Opposites Attract/ Chapter Two (Cook&Katie)
" He's gone Naomi, he gone. I found him. He's dead" James Cook announced not only to Naomi, but the whole room.
"You bastard! You fucking bastard!!" shrieked a suddenly malicious Katie.
The redhead jumped right out of her seat and tore violently across the room towards Cook, throwing punches blindly at him. Wishing to obliterate every single bone in his body.
It was all his fault anyways. He pretty much gave Effy to Freddie. Leaving Katie feel like the toy a dog tosses away for a brand new tennis ball. Sloppy seconds, you could say. And Effy, poor fucked up Effy took her toll on Freddie, because he ran off when she decided she'd had enough of him. Katie wasn't jealous. But she loved Freddy more than Effy could.
Cook just stood there, a painful look on his tear stained face. Silent.
"It's gonna be allright, girl" he croaked, forcing her into a hard embrace.
"But you let him have her," she whimpered, her arms hanging loose by her side as her body was squished into his bloody, sweaty hug "if it wasn't for you, he'd still be alive!" Her voice had turned to ice, as did her body. She pulled away, slapping at his arms that were trying to reel her back in.
Katie shot up the Stonem's stairs, malevolent thoughts screaming through her brain. Through the film of tears in her perfectly lines eyes she groped for a door knob, any room away from this dark chaos would do.
Soon enough, Katie found herself in the bathroom. She sat on the cool tiles, the chill matching the one she felt inside.
It was all over. She knew Freddie would of never returned the love she felt for him. And if there was any possibility of that in the past, there was none now. She didn't know the way he'd died, and now she had an irritating will to go back downstairs and find out how. But with the commotion she'd just kicked off, she didn't want to feel silly going back to Cook- she'd wait here until someone came and got her. That's just the way she was.
"You know how she felt about Freddie," Naomi said, grasping for Cook's moistened hand "maybe it's best to let her unwind" Cook just nodded, swallowing down tears that were only visible to Naomi.
Effy was still asleep in the hideous green armchair, all the stress about Freddie disapperaing combined with her medication was too much for her. Not to mention the half bottle of vodka she'd downed in the last two hours.
Everyone else was speechless- one by one, Emily, Panda, JJ and Thomas, cleared out into the kitchen until it was just Naomi and Cook. She pushed his stiff body into the chair behind them both, and sat delicately down next to him. She said nothing, she just watched him.
This wasn't James Cook. He was trembling, this big tough guy was trembling! His hands fidgeting in his lap, not knowing quite what they were there for. He took in a deep breath, exhaling in lots of little ones. A tear slipped out, he snivelled accompanying it. Soon enough he was blubbering again, and Naomi knew to just sit there. But then to her shock, he grabbed her. His hands clasped around her, his head in her shoulder just sobbing.
Emily walked up the stairs, she mourned in her own way. She'd go home and let it all out at night, with Naomi there to love and comfort her. She stood at the top until she heard a sniffle. She tiptoed to the bathroom and opened the door hesitantly. There, her twin looked at her. God, she was a mess. Streaks of black ran down her face. She sat wide leggedly on the white tiled floor. Emily let out a sigh, and sat down next to her without even having to think about it. It was going to be a long while in here.
"Foster, he killed him" Cook said, a shit load of pain in his voice.
"What?" said Naomi, tensing a bit. She had no idea Freddie had been murdered. "Who the fuck is Foster?"
"Effy's fucking psychiatrist, he killed him with a fucking bat" he whispered in reply.
"Shit. Are you sure Cook? How do you know?"
"Yeah Naom's. I found all of Freddie's shit, and there was a shitload'a blood, too much blood- he tried to kill me with the same bloody bat"
"O.K- so what the fuck do we do? We can't get the cops in"
"Yeah we can, I'm turning myself in. I can't run forever Naom's" Cook's voice started to break- tears sprang to Naomi's eyes, she never really was close to Freddie, but seeing Cook like this sent liquid ice through her veins.
"Do you know how he died?" whispered Katie to her sister, concentrating her gaze on the flood drain in the center of the floor- maybe it was best hearing it from someone she loved rather than Cook, who she wanted to tear apart.
"No, only Cook I think" Emily replied hoarsley. She hated seeing her sister like this, and when her sister was sad- she couldnt help feeling it with her.
They held hands, right there in the Stonem's bathroom, feeling out of place and out of the moment. But with Emily, she felt O.K. - like no matter how shitty things were- she still had somebody to love.
