My head was buzzing. I was scared to open my eyes. I could hear people talking downstairs and groaned. I rolled onto my front and buried my face into my pillow. My phone started ringing and I winced. “Fuck you,” I muttered. I waited for it to stop and smiled. It started to ring again and I opened one eye. I saw Paris calling me. I reluctantly answered and put my phone to my ear. “Talk quietly,” I groaned.
“Are you feeling as bad as I am?” she asked. I frowned and held the phone further away from my ear.
“I feel worse than when I took acid and woke up in a dug grave,”
“Did that actually happen?”
“Sadly,” I muttered.
“How much trouble are you in?”
“None yet. I’m still in bed,”
“Didn’t your dad freak when you got home last night?” Paris asked seriously.
“Oh yeah. My uncle stopped him though,” I explained.
“Your big secret came out. Mr Vic Fuentes being your daddy,”
“Suppose Mike Fuentes picking me up from a prison cell gave it away,” I laughed.
“Just a bit,”
“What’s your punishment?”
“My money has stopped, wifi goes off after six and I’m grounded until I renounce alcohol,”
“So that means loads of sneaking out and getting high,”
“Basically,” she replied. “Hey, do you want me to come round so your dad doesn’t shout at you,”
“No, think I need to do this,” I sighed.
“Good luck and call me later,”
“I will,” I replied and hung up. I slowly got out of bed and staggered over to my door. I went to walk down the stairs but had to turn around. I ran to the bathroom and curled over in front of the toilet. I started being sick and slumped against the toilet bowl. I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. I went to the sink to swill my mouth out and made my way out of the door. I walked downstairs and went into the sitting room. The light was on and I squinted. I turned it off and went over to the sofa. I saw Dad walk in stiffly and he sat down next to me. He folded his arms and looked at me.
“How you feeling?” Dad asked tightly.
“Not good,” I replied.
“You deserve it,” he said quickly.
“I know,” I muttered.
“Why did you do it, Effy?”
“I don’t know,”
“You can tell me,” he urged.
“I wanted to go out. There was this party on and all of my friends were going,”
“I’m not mad at you for going to a party. You should have told me but I’m not mad anymore. I want to know why you were arrested,”
“Dad,” I sighed.
“I want to know,” he snapped.
“They . . . um . . .”
“Yeah?”
“They came in. Then we went out and my friends were in the van. So we tried to get them out and then I got pulled in too,”
“What had you taken?” Dad asked blankly.
“I drank a lot,”
“You know what I mean. You were high,”
“It wasn’t anything bad,”
“Was it more than weed?”
“No,” I shook my head.
“Promise me,”
“I promise,”
“Where’d you get it?” he asked. I looked down at my phone and saw I had a text. ‘You okay, kid?’ from Mike. I bit my lip and looked back up to Dad.
“Someone at the party,” I lied.
“You didn’t buy it yourself?” he asked and I shook my head. “I want you to stop lying to me. If you want to go out on a weekend you can. Just don’t be too late. You can go out to a party and not smoke and have a guy go after you,” he said and frowned. “Defintely no guys, Effy,” he added.
“Okay,” I smiled.
“I want you to be able to talk to me,” Dad told me.
“Mum didn’t want that,” I muttered.
“I’m not your mum. I’m your dad and I actually really care and love you, Effy,”
“I love you too,” I told him. I sat back on the sofa and sighed. “I feel punishment time coming on,”
“I don’t have much experience with this. I’m going off what Mike and I got,” he told me. “Grounded for two weeks. No going out with friends and if you try and mess with me I’ll come to these parties with you,”
“Please don’t,” I replied. I rested my head on the top of the sofa and Dad did the same.
“You know I got arrested once,” he told me. I looked at him in shock and he smiled lightly back. “I got in a stolen car. Mike had to come and pick me up pretending to be the big brother,”
“Did that really happen?”
“Oh yeah. When my papa found out I was killed. All you did was go to the wrong party,”
“I love you,” I told him and leant against his arm. Dad wrapped his arm around me. “I meant the whole I like it here thing,”
“Good,”
“Just wish I could move you, Mike, the other guys, my new friends and this house to England,” I said lightly.
“You’ll be going back soon. And you can show us around,”
“What do you mean? Are we going to England?” I asked.
“Nothing’s been confirmed,” he muttered.
“What?” I sat up straight.
“There’s talk of a UK tour with a few other bands,”
“Seriously?” I asked excitedly.
“Don’t tell your friends. It’s not confirmed yet,” he reminded me.
“Thank you,” I grinned and kissed his cheek.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Effy got grounded. I think Vic went easy on her. She's telling a few lies though. I think it's clear what she took. Let me know what you'd like to happen! :)