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Fuentes Girl

Sewn me to this bed

Today Mum was going back. She thought I was going too. But I wasn't. Yesterday I made some phone calls to a few friends. Dad, Mum and Mike think I'm saying goodbye to my friends. But I'm meeting Matt and Paris outside my grandparents house. This is a last resort. I stopped in front of the house and saw Matt and Paris cross the street to me. I grinned at them and they smiled back.
"Hi Effy," Matt greeted me.
"Hey," I replied.
"Ef', I was thinking about this last night. I don't think it's a good idea. What if something goes wrong?" Paris said.
"It won't," I rolled my eyes.
"It could,"
"I have to. Otherwise I'm on a plane tonight flying back to the guy that shoved his dick in my mouth," I explained.
"What are we doing?" Matt asked quickly.
"Did you bring them?" I rushed.
"Yeah, if my uncle finds out I'm fucked,"
"Okay, let's go inside," I urged. I led them to the front door and knocked. I waited a minute until my grandma opened the door. She beamed at me and pulled me into a hug.
"Vic phoned me this morning. He said you're going back to England," she explained.
"I'm not going back," I shook my head.
"He said your mum still has custody,"
"I don't care. Can I stay here for a while with my friends? So we can hang out,"
"Of course you can. Come inside," she urged. I smiled and Paris and Matt followed me inside. "So, why aren't you going to England?"
"I don't want to. I have a plan so I can stay here,"
"Oh, can I help?"
"I just need to hang out in Dad's room and if you can bring us some drinks and food,"
"Of course, go on up," she told me.
"Thanks," I said brightly. We went upstairs and I took them into Dad's old room.
"This is where Pierce The Veil got their first lyrics," Matt breathed and I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up," I laughed. I sat down on the bed and held my hands up on the rail at the headboard. "Matt," I urged.
"This is ridiculous," Paris muttered.
"But you're with me?" I asked.
"I'm always with you," she replied. Matt dug around in his bag and pulled out two sets of police handcuffs. He snapped them around my wrists and then to the bed post. I sat back against the cushions and settled myself.
"How long you planning on staying like this?" Paris asked.
"Until Mum leaves me alone. I need another back up though," I frowned.
The door opened and Grandma walked in, followed by Pops. She was carrying a tray and nearly dropped it. I bit my lip as they stared at me.
"Effy," Pops breathed.
"Why are you handcuffed to Vic's bed?" Grandma asked me carefully.
"They can't make me go back if I'm handcuffed to Dad's bed," I said easily.
"Darling," she said sadly. "I know you don't want to go but this isn't the right way,"
"It is. I just need to buy myself some time," I rushed.
"Go phone Vic," Pops said. Grandma left the room and I looked across to the food.
"Can I still have some?" I asked.
"Yes," Pops replied and moved the tray to the bed.
"Thanks," I smiled. He leant over to me and went to my ear,
"You're like Vic," he whispered before he kissed my cheek.
"Thank you," I muttered. He nodded and left the room. Matt sat down on the bed and took a taco into his hand. He brought it over to me and I took a bite. I chewed slowly and Paris brought my drink to my lips.
"Now this is friendship," Matt muttered.
"Can I phone your uncle?" I asked Matt.
"Okay . . . Just don't mention the cuffs," he sad. Matt dialled his uncle's number and held the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" a man asked.
"Hi, my name's Effy. I'm Matt's friend,"
"Oh hello," he replied.
"I was wondering if you could help me. I'm in some trouble and I don't know if the police could get me out,"
"That depends on what it is. If I can help you, Effy, I will,"
"Thanks," I said. "See, my mum lives in England. She's came here to make me move back with her. But I don't want to. She has custody over me. Is there any way I can stay with my dad?"
"I might not be the right person in the force to speak to. But if she has custody there isn't much that could be done. Your dad can go for full custody but that usually takes months,"
"What about special circumstances?"
"Such as?" he asked.
"Say I was raped the last time I went to the city Mum lives in. And I was so terrified of leaving my dad, the only person that feels safe and of going back to where my rapist lives. What if my case is still going and I don't want to go anywhere near England until he's in jail. And what if my therapist thinks I should stay here and would be better here,"
