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"Are you deaf? Listen, we don't want you. Just stay the fuck away!" Cried Freddie, desperate to save the love of his life, Effy Stonem.

"Indulge me a moment longer. I admit, I was arrogant, stupid. I made mistakes. I got too close, I feel terrible." The doctor shrugged. "I care too much."

"Stay away from her." Freddie turned to leave.

"I'm too human!" Said John Foster, as Freddie ascended the stairs. "We are, essentially, creatures of instinct."

Freddie tried to open the carefully locked door, in vain. He started to panic.

"Passing whims, are really our most profound moments. I can't let you have her, I'm afraid. She really does love you, you know. " John raised the bat.

"Hey, come on. Let's open the door, yeah?" The doctor closed the gap between them as Freddie began to scream. "Get the fuck off me!" Freddie Mclair's tortured screams rang throughout the house.

"Dad! What the fuck do you think you're doing to him?" Yelled Caroline Foster.

"He's in my way," John panted.

"Yeah, because he locked the fucking door on himself," she muttered sarcastically."

"You could have fucking killed him you bastard!" She staggered back, astonished.

"Oh my god. That's exactly what you were trying to do, isn't it? You're fucking crazy!"

"He was interfering, and I'm doing what needs to be done," the Doctor stated calmly.

"Oh my god. I'm calling the police. He doesn't look like he's even eighteen! You're going to go to prison!"

"Please. I am a respectable psychiatrist. He is a stupid, weed-smoking, apathetic skater boy. He was crazed over his girlfriend's changes, and took too many drugs. He hit himself."

"Bullshit! I'm calling the police!" cried the outraged girl.

"Yeah? And who's to say otherwise?" Questioned Dr. Foster.

"I am, you fucking twat! I'm eighteen, and a perfect witness!"

"Caroline dear, what's to stop me from killing you, too?"

"Me! You're the one who paid for my jujitsu classes, you idiot," the doctor squirmed as Caroline quickly and expertly disarmed her father, and then tied him up with the rope he was planning on using on the boy.

"Hello? Yeah, I need an ambulance and a police officer. Just trust me on this. You need to come as fast as you can. 184 Umber Court. Please hurry." Caroline closed her cell phone.

Help arrived fast-not normal for Bristol, but hey, it's better for the kid. Who was he, anyway? As the paramedics rolled the boy into the ambulance, he managed one word.

"Effy..."

"What? Who is Effy? Effy Who?" She asked him.

"Miss, I think it's better that you let him rest. His injuries are extensive. "

"Yeah, of course," she whispered under her breath.

"I hope you're happy with yourself, Dad," she spat. "You'll be in the slammer for a long time for this. I'll be testifying. I know it was you that killed Mom, anyway. Have fun in prison."

"Don't you dare talk to me that way, young lady!" Her father yelled.

"I'm not gonna talk to you ever again, so that's not a problem. 'Bye Dad."

Caroline watched as her father was wrestled into the police car and taken to prison. Getting into the family, she followed the ambulance carrying the unknown boy to the nearest hospital.