Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Ten Minutes Later

Eleanor's P.O.V

"You heavy bitch." I hear someone whisper. I moan and open my eyes to see the back of a car and a parking lot with some woods ahead.

I don't remember anything ,but I do remember being tackled by Becka of course. I look around and she's holding both my arms,pulling me out of her trunk and forcing me on my feet.

She drugged me. She injected some kind of substance to weaken my muscles and of course it worked. I stand up and rub my head, I have a major migraine feeling like a hangover. Once I am standing behind her car she pushes me to the side to close her trunk.

I'm too weak to say anything at this point so I observe my surroundings. My heats jerks as I see the rusty apartment, of course she brought me back. My vision is a bit blurry and un-natural as I see two of everything...even my own hand.

"You just don't fucking listen do you Eleanor." She says looking at me.

I blink trying to re-focus my vision but it doesn't work.

"I warned you and what do you do. Disobey of course. You are nothing but a troubling bitch, I think it's time." She says walking towards the drivers' side of the car. I sway back and force trying to keep my balance.

I might as well try once more. I sight quietly and slowly walk saunter towards the woods before reaching the grass and starting to run. I am pretty sure that she hasn't noticed due to the fact that she hasn't said any shit yet.

I get a good head start running in all directions whilst keeping my mouth shut even with the soreness of my thigh and vision. Fuck Becka and Evan. I've done nothing to them and yet they want to make me suffer. Suffer like a slave, a animal probably.


Two Hours Later

Eleanor's P.O.V

It's a bit dark now and the sun is slightly down. No sign of Becka ,but I'm still conscious not wanting history to repeat itself. Who knows what she'll do to me next.

She hasn't even called for me yet to order me back into misery which I think is quit weird. I just pray that she's given up....unlike Louis.

"I want Louis." I cry silently.

-Flashback-

Eleanor's P.O.V

His lips parted and moans left through then.

"Fuck El" he moaned and tilted his head back closing his eyes. I put the head of his length in my mouth and licked around it over and over swirling my tongue upon it.H e grew harder as I gently squeezed, watching in awe as Louis’ hips rocked up to my touch. A short time later he withdrew his presence.

“Harder.” He instructed quietly.

I applied more pressure which had Louis groaning in approval. My name fell in breathy gasps from his mouth as I continued to rub over him.A strangled moan echoed round the room before a wet heat spread in his boxers. Louis continued to breathe heavily as another wave crashed through him. His hands held me close as his hips rocked up, desperate for more contact. I could feel he was getting close and rubbed harder.

"Oh shit..." He moaned breathless, before I knew it Louis' warm juice squirted out of his length, most on his stomach and some on my face. I took my finger and licked the sticky substance that my boyfriend shot out and licked it all until it was clean. Louis' blue eyes returned back to his original position and titled it head forward. He grabbed my hand and I layed in the couch with him.

"I love you" he said still breathing hard and layed beside me.

"I love you too" I said back at him quietly and kissed his lips making him moan. We fell asleep on the couch with Titanic running over and over. Louis' arms wrapped around me and his body behind mine. I'm totally in love with this guy. Whoever red coat was... hopefully I'd never see her again. Tonight I didn't fall asleep with Zayn Malik, instead I fell asleep with Louis Tomlinson. My boyfriend.

-Flashback Ends-

By the time I realize that I am still totally lost and useless I'm drenched in tears. I want Louis so bad, I miss too. What if they stopped tour just to look for me? What if I die? What if he moved on? What if...

"Ah! " I shriek as I fall to the ground.

I look down to see a bloody wound on the side of my arm. The pain is even worse than I've ever imagined. I've seen people shot in movies and stuff but never in person and never has it been me. I feel the cold bullet inside on my arm causing my blood to pour out as a fountain. Great, I'm already dead.

I look around frantically. She's here. I can feel it. And obviously ,because who else would want to shoot me. I duck hiding behind a bush and breath quietly just waiting to hear her shout my name. I close my eyes and picture Louis just to calm my nerves with my left hand over my wounded right arm. The bleeding just won't stop.

I try to move it ,but the pain it causes makes me cringe in pain as I hold in my breath. I press my hand on it harder ignoring the pain it causes and breath slowly.

I'm hungry, tired, cold and wounded with no where to go. Never in a million years have I thought something like this would have happened.

I put my head up a little looking at the angle I was shot from, no one. I sigh heavily and close my eyes to rest. It's been a hell of a day ,but to hell I am not sleeping here.

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