Fuentes Girl
I drank the poison
We were finally in Birmingham. I've been waiting all tour to be here. It's only been a week and a half and we've travelled all around the country. We'd saved my city till last. I spent the day showing everyone around and catching up on my favourite shops that they don't have in SD. I've also decided if I'm here, I'm going out tonight. Paris is up for it. I just need to convince Dad. Hopefully Mike will back me up on it.
Now I was lying in my bunk with Paris while Bring Me The Horizon was playing in the background.
"So what are we doing?" Paris asked.
"We are ringing my old friends and telling them I'm out tonight," I explained easily.
"Are you though? I mean did your Dad say yes,"
"I haven't technically asked him. But how hard can it be to climb out the bathroom window," I shrugged. I held my phone in front of me and called. I put it to my ear and waited.
"Long time, babe," Connor's voice came.
"Missed me?" I teased.
"Like I'd miss cancer. What's been going on with you?"
"Nothing much. Guess where I am now," I urged.
"On the beach sucking some guy off?"
"On a tour bus in Birmingham,"
"You're lying,"
"So you, me, my best from SD and all the group,"
"Meet me outside the church,"
"Sure,"
"You looking to get trashed?" he asked seriously.
"I'm looking to wake up in an open grave again," I laughed.
"See you at nine," Connor said and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Bye," I smiled and hung up.
"Who is that guy?" Paris asked.
"I lost my virginity to him," I whispered.
"Really?" she asked excitedly.
"When I was nearly fifteen,"
"Wow," she breathed. I peeked through the curtain and saw Mike passing.
"Psttt," I breathed. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Come here,"
"Where?"
"Here," I repeated and pulled him into the bunk. He sat next to me and Paris and waited. "Did you hear anything that I said?"
"About what?" Mike asked.
"Me and . . ."
"Look, if you have some little boyfriend I'll be forced to tell Vic, so I'd rather not know,"
"I don't have a boyfriend," I glared.
"So what's this about?" he asked. Then I saw Jaime pass. "Hime-Time get in the bunk," Mike said. Jaime pulled back the curtain and frowned.
"Why are you all in there?"
"Why are you not?" Paris asked. Jaime shrugged and climbed up to sit by Paris.
"So what's going on?" Jaime asked.
"I wish I knew, man," Mike sighed. Then I saw Tony.
"Why is everyone in your bunk?" Tony asked.
"I only asked Mike," I shrugged.
"But please come in, everyone else has," Paris added.
"Okay," Tony frowned. He pulled himself up and sat in the corner. "It's a little cramped," he noted.
"It's not built for three Mexicans," Mike said.
"I'm a quarter," I said but saw their faces. "That doesn't matter though," I shrugged.
"Can you just get on with it, kid," Mike urged.
"I'm going out tonight with some old friends. But I think that maybe Dad wouldn't want me to. So can you convince him, Mike?" I asked.
"What do I get out of it?" he asked flatly.
"My undying love and affection," I tried.
"Try again, kid,"
"Whatever is left over after tonight,"
"Deal," Mike nodded. "Come on, boys. We need to talk to Vic," he said.
"Thank you," I smiled. They got down from my bunk and made their way into the front lounge.
"We should start picking what to wear," Paris thought. I nodded and we started searching through our cases.
"Effy?!" Dad yelled I groaned and made my way to him in the front lounge.
"Yes?" I asked politely.
"Are you going out tonight?"
"If you'll let me," I said sweetly.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked.
"The Church," I said easily. He raised his eyebrows at me. "It's a club. It used to be a Church," I explained.
"Who's going?"
"Paris, me, some of my old friends. Not many people. It should be a quiet night,"
"I don't know. I don't know this city," he sighed.
"I'll have my phone at all times. And Paris doesn't even drink. And when she does she can go all night and pass for sober," who am I kidding, she's a lightweight.
"Neither do you," he widened his eyes.
"A little bit," I tried.
"Fine," he breathed. "Only because it's your home town,"
"Thank you," I grinned. I reached over to hug him tightly and he smiled.
"Go get ready," Dad told me. I hurried back over to Paris and smiled widely.
"He said yes," I beamed.
