What A Goal ~Phil Foden~

20

The drunken nights got worse for Effy, the 18 year old came home high most nights as she stumbled into the house. This is what happens when an addict relapses

Phil could only sit up in bed and stare at his girlfriend as she stumbled into the house in the early hours of the morning, he was so angry that she had become a drunk and drug addict and he couldn't imagine the effect that it was having on the baby.

He immediately got out of bed and he walked over to her and he leaned over her. "Sit down, you look like you're about to fall over and I don't want you hurting yourself."

Effy knew she needed help, needed help for the sake of her child. Sasha should have never reintroduced her to the drugs, not after her long past with them, and her long past of relapsing after everything bad happens.

It doesn't help that today marks the one year since Anna died, Anna was her rock, her sister who was always there for her

A whole year without her

This was a huge trigger for her and it was obvious that she was struggling. She had never truly processed the death of Anna and she was suffering every day from the loss of her older sister.

No surprise that she was drinking and taking drugs to cope because she simply had no other way to deal with it. Phil sat on the bed and he began to gently hold her hand, he could feel the sadness just beneath the surface with her as he did so. "Hey... look at me and listen to me."

"Where Em i want to hold her!"
He didn't want her to hold the baby when she was in this state so he gently shook his head as he held her hand. "No, you can't hold her tonight. You're too drunk right now."

"I'm not even that drunk!" He smirked as he looked at her and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You can barely stand up and you slur every single word that comes out of your mouth, that's not sober. And if I remember correctly you were on drugs tonight, right?"

The alcohol and the drugs had caused her memory to go a little bit hazy and she nodded. "Coke... I had a few lines," she said slowly, "but I don't feel that high anymore I swear."

He sighed as she confessed that to him. "That's because you're still drunk so the drugs have worn off. You are a mess right now, you're in no state to hold or care for Emelia tonight or even make any plans for the future until you're sober. Do you understand me?"

"When was the last night you came home sober since we came home from Qatar?" He thought back and he realized that the last time she had come home completely sober was when they got back home from Qatar. It had been four weeks since she had come home without being drunk or high...

He wasn't surprised by this realization but it just made everything seem even worse. "A very long time ago," he then finally said, "you haven't come home sober for a long time and that breaks my heart because you know how worried it makes me when I see you stumbling through those doors late a night."

He held her hand tight and he stared deep into her eyes as he continued to talk, he wanted to get his point across to her.

"You can't keep doing this because you're not just harming yourself, you're putting our daughter at risk and you're putting our future at risk. You'll hurt us if you keep continuing this spiral and I don't want you to do that. I love you way too much for you to keep breaking my heart like this," he said with a hint of sadness and disappointment in his voice.

"It's like Sash opened up this all over again, i don't know why i need it but i do! I know i need to quit i physically can't." The way she said that made him think, almost as if Sasha did this intentionally to put her through this again.