A/N: I want to thank everyone who has reviewed, especially those of you who have reviewed more than once and have put this on your favorite stories list—Thanks! Good news—I won't be torturing you with any of my evil cliffhangers anymore, because…this is the last chapter. Colin and Ephram get what they deserve. ;)
For those of you who like my writing, I'll be back with more Everwood stories soon! =)
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Chapter 5 – Mental Hazard
"I said, get off her!" Ephram yelled at the psychopath.
Colin looked back down at Amy's tear-stained face. "Is he the one you love?" He asked her forcefully.
Amy didn't reply. Instead, she solemnly closed her eyes.
"Answer me, bitch!" Colin slapped her.
Ephram just about had it. He jumped at Colin; throwing him to the ground. 'The knife…where is it?
While Ephram struggled on top of Colin, he searched the floor until he spotted the weapon near his foot. Then he kicked it under the bed so that Colin wouldn't find it. Colin punched Ephram directly on the nose…blood trickled down his nostril.
Ephram had no choice but to defend himself against this maniac…he punched Colin back, hitting his left eye with his clenched fist. However, Colin was stronger than Ephram; after all he was more athletic, so he had the advantage at this point. He shoved Ephram off of him and climbed on top of him. By now, Colin's right hand had been too weak from all the punching he'd delivered that night, so he raised his left arm at Ephram. But Ephram grabbed his left arm before he could deliver the blow and punched Colin again with his free hand.
"What is wrong with you?! Why are you doing this?! Have you lost your mind?!" Ephram screamed out questions in attempt to distract Colin before he could think up a plan. Colin's eyes went wide and he clenched his teeth before he put his hands around Ephram's neck and started choking him. Ephram looked into Colin's icy cold eyes; he could see anger, ferocity, confusion…madness--Qualities of a psycho.
Ephram couldn't stop him…he started blacking out. He shut his eyes. Darkness was the only thing visible…
At that moment, four cops spilled into the room. Two of the officers pulled Colin off of Ephram and handcuffed him. "You have the right to remain silent…" The cops shoved Colin out the door.
Dr. Abbott and Rose ran in afterwards. Rose frantically ran to Amy and buttoned up her shirt, while Dr. Abbott knelt down next to Ephram and checked him to see if he was okay. Ephram's eyes cracked open and he coughed. The other two policemen were trying to untie the knots that bound Amy.
"Dad, is Ephram alright?" Amy asked her father.
"Yes dear. I believe he is." Dr. Abbott replied.
"He's saved my life…" Amy said as she closed her eyes, waiting to be released.
"Colin brought the knife…it's under the bed…" Ephram managed to speak; his voice was scratchy.
"Shh…Don't talk now. You're father is on his way." Dr. Abbott spoke soothingly. "Thanks to Wendell for calling the police…"
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Two weeks later…
Ephram rang the doorbell to the Abbott's home.
Dr. Abbott answered the door. "Hello Ephram. You've come to see Amy, I presume?"
Before Ephram could reply, Amy gently moved her father aside so that she could stand at the doorway. "Dad."
"What?" He glanced suspiciously at Amy before he walked away so that the two could talk.
"Hey." Ephram greeted his girlfriend.
"Hey. Come in." Amy smiled and moved aside so that Ephram could enter. He went in and glanced towards the living room sofa, which was currently occupied by Bright, who was watching SpongeBob from the looks of it.
Amy grabbed Ephram's hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom.
Dr. Abbott watched them go upstairs with a suspicious glare. "Hmm…can't say that I approve, but I'd rather see her with him than with some lunatic in a mental hospital…" The Doctor went to sit on the sofa next to Bright.
"Dad, are you talking to yourself again?" Bright snickered.
"What in god's name are you watching?" Dr. Abbott looked at Bright with one of his classic facial expressions. "A crazy sponge is singing in the most annoying voice…and how old are you again?"
Bright shrugged. "Come on dad, get with it. Everyone knows that SpongeBob is the coolest. It gets me in the groove."
Frightened by the look on his face, Dr. Abbott slowly inched away from his son.
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Ephram was standing in front of Amy's dresser, looking at her stuff. There was nothing in her room that reminded her of Colin.
"Ephram you're a pianist, right?" Amy asked with a twinkle in her eye, as she went to stand next to her boyfriend.
"Of course." He replied, turning to face her.
"Then say 'pianist' five times fast." Amy grinned suggestively.
"Fine. Pianist-pianist-pian—AMY! You're sick!" Ephram chuckled. He poked her in the area under her ribs.
Amy started giggling madly as Ephram tickled her to the floor. "S-top! Hah! It was just…a joke!" Amy was laughing uncontrollably. By now, she was laying on the ground on her back, Ephram was fully on top of her; propped on his knees and elbows.
Soon, she stopped laughing and gazed into his serene blue eyes. They stared into each others' eyes like that for a moment before Ephram lowered his face down to meet hers, then he brought her into a passionate kiss.
Dreams do come true…
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Meanwhile…in the Mental Hospital in Denver…
Colin is dressed completely in white, tightly strapped to a medical bed. He screams; his eyes are still crazed…he's in a state of total frenzy. Suddenly a Doctor in a white lab coat comes in holding a huge syringe with a long sharp needle. The Doctor squeezes a little yellow liquid out and taps the side to make sure it's working properly. Then he lifts up the bottom of Colin's shirt and stabs him in the side of his stomach, injecting him with the medication. "NOOO! AMY, WHY?!! AAAAAAHHH!!"
He blacks out.
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*THE END*
~Sweet Dreams~
