Effys story (a skins fanfic)

Home sweet home (10)

I woke up to the sound of humming next to me.

I opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times before recognising that I was on a plane journey.

"Morning eff, I ordered us a nice chicken sizzler and a bottle of whiskey to wash it down, ay"
Cook smiled as the waiter came down the isle and stopped at our seats.

She gave us our food and drinks and moved on to the next row.

"Where's Freddie?" I asked sleepily.

"Just popped to the loo, you've been asleep for ages eff we're nearly here"

"Oh"
I bit into my toastie and washed it down with a swig of the whiskey bottle like he said.

"To us eff"

"To going home" I replied as we knocked out bottled together and took another gulp.

Freddie came back from the toilet and I tried to move to let him in but I just ended up on the floor.

"Sorry effy" Freddie laughed.

I tried to heave myself back up but the back of my top came undone and fell down completely exposing me. "Shit" I mumbled as I tried to cover myself.

I could feel two pairs of eyes staring at my tits as I struggled to get my top back on.

I finally managed to pull it back on and do up the back. I sat back up quickly and sat in my seat just in time before the plane started to land but Freddie's face remained bright crimson.

I tried to pick my jacket off Freddie's lap but he held it there in place.

"What are you doing I need my jacket, it's cold in England" I insisted.

"Just leave it, you can borrow one of my jackets" Freddie replied nervously.

I shook my head and yanked my jacket off his lap but my eyes grew wide at his emerging bulge from his trousers. He had got a fucking boner when my top came off.

"Fuck" freddie whispered trying to cover it with his hands. I didn't know what to do but laugh, so that's what I did.

"You horny barstard" I laughed loudly causing people to stare.

The plane landed and we stepped off of it and into the cold weather of England. Great.

"Cook, pass me a spliff"

He lit me one and passed it to me, I took a drag and then blew some of the smoke into Freddie's mouth. He sucked it in and blew it back out.

I took Freddie's hand and it moulded to fit mine perfectly as cook found a taxi service to take us back.

We squashed into the taxi together, me in the middle with my bags tucked in between my legs uncomfortably, but I had more important things to worry about,

"So, we are really going back"

"Yep"

"To all of our problems?"

"We have to face them sooner or later"

"I'm scared" Freddie admitted.

"So am I" I replied.

"So am I" Cook added.

"Are we really doing this?"

"We have no choice now, we can't go back to New York"

"Right"

We sat in silence for a while until the taxi driver stopped and we all piled out. I looked around the familiar town.

"I'm ready" I repeated to myself as the other boys turned in different directions and walked away.

Infront of us stood my home. I gulped and walked forward. I used my old keys to unlock the door and stepped inside.

The hallway was filled with dirty clothes and cigarette smoke. I walked further in and sat down in the kitchen.

My mum walked in with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth in a pink scruffy dressing gown and stopped as she spotted me.

"Eff, oh god your home, you didn't give me time to tidy the place up" my mum mumbled nervously looking around.

"Mhmm" I hummed knowing that she would never think of tidying up the place.

"Oh, I missed you effy, did you have fun?" she asked probably thinking I just moved in to a different house.

"Yes mum"

"It's just, you left your medication here and I was worried"

"I'm fine mum and I'm back now" I spoke as she wrapped her frail arms around me. I rested my head on her shoulder for a few seconds until she let go and I stepped over the clothes covering the stairs.

I walked up the stairs one by one until I reached my room. I pushed the door open to see my old life.

Rows of tablets filled my bedside cabinet and desk. My medication rota still covered my wall, and my unmade bed with my teddy bear on my pillow. The repainted wall, white and grey. My room was just how I left it 2 years ago.

I made my way back downstairs, picking up items that covered the floor as I went. I grabbed some of the clothes scattered across the floor and put them in the washing machine.

Once they were done and dried, I folded them neatly and put the next load of dirty clothes in the washing machine.

After I had cleared most of the hallway and upstairs, I collapsed onto my bed.

I had gone 2 whole years without taking my meds and I had almost tried to kill myself again in New York, maybe I do need them.

With that thought in my head, I popped a pill in my mouth and swallowed it down whole.

I switched off my bedside light and got into bed swiftly, pulling my covers over me and closing my eyes slowly.

I was home. But it didn't feel like my home anymore.