Later that night we were ready. I was dressed in a tight, low cut dark purple dress that came to half way down my thighs with a pair of black shiny heels. My hair teased and I had bright red lipstick on. Paris was wearing a black dress with part of the middle cut off. Now I was leading her down a busy road to get to The Church. I could see the bright lights and outside spotted a group of four people. I pulled Paris along and hurried over to them. "Connor!" I yelled. They turned to look and grinned at me. Connor pulled me in for a hug, his hands going over my thighs and arse.
"Fuck, you look hot," he said in my ear.
"Yeah," I breathed back. I pulled away and went around hugging everyone. "Okay this is Paris," I introduced her. "This is Connor, Sarah, Frank and Liam," I added.
"I can't believe how good it is to see you, Ef'," Sarah grinned.
"You too!" I exclaimed. "Now can we kindly go inside and get fucking smashed?" I asked. That earned laughs from everyone and we went inside. Loud music and flashing lights shocked me. It was a good shock, like a longing. I hurried over to the bar, flashing them my old I.D. I got a round of shots and someone cheered. I brought the first to my lips and grinned. I love this.
I was in the toilets now. I wasn't even sure what time it was. It was getting harder to walk in my heels. I don't know why I drank so much. Maybe I was trying to drown myself in vodka. I know Sarah's just laid out tablets by the sinks. I took one and examined it. It was plain. "What the fuck's this?" I asked. At least my words weren't slurred yet.
"Ecstasy. Get it cheap now," she explained.
"Give it me," I grinned. Everyone was in the bathroom, including the boys. We all took one and downed it with vodka or whiskey or whatever the fuck was in my glass.
"Come on!" Paris yelled. They all tumbled out of the bathroom except Connor. He looked at me for minute then sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"Missed you, Effy," he growled.
"Hmm. . ." I muttered and leant forwards to kiss him. He pressed his lips hard to mine and kissed me back. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and I played with his hair. His hand started to creep up my dress and I stopped him. I took his hand and pulled him over to a cubicle. I locked the door and pushed him down onto the closed toilet seat. "I haven't had slept with anyone since I moved to SD," I told him.
"Losing your touch?" he asked.
"No," I breathed. Then I started to sober up a little. I don't know if it was the tablet kicking in, but it made me think. Did I want to have sex with Connor? He was familiar and mine. But wasn't that the old me? If Dad found out I'd be screwed.
"What you doing?" Connor asked. I looked at him. He had already pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.
"I can't do it. I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Do what?"
"Sleep with you. Fuck you. Whatever you want to call it," I muttered.
"Bit late now," he growled.
"I'm sorry, Con'," I mumbled. I felt his hands on my shoulders squeezing. I didn't know what to do. I tried to push him off of me, but I could. I was pissed and high and really scared. This was the one thing that terrified me. His hands lifted up my dress and he pulled my pants down. "Stop," I told him. Connor silently shook his head. "Please Connor," I said through gritted teeth.
"Beg," he ordered gruffly.
"What?" I rushed.
"Get on your knees and beg," he said. My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was going to be sick. Why was he doing this to me? Connor was mine. I reluctantly got down on my knees in front of me. He grabbed my hair and I swallowed hard.
"Please Connor, don't make me do this," I muttered. I was crying now. This can't be happening.
"Sorry, Ef'," he said. And I got it, he really was sorry. But that didn't matter, I already knew what would happen before he said it, he might be sorry, but he's still a fucking psychopath. "Open your mouth," he spat. I pursed my lips as I cried but he tugged at my hair. As I opened my mouth I whimpered. Connor forced himself in my mouth. He started moving and I felt like gagging. Two thoughts were prominent in my mind. the first was it'll be over soon. And the second was fuck, I'm going to die here.
But a loud bang sounded on the door. It was opened and Connor was pulled away and out of the cubicle. A large, wide bouncer was glaring down at me. I stood up fixed my dress. I know what he thinks of me. I wiped my eyes and my mouth and he pulled me out of the toilets and through the bar. "Fucking let me go!" I screamed.
"No drugs in here," he spat. I was thrown outside and found Paris and the others. I looked at the bouncer and held my middle finger up to him.
"Fuck you!" I spat. "I hope you get fucked with a chainsaw!"
