Effy turned away from him, biting down on her lip to stop her from saying anything. She pulled out a bottle from the cabinet beside her bed and unscrewed the cap. She hated feeling like this; vulnerable. She loved being in control. She sat on the corner of the bed examining him. Apart of her missed Cook, but the majority of her hated that he brought back such hurtful memories. Memories that she couldn’t bare.
“I’m fine.” She said sternly, taking a sip of her drink. She knew what he meant but played it off. “You guys don’t have to keep checking up on me, I’m not a fucking child.” She spat, walking over to her cabinet. “Everyone keeps coming over here, asking me if I’m fucking okay!” She shouted from across the room. She kicked the box beside her in frustration. “They’re just fucking scared that-” The room was silent and her eyes scanned over the photos that were on the floor. She crouched down, picking one up. She ran her thumb along his face. Effy felt something inside her shatter and a tear slid down her cheek. “I miss him so much.” She whispered.
Cook examined Effy has she grabbed the bottle of alcohol and started drinking it. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing for her to be drinking, right now, realizing that he had no idea if she was okay or not. He decided to stay where he was, and take no action into it. Besides, he couldn’t control her anymore. She could do whatever she wanted to do. He still just wanted her safe, and didn’t want anything to happen to her. He kept watching Effy, making sure that she wasn’t going to do anything stupid, because you never knew what she was going to do. She was unpredictable.
Cook started to feel relieved as she told him she was fine, but all of a sudden she just started yelling. Cook started to walk closer to Effy, who was kicking things and yelling. “C’mon Eff. We only come over here, because we’re worried about you. You never come out anymore, all you do is sit here. All we can do is worry about you.” Cook was getting a little bit aggravated by the way she was acting, but tried not to show it, all he wanted was to be there for her. He knew she was going through a rough time, and the last thing she needed was Cook yelling at her. He saw her looking at something, she picked up from the ground. He walked over to her, and looked down, and found a picture of her and Freddie. Cook felt his eyes tear up, because he missed his best friend almost as much as Effy missed him. “I know Effy, we all do.” He said softly, and placed his hand on her shoulder.