"In those circumstances you would be able to stay. If all of those are true?"
"They are," I muttered.
"You would have to speak to the police, social workers and your therapist while your dad decides if he's going to go for full custody," he explained.
"Okay, thanks for your help,"
"No problem, I hope everything goes well for you," he replied before he hung up.
"Thanks," I told Matt.
Then the door opened just as Paris was helping me have a drink. Grandma and Pops walked in with Dad, Mike and Mum following. "Effy, what the hell are you doing?" Dad sighed.
"I didn't mean literally cuff yourself," Mike joked.
"Effy, stop being silly. Unlock yourself and come with me. We'll miss the plane," Mum said angrily.
"I'm not going with you," I said firmly.
"Like hell you're not," she spat.
"Go phone the woman on my case and my therapist. Tell them to come here," I whispered to Paris. She nodded and got up to leave the room.
"I have custody. You're my daughter,"
"I'm not fucking going! I want to live with Dad. He loves me and wants me here. I don't want to go back and live with you,"
"You don't have a choice," she sneered.
"I do! And I'm not going anywhere with you,"
"Effy," Dad sighed.
"I think you've got balls. Good on you, kid," Mike grinned.
"I love you," Mum said desperately.
"You don't," I said through gritted teeth. "You can't just walk out of my life and back into it. I'm not letting you,"
"Effy, I want you here more than anything. But there's nothing I can do," Dad rushed. "Please come out of those things,"
"She can't," Matt muttered.
"What?" Mike asked.
"We don't have a key,"
"You know how to pick them," Mike rolled his eyes. I sat looking straight ahead not saying anything.
"Talk to me," Mum demanded but I shook my head.
I sat there for a while until Paris came back in with Michelle who's working on my case and Laura, my therapist. "Who're you?" Mum glared.
"How are you?" Laura asked urgently. She came over to me and sat down. "Are you feeling it?" she asked. I nodded silently.
"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered.
"Remember what I told you?" she asked and I nodded.
"Okay," I breathed.
"Laura, thank you," Dad told her.
"Effy," Michelle greeted me. She came over with a key and unlocked the cuffs. I flexed my wrists and sat up more.
"What's going on?" Mum asked.
"This is me not going to England. I have professionals saying I need to stay here,"
"You did all this to stay with me?" Dad asked quietly and I nodded.
"You're my daughter," Mum rushed.
"But I don't want to live with you,"
"If I go without you I won't be coming back, Effy," Mum said stiffly.
"Then go. It will kill me but go. If you don't want to be here I'm not going to force you. You should know that I love it here and I love my dad. I'm Dad's," I told her.
"What does that mean?"
"I'm changing my name," I decided.
"Effy?" Dad asked.
"I'm changing my name to Elizabeth Fuentes," I said firmly.
"No," she breathed.
"I'm sorry," I looked down.
"Shit," Mike breathed and Grandma hit him.
"Are you serious, Effy?" Dad asked and I nodded. Mum came over to me and bent down. I winced but she kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand.
"Goodbye, sweetheart," Mum said. She walked over to Dad and frowned. "She's yours. Look after her,"
"Thank you," Dad said. Then she left. I stood up and Dad came over to me. He hugged me tightly and I smiled into his chest. "Thank you, Effy. God, thank you," he said in my ear. And I meant it, I'm going to be a Fuentes.


Hey! What did you think? This chapter was kind of sad and serious but kind of funny because Effy cuffed herself to Vic's old bed. Effy wants to be an official Fuentes and she isn't going back to England! What do you think will happen? Is there anything going on with Matt? :)


Your welcome :)

DaughterOfMusic DaughterOfMusic

Thank you so much! :)

WriteIsLife WriteIsLife

Your story is so great! I really love it

DaughterOfMusic DaughterOfMusic

I know it's horrible but shit like this happens. I know people who have lost trials when the truth was obvious. I even know someone who got arrested for GBH and didn't get charged because his girlfriend and her people told too many lies. Hopefully it's believable though because this stuff does happen... :(

WriteIsLife WriteIsLife

I know it's horrible but shit like this happens. I know people who have lost trials when the truth was obvious. I even know someone who got arrested for GBH and didn't get charged because his girlfriend and her people told too many lies. Hopefully it's believable though because this stuff does happen... :(

WriteIsLife WriteIsLife