Unfortunately- she was going to have to listen to his story.
"You bastard! You fucking bastard!!" shrieked a suddenly malicious Katie.
The redhead jumped right out of her seat and tore violently across the room towards Cook, throwing punches blindly at him. Wishing to obliterate every single bone in his body.
It was all his fault anyways. He pretty much gave Effy to Freddie. Leaving Katie feel like the toy a dog tosses away for a brand new tennis ball. Sloppy seconds, you could say. And Effy, poor fucked up Effy took her toll on Freddie, because he ran off when she decided she'd had enough of him. Katie wasn't jealous. But she loved Freddy more than Effy could.
Cook just stood there, a painful look on his tear stained face. Silent.
"It's gonna be allright, girl" he croaked, forcing her into a hard embrace.
"But you let him have her," she whimpered, her arms hanging loose by her side as her body was squished into his bloody, sweaty hug "if it wasn't for you, he'd still be alive!" Her voice had turned to ice, as did her body. She pulled away, slapping at his arms that were trying to reel her back in.
Katie shot up the Stonem's stairs, malevolent thoughts screaming through her brain. Through the film of tears in her perfectly lines eyes she groped for a door knob, any room away from this dark chaos would do.
Soon enough, Katie found herself in the bathroom. She sat on the cool tiles, the chill matching the one she felt inside.
It was all over. She knew Freddie would of never returned the love she felt for him. And if there was any possibility of that in the past, there was none now. She didn't know the way he'd died, and now she had an irritating will to go back downstairs and find out how. But with the commotion she'd just kicked off, she didn't want to feel silly going back to Cook- she'd wait here until someone came and got her. That's just the way she was.
"You know how she felt about Freddie," Naomi said, grasping for Cook's moistened hand "maybe it's best to let her unwind" Cook just nodded, swallowing down tears that were only visible to Naomi.
Effy was still asleep in the hideous green armchair, all the stress about Freddie disapperaing combined with her medication was too much for her. Not to mention the half bottle of vodka she'd downed in the last two hours.
Everyone else was speechless- one by one, Emily, Panda, JJ and Thomas, cleared out into the kitchen until it was just Naomi and Cook. She pushed his stiff body into the chair behind them both, and sat delicately down next to him. She said nothing, she just watched him.
This wasn't James Cook. He was trembling, this big tough guy was trembling! His hands fidgeting in his lap, not knowing quite what they were there for. He took in a deep breath, exhaling in lots of little ones. A tear slipped out, he snivelled accompanying it. Soon enough he was blubbering again, and Naomi knew to just sit there. But then to her shock, he grabbed her. His hands clasped around her, his head in her shoulder just sobbing.
Emily walked up the stairs, she mourned in her own way. She'd go home and let it all out at night, with Naomi there to love and comfort her. She stood at the top until she heard a sniffle. She tiptoed to the bathroom and opened the door hesitantly. There, her twin looked at her. God, she was a mess. Streaks of black ran down her face. She sat wide leggedly on the white tiled floor. Emily let out a sigh, and sat down next to her without even having to think about it. It was going to be a long while in here.
"Foster, he killed him" Cook said, a shit load of pain in his voice.
"What?" said Naomi, tensing a bit. She had no idea Freddie had been murdered. "Who the fuck is Foster?"
"Effy's fucking psychiatrist, he killed him with a fucking bat" he whispered in reply.
"Shit. Are you sure Cook? How do you know?"
"Yeah Naom's. I found all of Freddie's shit, and there was a shitload'a blood, too much blood- he tried to kill me with the same bloody bat"
"O.K- so what the fuck do we do? We can't get the cops in"
"Yeah we can, I'm turning myself in. I can't run forever Naom's" Cook's voice started to break- tears sprang to Naomi's eyes, she never really was close to Freddie, but seeing Cook like this sent liquid ice through her veins.
"Do you know how he died?" whispered Katie to her sister, concentrating her gaze on the flood drain in the center of the floor- maybe it was best hearing it from someone she loved rather than Cook, who she wanted to tear apart.
"No, only Cook I think" Emily replied hoarsley. She hated seeing her sister like this, and when her sister was sad- she couldnt help feeling it with her.
They held hands, right there in the Stonem's bathroom, feeling out of place and out of the moment. But with Emily, she felt O.K. - like no matter how shitty things were- she still had somebody to love.
Unfortunately- she was going to have to listen to his story.