Effys story (a skins fanfic)

Trouble (18)

I tried to find his hand in the darkness but it was no use, I had no clue if Freddie was next to me or the other side of the room.

"I'll get us out effy I promise, this is all my fault"

"No Freddie, listen I chose to come and I knew what I was getting myself into so do not blame yourself"

Just as I was about to reply I felt another presence in the room.

"How sweet?" It came from the voice I despised most.
Joe foster.

"I see your not surprised to see me effy, I did warn you, you should have just left Freddie to me"

"I would never leave Freddie" I replied through gritted teeth.

"I know and that's why my plan works so well" he smirked. I tried to make out the shadows in the room but it was useless.

"Why joe? Why did you do this? I was prepared to give up everything for you and the gang and now you stab me in the back" Freddie shouted.

"Your best friend murdered my dad, watched the life drain out of him and then left his body; and ever since then I swore I would get revenge starting with his best friend and the only one he loves"

"Cook murdered your dad because he thought your dad murdered me, and he was close to it, if I hadn't of managed to get away from the creep, I wouldn't be here now" Freddie replied.

"My dad didn't murder you though Freddie you're still here, which means he died for NOTHING"

"Please let effy go I'll do anything, she doesn't deserve this" Freddie's voice cracked as he spoke.

"she is the one cook loves and so she has to die, I mean cooks love is sad really, always wanting someone that loves someone else, he must really hate you Freddie and you effy, playing him like a ragdoll when Freddie gets boring. Yes that's right I know everything about all 3 of you"

"Shut the fuck up you bastard, your even more twisted than your dad, and you don't know anything about us and you never will" I screamed at him.

"Calm down effy, temper, temper"

"If your going to kill me just do it now already" I shouted impatiently. Why an earth was he planning to do to us?

"I will drag out your deaths out as long as I can, making sure that you suffer, and I know the best way to do it" he smiled cockily with his yellow, chipped teeth.

"Do your worst Joe, I'll meet you in hell" I replied.

He suddenly, turned on the lights and I winced as my eyes were adjusting. I could now see Freddie no more than 3 metres away from me. Behind Joe, lay a bottle of petrol.

"Are you ready lovers?" He gritted While smirking.
He grabbed the petrol and started to pour it carefully across the floor in zigzags. He didn't leave a single speck and made sure the whole floor was covered. He then came closer and closer until I could feel his breathing on my neck.

"Goodbye effy stonem" he whispered in my ear. Before pouring more of the liquid over my head and onto my clothes. He then, did the same to Freddie and then pulled out a match from his back pocket.

I knew there was no point trying to persuade him. I couldn't figure out why I was nervous for this I had mentally prepared for this lots of times but now I wasn't ready.

"Freddie Sinclair I love you, I always have and I always will" I shouted to Freddie.

"Effy I love you too more than you will ever know and I'm sorry for everything" he replied before Joe lit the match.

It was about to drop when another figure stumbled into the small room.

"cook? Well impeccable timing I guess, now you can join the club" joe smiled not phased by cooks sudden appearance. I gasped at the sight of Cook standing, trying desperately to catch his breath in the doorway.

"I have something you will want to hear Joe, trust me so blow out that match and listen carefully" Cook spoke calmly without glancing at me.

"how can I trust you are telling the truth?"

"Listen to me Joe, you'll wanna here this or you'll regret it" Cook spoke quietly and carefully.

Joe considered his options and then blew out the match. I let out a small sigh of relief.

"You have 30 seconds cook or they die now" he replied pointing to me and Freddie.

Cook took in a breath and then began to talk.
"John foster isn't really dead, in England, when I was beating him, he passed out and I stopped. I realised that I couldn't kill someone so I stopped and waited for him to wake up. When he finally did, I told him to leave or I would finish him off" Cook said.

"Cook I don't believe a word you say" Joe replied.

"Well then I guess you'll never know where your dad is hiding and you'll never see him again" cook replied.

"How do I know your telling the truth?"

"You don't, but you just have to trust me and if you let Freddie and effy go I'll tell you exactly where he is, this is just between us now"

"Hmmm" he closed his eyes for what felt like an eternity and then nodded slightly to men from his gang. They untied me and Freddie cautiously and cook signalled for us to run but I would not leave Cook in here with this psycho.

Suddenly, in a split second, cook was holding the match and the lighter.

"Freddie and effy run, now!" Cook Shouted.

We started to back away until we stood in front of the exit. Before we knew it Cook had set the whole place up in flames.

"I LIED JOE, YOUR DADS AS DEAD AS YOUR ABOUT TO BE" Cook screamed before Freddie pushed me out of the door and we were instantly surrounded by cool air.

"NO WE CANT LEAVE COOK TO DIE FOR US" I shouted at Freddie as he pushed me away from the entrance.

Smoke rose from the building as the flames grew. I used all my strength to bite into Freddie's arm holding me back and as soon as he reacted, I sprinted back into the smoking building.