Short Stories

Recovery - Two

It had been almost an hour and a half since Norman had seen his girl friend. Previous girl friends? Fine, they like to mingle. But Effy? She hated to mingle. She only planned to speak to one or two people, tops.
Norman went to a few different rooms, before seeing a dreaded face. Elaine. She was always providing Effy with that junk at parties. Elaine some how always had something on her and it was usually something Effy liked.
Well, shit.

"Heyyyy Elaine! I didn't know you'd be here!" Norman faked a smile as he walked over. "I was just wondering if you'd seen Ef? She said she'd meet me at the door around this time."

Elaine rolled her eyes. Of course she rolled her eyes. "Uhh, yea I might've seen her. I think she's in the bathroom. There's a whooooole line so she's probably still in here."

Norman's stomach sank. Maybe there was a vamp. Maybe a demon. Maybe a ghost. What other reason would Effy have to be in a bathroom for over an hour....

He went up to the door, reassuring the girl first in line that he wasn't cutting, but just checking on someone.

"She hasn't been out in ages. We've been knocking like crazy, she's probably just passed out or something."

Fat chance, Norman thought. Half angel half demon people didn't just get pass out drunk. I mean sure, Alaric impressively did it once but it was his bachelor party, so...

Norman aggressively knocked on the door. "EFFY? EFFYYYY! EFFY WE GOTTA GO!"
No response. He banged again. The blonde in line reminded him they did all that already. If people could just mind their own business.

Norman kicked the bottom of the door this time. Still nothing. He sighed in frustration.
"Nobody's gonna wanna use this bathroom for the night unless they're real comfortable with themselves."

He took a few steps back, braced his shoulder and rammed into the door, breaking it off the hinges. Why couldn't Donnie be here for the one cool thing I do a week. The one thing. When he pushed the door aside, he saw Effy sprawled out on the floor. Her head must've hit the counter, as there was a small cut on her forehead. And it was... bleeding? No. Effy doesn't really bleed. Even in fights. When he looked at her eyes, his jaw dropped.
They were black, like a demon's, but filled with stars like the night sky. Her mouth in a lazy smile.

Norman groaned and grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe up some of the blood. Thats when he saw the bag. Damn it to hell, Elaine! He closed it tight and stuffed it in his pocket. Whatever this was, it wasn't for humans. This was super natural.

Norman scooped Effy up into his arms, making sure her skirt was pulled down appropriately, and walked her out to the car. He ignored the complaints from the restroom line as they tried to fix the door. He didn't care. He had to get Effy some help, and fast.

He needed to get to Malo Collins.