Fuentes Next

I looked at Fay and glared at him. What did he just say? He told. I trusted him with so much and he just told. "What did he just say, Effy?" Dad asked. I looked at Mike briefly. He didn't know what to do. He simply shrugged sheepishly.
"You bastard." I muttered and looked back at Fay.
"Effy?" Dad asked again, tighter this time.
"Look what you've done!" I spat at Fay.
"Talk to me." Dad demanded. I shook my head and he gently pushed me back onto the mattress. Mike sat next to me and rubbed my back a little. I watched Dad walk over to Fay and grip his shoulder hard. "Why isn't she talking to me?" he asked.
"She didn't want you to know." Fay whispered.
"Know what?"
"About the pills she was taking. We couldn't stop her anymore. That's why she passed out, I was trying to get her off of them. But she wouldn't listen. That's why we brought her here. We wanted to try and get her off of the pills." he explained.
"Is it true?" Dad looked back at me.
"Yeah." I whispered. He walked along the room and stopped in the corner. Dad started to glare at the floor. Then he picked up one of the chairs. He threw it across the room and started to kick the bedside table. He tore the draws out and stamped on them. He kicked the bulb in the lamp out. I turned to Mike and buried my head in his chest. He stroked my hair and sighed. I nestled my face closer to his shirt as I started to cry. I didn't want anyone to see me.
"Everyone out." Dad suddenly said.
"What?" Paris muttered.
"As much as you've all helped by tying her up like an animal this feels like a family thing." he told everyone. Paris and Matt got up and left after giving me a guilty look. Fay bit down on his lip and wrung his hands together.
"Don't hurt her, please. She... she's not as bad as you'll think. She doesn't mean it." Fay said awkwardly and then he left too.
"I- I'm sorry." I cried.
"Are you?" Dad snapped. "Just like you were sorry for the parties, and sorry for the weed and sorry for not listening to what I've been telling you."
"Lay off her," Mike sighed. "Can't you see she's upset."
"Don't!" Dad threatened dangerously. "She's not yours. She's my daughter and I want to do this now."
"Do what, Vic?" Mike sighed.
"I want her to fucking talk to me!" he exclaimed. "Christ, why is that so hard." he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I don't want you to know." I muttered.
"Well, I don't care. I'm sick of the fact that you're hiding everything from me."
"Mike, I don't want to be on my own." I cried against him.
"I'm going to be right here." he assured me.
"No, after... I don't want him to leave me because he doesn't want me anymore."
"Stop being stupid, Kid." Mike breathed in my ear.
"I want to know... from the beginning. How have you got yourself into this mess?!" he demanded.
I took a deep breath to ready myself. "I- I did some bad stuff without you knowing." I admitted.
"Like what?"
"I'd sneak out. Mike would get me weed. I'd go to clubs and parties. Matt used to sneak in and we'd hang out all night. I would smoke." I explained.
"You got her weed?" Dad asked Mike suddenly.
"Uh... yeah." he admitted awkwardly.
"Why? Why wouldn't you even think it was okay for her to smoke... to put all of that shit into her body?"
"Think Vic. If she didn't get it off me, from someone that I know sells good, pure stuff she'd get it off some loser who mixed it with God knows what. She's going to smoke it either way, why not let me watch out for her?"
"Don't pretend this is some kind of uncle duty." Dad shook his head.
"Don't be mad at him." I said urgently. "After we went to Birmingham things got really bad. I started skipping but I told Mike and then he told you. I... I stopped doing everything I did before. I never went out. But you had to go away to tour and I didn't know what to do."
"What do you mean?" Dad asked.
"Being with you was the only way I made it. But you were gone. I had to go back to school. I just hated it. I started skipping and I was smoking again. I wanted to go out and have fun... and I did."
"Effy." Mike warned.
"No," I sighed heavily. "I went out one night and brought Kyle with me. We hooked up."
"You did what?" he muttered quietly.
"I was drunk and high. I just wanted to pretend for a few minutes that someone loved me. That's all I fucking wanted. I didn't expect anything!" I cried.
"She called me the morning after," Mike explained. "She was so scared about you finding out. She nearly had a panic attack down the phone. I had to calm her down."
"Mike said I should take a test. I met Alysha and she was there for me. I was so sad."
"But it was negative." Mike reminded me.
"No." I shook my head and cried harder.
"What?" Dad asked.
"It was negative. Alysha told me."
"She lied," I said. "It was positive. I had to go get it sorted."
"Sorted?" Mike echoed.
"I got an abortion, okay! I killed the damn thing! I didn't want anyone knowing! Matt wasn't even speaking to me and Paris was too busy. Alysha was the only one that knew. That cared. That's when we flew out to you. I just wanted to be with my daddy. I just wanted to get the band and sort my life out."
"You dealt with that all on your own?" Dad asked and I nodded. He sighed and came over to me. I flinched as he went to touch me but he held my hand gently. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm so sorry, baby." he told me softly. I nodded and bit my lip to try and stop crying. Dad opened his arms for me and I threw mine around him to hug him tight. I just wanted my dad.
"Wait..." Mike interrupted us. "That doesn't explain the pills." he said. I looked up at Dad and saw him waiting. They both were.

Notes

Hey! Sorry this wasn't up sooner. I'm having a few personal problems that I won't bore you with. You've heard them all before. But what did you think? What will Effy tell them? Will Vic be happy she's talking or angry about what she did? :)