Fuentes Next

When I woke up I didn't have a clue where I was. I looked around and saw four a walls. I didn't recognise them. They were bland with pictures hanging on them to try and bring some life. My wrists were tight and I couldn't move my arms. I turned and saw fluffy pink handcuffs on each wrist and on the railing of the bed I was laying on. I saw a bedside table next to me with the lamp nailed down. I was in a motel.
I tried to pull my arms away to free myself, making loud clanging sounds. "Effy." someone said. I looked across the room to a few folding chairs. Fay was sat with V, Paris, Oliver and Matt. I pulled harder as Fay stood up and approached me.
"Let me go." I growled.
"We can't. You need to stay still." he warned.
"Why am I cuffed? Where the hell are we?"
"In a motel just down the street from where we were." he explained.
"But why am I cuffed?!" I yelled.
"Effy," Paris sighed. "We're trying to help you. You need to get off the pills. We're just helping you."
"Then send me to fucking rehab! Don't chain me to a bed."
"You wouldn't go to rehab, Ef. You didn't want help." V said. I started to pull against the bed before I angrily collapsed back.
"How long have I been here?" I asked.
"Two days. You weren't making sense though." Fay explained.
"I need my pills. I need my pills. I need my pills." I muttered under my breath.
"You're going to get off them, Ef." Oliver smiled.
"Where's the others?" I asked.
"James didn't like seeing you like that. Neither did the tech. They couldn't look after you." Matt explained.
"Because you looked after me so well back in San Diego." I sneered.
"Stop." Fay sighed.
"Give me my fucking pills!" I screamed, trying to get free again.
"No." Fay snapped. He came to me and took my face in his hands. "Calm down." he soothed. "Have some water."
"I'd prefer vodka." I spat. Fay rubbed my shoulders before he brought a glass to my lips, letting me drink. I swallowed and lay back on the bed. "I want my dad. Let me talk to him."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Paris sighed.
"I want my daddy." I repeated. There were tears in my eyes. I couldn't decide if they were real or forced.
"Okay." Fay agreed. He took my phone from his pocket and set it on the bedside table. He clicked it on loud speaker and the sound of it dialling filled the room.
"Hey Effy! How're you?" Dad asked.
"Hi Daddy." I said.
"I was going to call. How come you haven't been doing shows? Is everyone okay?"
"We're fine. I'm staying at a motel down the street from the venue."
"You're just on a break?"
"Dad, I need..."
"Need what?"
"Help! Fucking help me!" I screamed as loud as I could.
"Effy?!" Dad asked urgently.
"They have me tied up! Help me!" I yelled.
"Cut the call." V said. Fay room me phone and hung up. I glared and him and threw myself back onto the bed again.
"Ef." Fay sighed. I turned my head away from him and closed my eyes. "Talk to me."
"Fuck off." I spat.

Day five and I'm sick of this room. They feed me. They give me water. They take me to the toilet. They wash me. The only thing they don't do is listen to me. I need the pills. I can't stop shaking and writhing. They keel saying by day seven it'll pass and I'll be able to go without the pills. But I don't believe them. I'll never get over this. I just want one, one little pill.
I heard someone bang on the door and my eyes shot open. The only people here with me were Paris and Matt. Matt went to the door and eventually opened it. "Where is she?" I heard Dad ask.
"Dad!" I yelled. I saw Matt being pushed out of the way. Then Dad and Mike walked into the room. They saw me and remained motionless for a while. Then Dad ran to me.
"Effy," he said urgently. He grabbed my wrists and tried to get me free. "Give me the key. Give me the fucking key!" he yelled.
"No." Matt muttered.
"What the fuck have you done to her?!" Mike demanded angrily. He went to Matt and towered over him, gripping his shoulder hard.
"Help me." I breathed.
"I'm trying, baby." Dad told me.
"I don't want to be locked up for any longer." I cried.
"Are you sick?!" Dad screamed.
"I don't have the key! Don't hurt me!" Matt yelled. Mike was so close to punching him.
"Mike, help me get her out." Dad said. "Stay still, Effy." he told me and pressed a kiss to my forehead. He held my wrist and then Mike came and kicked at the cuffs. The clasps broke and the Dad tore the cuffs from my wrists. I flexed them and then threw my arms around Dad. "Shhh..." he soothed as I cried.
"Why would you do this?!" Mike demanded.
"I'm sorry." Paris rushed.
"You're not answering my question."
"We were helping her!" Matt said desperately.
"What?!" Dad laughed humourlessly. "By chaining her to a bed?!"
"Yes!" Paris exclaimed. "We were helping her get off them!"
"Get of what?" Mike asked."
"The pills." Fay replied weakly from the doorway.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Was what they did wrong? It'll all come out now! How will Vic react? :)