"Come on," someone urged me away. I started laughing. I could feel it now. The drink and the tablets and the fear I was feeling. I was so high right now. I could barely walk. I couldn't walk. I fell straight down and landed on my side. I started crawling through giggles.
"Think I should take her back?" Paris asked.
"F-f-fuck o-f-f-f-f," I giggled. Oh no, I'm slurring. "I'm tired!" I whined.
"I'll help you," Liam offered. He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I heard the others in the background.
"I fucking love you, Ef'!" they were screaming. Liam was walking now and I could see Paris next to him, even if she was moving in circles.
"C-c-can you seeeee my knick-ers?" I asked.
"Not looking, Effy," he smiled.
"You wan' the s-sex?"
"Nope,"
"Connor did. He tried it. N-n-nearly r-raped. Bastard." I got out. Liam was looking at Paris. I don't know why. I saw our tour bus. "Yay!" I squealed. I started punching and kicking the side of the bus. I looked up and saw the door open.
"Fucking hell. What have you done?" Mike asked.
"V-vodka!" I exclaimed proudly.
"She's a bit pissed," Paris said.
"I noticed," he said amused.
"Are you her Dad?" Liam asked.
"No. Vic!" Mike yelled.
"Shit." I mumbled. That's when I started humming the theme tune from Jaws.
"Effy," Dad sighed.
"Does someone want to take her?" Liam asked.
"Pass her here," Dad ordered.
"By the way, nice to meet you. Your band is sick," Liam grinned goofily before he left us. Dad carried me inside and set me down on the sofa next to Tony.
"You're so p-pretty," I told Tony.
"Right," he nodded.
"Bed. Now." Dad snapped.
"I don't think she can walk," Jaime frowned.
"I'm fine!" I yelled. I stood up and nearly fell back down. Mike caught me and picked me up.
"I'll see you in the morning," Paris said. I watched her walk away and moaned. Why couldn't I walk?
"I'll sort her," Mike said. "Vic, just sit down and try not to burst a blood vessel,"
"You have p-pretty eyes. L-like the ones in the m-m-mirror. Different colour," I rushed. I got my phone out and showed him the eyes in the reflection of the screen. I was placed down on my bed. Mike pulled the covers over me and sighed.
"I can't wait to see you hungover on the plane tomorrow," he laughed.
"Fuck off," I muttered and held my middle finger in his face.
Now I was lying in my bunk with Paris while Bring Me The Horizon was playing in the background.
"So what are we doing?" Paris asked.
"We are ringing my old friends and telling them I'm out tonight," I explained easily.
"Are you though? I mean did your Dad say yes,"
"I haven't technically asked him. But how hard can it be to climb out the bathroom window," I shrugged. I held my phone in front of me and called. I put it to my ear and waited.
"Long time, babe," Connor's voice came.
"Missed me?" I teased.
"Like I'd miss cancer. What's been going on with you?"
"Nothing much. Guess where I am now," I urged.
"On the beach sucking some guy off?"
"On a tour bus in Birmingham,"
"You're lying,"
"So you, me, my best from SD and all the group,"
"Meet me outside the church,"
"Sure,"
"You looking to get trashed?" he asked seriously.
"I'm looking to wake up in an open grave again," I laughed.
"See you at nine," Connor said and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Bye," I smiled and hung up.
"Who is that guy?" Paris asked.
"I lost my virginity to him," I whispered.
"Really?" she asked excitedly.
"When I was nearly fifteen,"
"Wow," she breathed. I peeked through the curtain and saw Mike passing.
"Psttt," I breathed. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Come here,"
"Where?"
"Here," I repeated and pulled him into the bunk. He sat next to me and Paris and waited. "Did you hear anything that I said?"
"About what?" Mike asked.
"Me and . . ."
"Look, if you have some little boyfriend I'll be forced to tell Vic, so I'd rather not know,"
"I don't have a boyfriend," I glared.
"So what's this about?" he asked. Then I saw Jaime pass. "Hime-Time get in the bunk," Mike said. Jaime pulled back the curtain and frowned.
"Why are you all in there?"
"Why are you not?" Paris asked. Jaime shrugged and climbed up to sit by Paris.
"So what's going on?" Jaime asked.
"I wish I knew, man," Mike sighed. Then I saw Tony.
