Effys story (a skins fanfic)

Next to me (3)

I woke up with dried tear stains on my cheek and wiped them away before getting up and stretching, but Cook was not in the bed.

"Cook? Cook?" Oh god, what if he left me? I couldn't go through this alone, where the hell was he?

"Calm down Eff I'm right here" he came in with a spliff hanging out of his mouth and two apples in his hands. I let out a breath of relief.

"Fucking living the life haha" he laughed while handing me an apple.

"Yeah Cook, living the life" I mumbled sarcastically.

We spent the day doing nothing until I had enough. I had laid in bed all day sitting still and ignoring the world and It had already got to 7:00pm and I needed to get out.

"Cook can we go?"

"Where?"

"Anywhere, I can't stay here, I need to keep my mind busy"

"Okay get changed and we can go out"

I got changed into a short black dress, tights and heels. I put on some makeup,  grabbed a bag, packing it with the rest of the cash I had left and a lighter, and me and Cook left the hotel room into the night.

After walking for a while we found a busy club and we walked inside.

It was crowded with sweaty people drinking and dancing. It was perfect, perfect to get away and forget.

I followed Cook inside, stopping to drink in the atmosphere. He looked back at me winking, and I smiled. 

We stumbled through the crowd to the bar.

I ordered some shots and me and Cook wasted no time necking them down. Cook laughed manically when we had finished and winked at me.
"The only thing we will ever be good at Effy Stonem" he laughed. 

He put his arms around me and I closed my eyes against his chest. I dragged him towards the pounding music and we swayed together.

I was completely and utterly drunk. But that was how I wanted to be. No worries at all, carefree.

I went back to the bar to order another drink, I had lost Cook but that didn't matter, I'd find him later. As I downed my vodka every last thought cleared my mind and I started to find every single thing incredibly funny.

I stumbled away from the bar and closed my eyes as the music took hold of me. I swayed back and forth without a single thought. The pounding music vibrated through me as the people around me danced too, filling the room with sweaty pounding bodies. Everything was fine until I heard a gasp.

I stumbled around following the noise as I saw two men throwing punches at each other. As I got closer, I realised one of them was Cook. I gasped as I saw Cook and the other man beating the shit out of each other.

"Cook? S..stop" I slurred as I tried to get between the men.
I managed to reach them but all I achieved was a sharp hit across my cheek. I stumbled back and felt my throbbing cheek. Cook's eyes took a twisted turn as he saw that the man had injured me and they carried on at eachother, neither of them giving up.

"COOK STOP" I was now shouting but he wasn't listening. I grabbed onto the table behind me to steady myself.

"U fucking punched my girl u barstad, I'M JAMES FUCKING COOK NO ONE MESSES WITH ME"
Cook shouted as he threw another punch making the man stumble backwards and then his face twisted with rage. The fight was getting dangerous and I couldn't stop it.

"COOK, PLEASE JUST LETS GO" I was screaming now, begging him to stop.

Cook finally looked at me and started to back away finally agreeing to leave it but the other man seemed on a loop and wouldn't stop hitting Cook, it was like a raging pitball tearing at his prey. The scariest part was the glint in his eye, he wasn't about to give up at all, he had just started.

Cook was now on the ground and the other man was kicking him harder and harder. A crown of people had now gathered around them.

"SOMEONE HELP, STOP IT" I was shouting but no one was listening, it was like everyone had frozen and I could see Cook on the verge of passing out, his body was curled up and the floor was splattered with blood. Everyone just stood in shock unable to move.

I felt the vomit curl in my stomach but I held it in, if this man didn't stop, Cook could really end up dead and I couldn't bare that thought.

Without thinking, I grabbed an empty glass bottle from the bar. The man didn't see me coming and I quickly smashed the bottle on the side.
I then pulled the bottle in the air and slammed the jagged side into the mans face. He stumbled back as his face poured with blood and he yelled out loud stumbling away from Cook. I instantly began to sober up as I saw the damage I had caused. I quickly grabbed Cook's hand and pulled him up with all my strength.

"I will get u back you bitch just wait, you're fucking done for"
the man spat menacingly as his friends helped him pull the jagged remnants of glass out of his face.

Someone had finally had enough sense to call the police, but as I heard the sirens getting louder and louder I realised we needed to get out of there.

I put Cook's arm over my shoulder and we stumbled out of the club into the night.

The cold air shattered us into reality and my adrenaline began to falter. I dropped Cook to the ground and took in gulps of fresh air.

"You stupid stupid idiot"
Cook mumbled.

"Are u fucking joking? I just saved you" I answered in disbelief.

"You just glassed someone, that's just asking for trouble Eff, and we don't have time for that"

"Are u fucking serious? Your the one that started fighting Cook, I was just trying to help"

"God, Eff you've just made enemies, don't you get it?" he sighed.

"Let's just get out of here Cook" I dismissed, I doubt that person will remember my face and anyway it was self defence
Right?

He nodded and we found our way back to the hotel.

I scrubbed off what was left of my makeup and climbed into bed. I ignored the sloshy feeling inside my belly as I laid there and fell asleep slowly.