Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Louis' P.O.V

I bring my hand up to take another gulp of Heineken with my head tilting to the side as I rest my back against my bed. The cold, bitter alcohol burn down into my throat and into my system before I drink in more brew for the pain. My pain that I hold within me. Moving my toes over the smallest glass bits of the mirror from last night I have nothing on my mind. At least the maid came in and swiped it up, maybe I'll vacuum later as well. Mirror or not, I am still going to see myself and what is left. Out in the public that is. Taking a sip of the bottom alcohol left, I bend my head back opening my mouth to get what is left of the empty bottle, and rolling it on the ground where the other two lay empty.

"Fucking shit." I swear to myself as I stumble, catching a hard time to get up from my spot on the floor.

Opening the door of my bathroom the sink is cleaned from my bloodstains of last night and the floor. But my hands feel swollen as well as my feet , still tired as ever I stare at myself in the mirror breathing slowly in the aroma left of the cleaning liquids.

Well today is Eleanor's funeral. The day I have been dreading ever since I'd gotten that phone call. . . the phone call that changed my life. Forever. I do not think I will ever be able to let go of Eleanor. She's been there for me all of my career and part of my life when we met. She is the love of my life . . . I mean was. I feel as though I will never find love again, but who knows. Maybe after the funeral I will take a few months off before going back on tour and just being in a band. I thought I had my life set, but I have been thrown over by a curve ball and I am more than extremely gutted about this entire mess.

Pulling up my shirt I start the water for my shower and get undressed. Once I step into the shower the warm water instantly stings my wounded hands causing me to wince in pain. Bloody hell Louis, what'd I do now.

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Lynwood, California.


Susan's P.O.V

Finally I turn the knob of Eleanor's room seeing the light beautiful color of pastel pink on the walls along with some paintings spread out. Slowly I walk into the room which has been lonely for months, inhaling the smell of Eleanor's favorite perfume. Chanel. The light from the sun streams in through the shear curtains along with some birds sitting beside her window railing. It has been so long. . . so long since I walked into this room. I do not even know where to start.

Hesitantly I walk over to Eleanor's bed stopping at its side to study the unmade bed. The black and white comforter is hanging from the bed and onto the floor along with the pillows neatly placed. A few notebooks are pushed aside at the other end of the bed. Oh how she loved poetry. English, reading, writing, reciting. Eleanor loved all of that. I used to tell her poems before she went to bed and how I've missed those days. I turn around walking to her dresser with my eyes running over the many pictures of her beauty shots she'd taken in England when we went to visit her aunt Shelby. A small giggle comes out as I look at the pictures of her and her cousins having such a great time. Soon I reach Eleanor's bulletin board which she ever so loved. All of the pictures she ever took of the past three summers are pinned on here. The most beautiful photograph catches my eye of Eleanor. . .looks as if she were laughing during the shot. Raising my hand up I freeze hesitating. I do not know if I should touch it. . .I mean it's her's that is how it was placed and left when she left.

Taking a deep breath I brush my index finger over Eleanor's appearance on the photo ever so gently.

"I miss you." I whisper softly before bringing my hand down.

I have to be at the airport within three hours so I can prepare. . .for her funeral which I am not looking forward to. All I wanted to do was protect her, like every mother wants to do. Protect my daughter from the fans, the media, the fake friends, everything and everyone. Obviously I have not done a great job, and now God is punishing me. I do not want a very long ceremony only because it'll hurt more so just a sweet goodbyes and a burial would be somewhat fine. But I have to say. . .if any fans try to mob my daughter's funeral. I will not hesitate to yell, loose it, beat the hell out of or scream at anyone if they try to ruin this day.

By the time I am satisfied and done looking at the many pictures I walk over and open her mini walk in closet and turn on the lights. I don't step a foot in , just look around the small room full of clothes here and there. At least she had a taste of style like me and probably still does. I close the door of her closet and walk back out of the room closing the door behind me before I finally crack and it hits me.

My daughter was murdered.

Tears instantly flood in and I slide down my daughter's room door covering my face with my hands to bawl alone. Somehow I feel the soft touch of fur on my legs looking through my fingers to see Tully comforting me by rubbing against me. I guess pets are somewhat helpful when it comes to emotions. Tully's quit used to it by now, because I think he senses it too. The fact that El is no longer here.

The fact that Eleanor is no longer with us.

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Louis' P.O.V

After I butter my toast I sit myself on the living room couch eating breakfast alone. Maybe I should check out that dedication video that the girls gave me last night. I reach for the remote pressing on the DVD button and waiting for the loading bar to fill in with blue until I press he play button. Once I start the video, I scoot up on the couch and take a large sip of orange juice hoping to clear out my system which is partly filled with alcohol by now.

"I-I'm Eleanor Calder and I'm a slut." I hear Eleanor's voice speaks loud yet trembling from my speakers.

My head quickly turns my attention to the screen as I see my dead girlfriend kneeling on a dirty mattress in a vacant, dirty room as well.

"What the hell is this." I say out loud, speaking my mind.

I watch as my girlfriend unbuckles the belt of a male who stands before her with his hands caressing her breasts that were once mine and she moaning his name. Caleb.The sorrow in her eyes are well seen to me that she was forced to do so, but the bruises bring back the bile within my throat and the anger I had stored away. Once the zipper is down the man shouts at Eleanor to give suck him and immediately I grab the remote putting the pitiful video on pause. What in the fuck is this. . .looking back at the screen it seems as though it were taken a couple days before she was. . .murdered maybe even that same day. Who knows. But I know for a fact that, that is the apartment she was murdered in. I remember. I do not even understand why someone would do such a hideous thing this is disastrous and I can not put my mind to it, but I feel like crying again. Those fucking girls, they must have been payed to do such a thing. For what? To hurt me? To rub it in my face that she is gone.

I move a closer to study the face of the bastard who faces Eleanor. His expression full of lust and nothing more with a bit of long hair and brown dark eyes. I want to find out who the fuck this is. Probably the God damn killer of her anyways!

"I hate you." I whisper through my teeth eyeing the screen.

Out of anger I get up from the couch to retrieve the sex tape of my murdered girlfriend and put it back in the case. Sure in hell I am going to show this to Chloe. I want to find this dumb ass and kill him myself! Punch the blood out of his entire being. Crack every bone in his body. Cut his body into scraps and feed them to the pigeons out on Park9. See the light in his eyes fade. I will do everything I can to find this guy to find this dick named, Caleb. I have now lost my appetite and I need to clear my head. The funeral is within five hours ,but of course I am arriving early because she. . .Eleanor meant everything to me.

I walking into my room, grabbing my suite and tie, keys and wallet before heading back out. Once I cleared out my barely eaten meal I walk back to my room opening my top drawer of my dresser. I pause before picking up the ring.

Eleanor's engagement ring.

This Christmas of 2013 I was planning on purposing to Eleanor Calder. But. . .she did not make it to Christmas of this year so this will be one of my gifts of saying goodbye. I love her so much and I was in love her, deeply in love with her. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Eleanor and to finally get to call her mine. Have kids, grow old and be crabby together, and just wake up to her being next to me every single day for the rest of my life.

I know she wanted the same but there are demons out there of all sorts.

Once I am done, I open the door of my apartment and pause. This is the last time I will see my girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. It's real. It is today. Sighing deeply I walk out into he hallway locking the door and placing the DVD in my pocket.

It will never be enough time for me to let go.

. . .To let go of my girlfriend Eleanor Jane Calder.

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