"Effy come on! Open up the fucking door!" Cook yelled, frantically banging on the bathroom door.
Last night, after he had managed to calm her down, they had decided to have some fun. He had ordered pizza and they popped a movie into the disc player, from there things had only escalated. A bit of play fighting banter that involved tickling had quickly turned into kissing, which turned into ripping each others clothes off. Before they knew what was happening, they had done a lot of sexual acts.
Now here they were, the awkward morning after. As soon as Effy had woken up and realised what happened, she had stormed off and locked herself in the bathroom, feeling as though she had just betrayed Freddy, the love of her life, even though he was no longer living. She felt terrible for what she had done with Cook.
Cook, on the other hand, had woken up a happy chappy until he heard Effy shouting a load of swears as she stormed angrily into the bathroom. He was quick to chase her, but not quick enough, which resulted in getting a door slammed in his face.
He had not meant for the events of the previous night to happened. They both just got caught up in the moment. Stupid. He thought to himself. Why could he never control his dick? One of these days he swore it would be his downfall.
Not this time though. This time he would fix things no matter what it took.
"Go away! I can't talk to you! I can't believe I betrayed Freddy like that!" She yelled from the other side of the door, relieved that he could not see her right now.
She was stood staring into the mirror, razor in one hand, the other gripping the side of the sink. She was so damn tempted to cut the way she had only a month ago. One more little push and she would give into the urge.
"Effy please...listen to me. I did not plan that okay. I wouldn't do that to you. Not now...and as for betraying Freddy, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't want you to be sad and forever mourning his death...he would want you to move on." Cook spoke, helplessly hoping that she would come around to his words.
She could hear his voice from the bathroom, but she didn't care for what he had to say. How could she do that to the love of her life? She wasn't prepared for love and because of that, Freddy was dead, she was hanging by a thread and Cook...well Cook seemed fine at least. Of course the boy would say those exact words, it's what everyone said when speaking of the dead. That they would want you to move on, to be happy. No! That wasn't true she thought angrily.
"Effy...if you won't listen to him, please listen to me and put the razor down." A familiar voice pleaded.
Turning around, she gasped in shock when she saw Freddy stood by the door.
"Oh my God. I don't know what to say, I am so sorry." She rambled, growing frightened of how he would react.
"While it pains me to see you with him, and as much as I hate saying it...he's right Ef. It's too late to apologise to me. I would forgive you but...I'm nothing but a ghost now." He explained, looking her straight in the eye, hoping to get through to her.
"But it can't be too late. I need to apologise and I need you to forgive me!" She begged, refusing to accept his words.
"Effy who are you speaking to? Are you on the phone in there?" Cook asked, growing more and more concerned.
"No! Fuck off Cook. This doesn't concern you." She yelled, refusing to take notice of his presence.
He sighed. Deep down he knew that it was Freddy that she was speaking to, he just didn't wanna say the one thing that might push her over the edge. He could only hope that Freddy...or her subconscious or whatever it was that was manifesting in there, could get through to her in a way that he, himself couldn't.