"Why is everyone in your bunk?" Tony asked.
"I only asked Mike," I shrugged.
"But please come in, everyone else has," Paris added.
"Okay," Tony frowned. He pulled himself up and sat in the corner. "It's a little cramped," he noted.
"It's not built for three Mexicans," Mike said.
"I'm a quarter," I said but saw their faces. "That doesn't matter though," I shrugged.
"Can you just get on with it, kid," Mike urged.
"I'm going out tonight with some old friends. But I think that maybe Dad wouldn't want me to. So can you convince him, Mike?" I asked.
"What do I get out of it?" he asked flatly.
"My undying love and affection," I tried.
"Try again, kid,"
"Whatever is left over after tonight,"
"Deal," Mike nodded. "Come on, boys. We need to talk to Vic," he said.
"Thank you," I smiled. They got down from my bunk and made their way into the front lounge.
"We should start picking what to wear," Paris thought. I nodded and we started searching through our cases.
"Effy?!" Dad yelled I groaned and made my way to him in the front lounge.
"Yes?" I asked politely.
"Are you going out tonight?"
"If you'll let me," I said sweetly.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked.
"The Church," I said easily. He raised his eyebrows at me. "It's a club. It used to be a Church," I explained.
"Who's going?"
"Paris, me, some of my old friends. Not many people. It should be a quiet night,"
"I don't know. I don't know this city," he sighed.
"I'll have my phone at all times. And Paris doesn't even drink. And when she does she can go all night and pass for sober," who am I kidding, she's a lightweight.
"Neither do you," he widened his eyes.
"A little bit," I tried.
"Fine," he breathed. "Only because it's your home town,"
"Thank you," I grinned. I reached over to hug him tightly and he smiled.
"Go get ready," Dad told me. I hurried back over to Paris and smiled widely.
"He said yes," I beamed.
Later that night we were ready. I was dressed in a tight, low cut dark purple dress that came to half way down my thighs with a pair of black shiny heels. My hair teased and I had bright red lipstick on. Paris was wearing a black dress with part of the middle cut off. Now I was leading her down a busy road to get to The Church. I could see the bright lights and outside spotted a group of four people. I pulled Paris along and hurried over to them. "Connor!" I yelled. They turned to look and grinned at me. Connor pulled me in for a hug, his hands going over my thighs and arse.
"Fuck, you look hot," he said in my ear.
"Yeah," I breathed back. I pulled away and went around hugging everyone. "Okay this is Paris," I introduced her. "This is Connor, Sarah, Frank and Liam," I added.
"I can't believe how good it is to see you, Ef'," Sarah grinned.
"You too!" I exclaimed. "Now can we kindly go inside and get fucking smashed?" I asked. That earned laughs from everyone and we went inside. Loud music and flashing lights shocked me. It was a good shock, like a longing. I hurried over to the bar, flashing them my old I.D. I got a round of shots and someone cheered. I brought the first to my lips and grinned. I love this.
I was in the toilets now. I wasn't even sure what time it was. It was getting harder to walk in my heels. I don't know why I drank so much. Maybe I was trying to drown myself in vodka. I know Sarah's just laid out tablets by the sinks. I took one and examined it. It was plain. "What the fuck's this?" I asked. At least my words weren't slurred yet.
"Ecstasy. Get it cheap now," she explained.
"Give it me," I grinned. Everyone was in the bathroom, including the boys. We all took one and downed it with vodka or whiskey or whatever the fuck was in my glass.
"Come on!" Paris yelled. They all tumbled out of the bathroom except Connor. He looked at me for minute then sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"Missed you, Effy," he growled.
"Hmm. . ." I muttered and leant forwards to kiss him. He pressed his lips hard to mine and kissed me back. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and I played with his hair. His hand started to creep up my dress and I stopped him. I took his hand and pulled him over to a cubicle. I locked the door and pushed him down onto the closed toilet seat. "I haven't had slept with anyone since I moved to SD," I told him.
"Losing your touch?" he asked.
"No," I breathed. Then I started to sober up a little. I don't know if it was the tablet kicking in, but it made me think. Did I want to have sex with Connor? He was familiar and mine. But wasn't that the old me? If Dad found out I'd be screwed.
