One Hell Of A Life

chapter forty four: hatching a plan.

Em POV:

Still feeling as down as ever over everything, I pursued with my life best I could. I was in too much of a shitty state to film, or even post on Snapchat or Instagram Stories; instead I stuck to short tweets and posting pictures on Instagram, reminiscing on old holidays or putting on selfies from months before.

Decent technique, I suppose. Couldn't fault it.

But, I still needed to prove that I was clean. That I - y'know - didn't try and cheat with Cal on Simon.

It hurt a lot. Simon was a lifelong friend, turned boyfriend, and loosing all variants of a relationship with him destroyed me. He kept me upright when nobody else could, he calmed me when I was scared or anxious, he listened to my raged rants patiently... God.

He was bloody perfect.

I needed to get to the bottom of the who's, the what's, the why's and the how's. It frustrated me more that I didn't have a clue about what was what. But it didn't take me long to get filled in on what had actually occurred.

"Really?" I sighed down the phone to Ebony.
"Yeah. Look, I'm still so sorry about it all–"
"Don't be sympathetic. This is my mess, not yours. I need to clean up."
"If you need a hand with anything, you know where I am." She assured.
"Of course." A smile tugged at my lips.
"Catch you later?"
"Sure."
"Love you - bye!"

How the Hell I'd prove to Simon that Cal was the liar in all of this, I do not know. However, in a situation like this, I couldn't just wing it. I had to enlist the help of a few people to help me.

So, I called up Ebony for the second time.
"Hey..." I started.
"You need a hand?" I heard her chuckle.
"If you wouldn't mind." My shoulders sunk with relief.
"Me and Flo will be round in fifteen. She said put the kettle on and do you want anything from McDonald's?" Ebony told me.
"I'm not that hungry, really. Just a small chips would be amazing, please. Been loosing my appetite lately." I took a sip of water that was at my bedside.
"That's fine. See you in a few." She ended the call, after that.

I decided that I wouldn't bother getting dressed. There'd be no point - I definitely wouldn't be going out that day, I hadn't been out for ages. Just to the gym, the other day. And that was about it.

I still felt terribly ill. I don't faint, I just tend to blackout for a few seconds, as if I'm really tired, when I'm actually not.

It's the dizziness that's the problem. The hiccups are just ridiculously annoying.

"Hello, darling." I opened my front door to Flo, who was wearing a Birmingham City football shirt underneath a grey bomber jacket, a pair of Sidemen black crest leggings, and a pair of black Nike Air Force 1's with an oil slick tick and logo. She tucked a hair behind her ear, enhancing how her dark hair had recently had the chop as it drifted about her jaw and neck.
"Hey, Flo." I greeted. She immediately pulled me in for a hug as soon as she stepped into my flat. I could've collapsed into her arms.

"Alright?" Florence lifted her head, hands holding my shoulders.
"Yeah." I sighed.
"That was the most unenthusiastic sigh I have ever heard." Ebony pointed out with a chuckle. Her small feet housed a pair of pink Vans with a matching denim jacket, paired with Adidas leggings and an Interactive Introverts hoodie, which was probably was property of Dan.
"Eb!" Flo hissed.
"It's fine." I laughed a little, rubbing the shoulder of the younger sister, "Now, where's my chips?"

The three of us sat on my bed, chatting as we would normally over our meal... Some of ours larger than others.
"You know when you proper fancy a Big Mac and nuggets at the same time?" Flo looked at Ebony and I, expecting to see a response that would relate to her eating habit. "No?"
"Nope." I chuckled, shaking my head.
"Well... That happened." Flo shrugged sheepishly.