"Bek... come out. It's only Cliff and I." I said, knocking on the one occupied bathroom door.
The voice that replied was hoarse. It sounded like she was choking on something. I frowned, knowing her cry is over-board at the moment. I looked up at Cliff. He looked sadder than me.
What a big, much-needed, softy. I patted his chest and he half-smiled. "Bekah, babe you wanna come out here?" Cliff tried tapping on the door. "Not really." She muttered as if it was the stupidest question to be asked.
"Well... then I guess I'll just have to break down the door."
She laughed at him and replied, "oh sure, break public property." Cliff smirked at me. Next thing, the bathroom door was swinging on broken hinges.
"Fucking idiot!" I glared at him but I held back a laugh at Rebekah, who was currently standing on the toilet, up against the wall with a bit of fear but mostly anger evident on her face.
