fingers.
'What's going to happen to me?'
'Depends if you ever tell us the truth…'
'If I did…would I go to prison?'
'You brutally murdered someone. Of course you'll be going to prison. Unless you give us a good enough reason why. If you tell us the truth, you'll have a shorter sentence...'
Effy sighed and began pulling at her hair.
She was torn between right and wrong.
Between her own selfishness and guilt.
'We're going to find out eventually. We've got interviews with all of your friends being held right now. We're already getting interesting stories from some of them.'
Effy sighs louder and throws her head back, looking at the wall behind her.
She sees a window and a figure of one of her friends.
Her friend was in tears. Inconsolable.
The man opposite Effy notices her gaze.
'She's a very upset young woman. I'm sure she'd tell us the truth. She's obviously not okay with what happened.'
'She's traumatised.' Effy admitted.
'You'd do anything for your friends, I hear.'
'Yes, I would.'
'But not ex-friends, though…' He continued vying for a lead.
'Where are you going with this?'
'Well. I hear the girl you murdered was your friend…or so say our investigators at your college…'
'She was a friend…she…'
'Look, Elizabeth…' the man says with a cough.
'I'm tired. It's getting late, and you're starting to annoy me now.' He said throwing his left arm down onto the table.
His hand hitting the exact same patch as the dent Effy was watching earlier.
Now it makes sense.
Effy meets his eyes as the man goes silent.
She jumps at his next few words; his coldness in specific.
'So, Elizabeth, how about you tell us why you murdered Emily Fitch…?'
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