Out having fun at the party of the year, Effy, Freddie, and Cook all met up at JJ’s house. A terrible thunder storm the size of Texas began to come their way. A loud roar of thunder followed by a flash of lightening interested them to go outside. They were in the middle of Hurricane Deltrice. Freddie, Effy, and Cook stumbled outside with drinks in their hands when they heard another roar of thunder. Instantaneously Freddie is struck down by a bolt of lightning in front of Cook and Effy’s eyes. Cook fell to the ground in disbelief.
Effy stared out the window feeling the chill from outside, creeping inside the house. She looked over to the outfit she placed on the door. An all-black dress with her favorite leather jacket beside it. She got up took her medication, looked at the time and climbed back onto her bed. Cook walked behind Karen looking at the casket as it was being carried away. He decided to walk away from everyone; picking up a rose to place on Freddie’s grave when everyone else left. Walking toward his best friend’s tombstone, Cook felt a chill as he continued to walk and when he looked up he saw Freddie standing in front of him. Before he could scream for help, Freddie disappeared. Cook stood there, his heart beating quickly, and sweat coming down his face.
“Come on cookie monster, I know you’re happy I’m dead. Effy’s all yours now it was what you wanted isn’t it?” “ISN’T IT!?” Cook dropped down into the fetal position as he locked himself in the bathroom. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!” cook screamed. “Leave me alone, Effy never wanted me, she wants you and now you’re gone… you’re gone and I have no one.” “Aww poor little Cook, you think a little screaming on your part is going to get me to shut up. I’m all you’ve got mate! You’ve wanted me dead for so long. I’m going to make your life a living hell. I had it all!!! Everything is gone! You made me go to that party, I wanted to stay home.” Freddie taunted.
“No! You went because you couldn’t stand seeing Effy with me!” Cook screamed. Cook curled up in a ball and fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
“Cook … You can’t escape me.” Freddie approached cook and fixed the collar of his striped polo shirt. “Always have to fix you up hmm?” “What do you want from me?” Cook whispered. “Nothing.” Freddie said as he stabbed Cook in his stomach.
Cook immediately shot upwards as he awoke. He rubbed his stomach and signed that it confirmed that the pain was only a dream. “You know what you have to do Cook, Effy, she’s ruined everything hasn’t she.” Cook nodded solemnly.
He sat in front of Effy’s house contemplating whether or not to kill her. She was the reason we were there Freddie wanted to go to the movies but Effy wanted to go to the party. It was all her fault! Freddie was right, he had to kill her, and she was a smut. He took the gallon of gasoline and kicked the door down.
“This is for Freddie, you bitch!” Cook said letting the rage cover his feelings for her. He put gasoline all over the place, the family pictures, and her fridge, everything she touched had to go. He entered her room and the rage started to fade. He saw his old t-shirt on her chair and felt some pain, but not enough to stop him. He made a trail toward the street of gasoline and tears. He took his matched back into his hands, lit a cigarette then flicked the match.
“Everything you touch you whore! He screamed, and then he realized. Everything. He looked up at the sky. “I’ll see you soon buddy” Then Cook walked into the flames. “Everything” he whispered.
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