"What you doing?" Connor asked. I looked at him. He had already pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.
"I can't do it. I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Do what?"
"Sleep with you. Fuck you. Whatever you want to call it," I muttered.
"Bit late now," he growled.
"I'm sorry, Con'," I mumbled. I felt his hands on my shoulders squeezing. I didn't know what to do. I tried to push him off of me, but I could. I was pissed and high and really scared. This was the one thing that terrified me. His hands lifted up my dress and he pulled my pants down. "Stop," I told him. Connor silently shook his head. "Please Connor," I said through gritted teeth.
"Beg," he ordered gruffly.
"What?" I rushed.
"Get on your knees and beg," he said. My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was going to be sick. Why was he doing this to me? Connor was mine. I reluctantly got down on my knees in front of me. He grabbed my hair and I swallowed hard.
"Please Connor, don't make me do this," I muttered. I was crying now. This can't be happening.
"Sorry, Ef'," he said. And I got it, he really was sorry. But that didn't matter, I already knew what would happen before he said it, he might be sorry, but he's still a fucking psychopath. "Open your mouth," he spat. I pursed my lips as I cried but he tugged at my hair. As I opened my mouth I whimpered. Connor forced himself in my mouth. He started moving and I felt like gagging. Two thoughts were prominent in my mind. the first was it'll be over soon. And the second was fuck, I'm going to die here.
But a loud bang sounded on the door. It was opened and Connor was pulled away and out of the cubicle. A large, wide bouncer was glaring down at me. I stood up fixed my dress. I know what he thinks of me. I wiped my eyes and my mouth and he pulled me out of the toilets and through the bar. "Fucking let me go!" I screamed.
"No drugs in here," he spat. I was thrown outside and found Paris and the others. I looked at the bouncer and held my middle finger up to him.
"Fuck you!" I spat. "I hope you get fucked with a chainsaw!"
"Come on," someone urged me away. I started laughing. I could feel it now. The drink and the tablets and the fear I was feeling. I was so high right now. I could barely walk. I couldn't walk. I fell straight down and landed on my side. I started crawling through giggles.
"Think I should take her back?" Paris asked.
"F-f-fuck o-f-f-f-f," I giggled. Oh no, I'm slurring. "I'm tired!" I whined.
"I'll help you," Liam offered. He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I heard the others in the background.
"I fucking love you, Ef'!" they were screaming. Liam was walking now and I could see Paris next to him, even if she was moving in circles.
"C-c-can you seeeee my knick-ers?" I asked.
"Not looking, Effy," he smiled.
"You wan' the s-sex?"
"Nope,"
"Connor did. He tried it. N-n-nearly r-raped. Bastard." I got out. Liam was looking at Paris. I don't know why. I saw our tour bus. "Yay!" I squealed. I started punching and kicking the side of the bus. I looked up and saw the door open.
"Fucking hell. What have you done?" Mike asked.
"V-vodka!" I exclaimed proudly.
"She's a bit pissed," Paris said.
"I noticed," he said amused.
"Are you her Dad?" Liam asked.
"No. Vic!" Mike yelled.
"Shit." I mumbled. That's when I started humming the theme tune from Jaws.
"Effy," Dad sighed.
"Does someone want to take her?" Liam asked.
"Pass her here," Dad ordered.
"By the way, nice to meet you. Your band is sick," Liam grinned goofily before he left us. Dad carried me inside and set me down on the sofa next to Tony.
"You're so p-pretty," I told Tony.
"Right," he nodded.
"Bed. Now." Dad snapped.
"I don't think she can walk," Jaime frowned.
"I'm fine!" I yelled. I stood up and nearly fell back down. Mike caught me and picked me up.
"I'll see you in the morning," Paris said. I watched her walk away and moaned. Why couldn't I walk?
"I'll sort her," Mike said. "Vic, just sit down and try not to burst a blood vessel,"
"You have p-pretty eyes. L-like the ones in the m-m-mirror. Different colour," I rushed. I got my phone out and showed him the eyes in the reflection of the screen. I was placed down on my bed. Mike pulled the covers over me and sighed.
"I can't wait to see you hungover on the plane tomorrow," he laughed.
"Fuck off," I muttered and held my middle finger in his face.
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