Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

In The Woods

Eleanor's P.O.V

I open my eyes slowly before feeling the horrible pain in my arm wincing. Bloody hell, how long have I been here?! Where am I anyways? I groan moving my head to the side. Trees are all I see. A land of never ending trees.

God I hope someone finds me soon. I don't know how long I will be holding up. I struggle on my feet having an uneasy balance looking around at my surroundings.

The sun is almost fully down and I'm hungry and tired as well. Maybe Becka will give up, maybe she'll leave and go back to wherever she came from. I have no clue what to think or do so I guess my only option is to walk. To find my way back and head towards the freeway to look for help. It is all or nothing.

I look down at my bloody arm which is still having my fluids spew out onto the outside of my arm. I can feel the bullet grinding against my humerus which is very uncomfortable. Tears roll down my cold cheeks as I squint due to the wind blowing against me. I hate this. I am all on my own with no help what so ever.

"This is fucked up." I breath to myself. I walk towards the direction I remember coming from so I guess I am going South.

I glance back at the bush I'd been resting aside.

"Thank you bush." I say smiling at the skinny barren corsage of twigs and crunchy leaves.

Wow, did I just thank the bush? A non living subject...the drug has really gotten to me.

I wonder what Hannah and Alison are doing right now. Probably comforting Louis...Louis. Oh God, what if he gives up on me thinking that I'm dead. More tears roll down my cheeks with the mixture or both pain and sadness.

I start to hum a random tune that I make up whilst walking over logs and twigs, dragging my feet behind me. I stop crying and focus on one thing. Getting help, that is all I need. Help. Even though I am a independent person well now is not the time for me to be courageous ,because I have nothing nor worth anything.

Cold tears run down my cheek due to the cold wind that devises the moisture in my eyes. I put finally remove my other arm which is well healthy and use full to put it in the warm velvet pocket of my coat.

"Ah...ah.." I yelp as my warm uncovers the deep painful gape in my now pale arm.

"Bloody hell! Ah!" I yell louder as my arm shifts down to my side.

"God." I manage to breath strain.

I try to move my right bloody arm but I feel no strength let alone connection from my arm to my mind. Great, just fucking great.

I continue walking and breathing in and out clouds of water vapor from my mouth. When I'm free, I will write a strongly worded letter to Becka whilst she rots in her jail cell.

I can not even think she believes what Evan says. On how he loves her and that he'd do anything for her. Bullshit, I've heard it all before. Don't think I'm stupid, I fell for it yet she still listens to the bastard taking me hostage. I've never done anything to her, anything at all. I would understand if I beated her arse and she'd do this but not out of the blue of a command from a boyfriend.

The ground level rises and I somewhat climb up the slanted plain of the cold Earth. Looking down to see my warm blood gently flowing and literally soaking the sleeve of my now frosted coat. Great. It involuntarily plops on my side so I decrease my eager speed to reduce the pain in the muscles that are still sensing the pain on the wounded limb.

I frown like a child at my "boo-boo" before...

"Will you just hush, I lost her okay." I hear a woman's voice whisper yet loud.

My necks snaps up and my eyes follow the sound of my ears. Right in front of me stand my enemies Red Coat and Black Hoodie. Also known as Becka and Evan, also known as bitchy Barbie and crack head Ken. Also known as...you get it? O-Okay.

They face each other with they're arm in a confused motioned ,but Evan's arms are folded. I can't even do that. Yet I can't see their faces.

I gasp quietly before taking a step behind a thick tree. Fucking shit Eleanor what am I thinking!

I make my way back. Great ,but I'm now stupid enough to stay in the open with a red velvet coat in the background of the woods...whilst my kidnappers are one hundred percent searching for me. Smart.

My heart pounds but I manage to control my breathing. Dear God please let them stay in place and not find me. Please God, please.

I can not afford another beating, beating? Who knows if this is the last straw. I've pacifically done what Becka's told me not to do. Smart me, I know. But you would have done it.

-Flashback-

Eleanor's P.O.V

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.

-Flashback Ends-

Yep, I will be dead if they find me of course. What else would I think it's time mean. I mean...time for what? Another sex tape of humiliation?

I don't dare take a look from the tree. Unless I want a first ticket to the after - life ,but hell no thank you.

I listen closely leaning against the tree with my balance wobbly.

"So fucking what, the bitch couldn't have gone far anyways. Let's just go check around the freeway and hopefully we'll find her." She says

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

"Okay." I hear a deep voice. It doesn't sound like Evan yet it might be Dude..I mean Caleb. Well I have no clue okay, my vision, balance and hearing has been off lately. Did I mention my thoughts too?

I wait about two minutes before hearing the engine of a car and it's wheel's spinning off making my ears hurt.

... Are they gone? Best way is to check it, plus I don't hear the two anyways and they're most likely the ones that drove off. So I tilt to the side looking at the rusty apartment building once again with an empty parking lot accept an old rusty almost yellow white Jeep and a black motorcycle that is leaned on the side.

Thank God. I sigh heavily and walk towards the pavement of the apartment complex. Now what. They're probably searching all roads for me meaning that I possibly can not even try to go towards that way. So plan B?

Right, I have no plan B. If Alison was here she'd know what to do...and I miss her attitude and smart mouth to be honest.

"Think Eleanor, think." I whisper to myself.

I come to a stop leaning against the glass door of the apartment clearing my head.

Okay since Becka is out and searching for me. That leaves the apartment empty and free to use, plus I might bleed to death if I don't get this stopped and cleaned up. Or even infected which maybe for painful...or less? Or more...because I become weak and then die ,but if I get it infected my white blood cells would send irritating sensation to my nerves causing me to....Never mind.

Enough about school. I need to focus of what my new plan is ,because I was too stupid to make another one.

I look around the empty lot before sighing. Might as well try. Try. One word many things and that word is what my life is depending on right now.

I get up and open the unlocked glass door walking into the somewhat warmer apartment. I have to admit, it feel quit weird using my left arm when I'm a right hand.

"Achoo!" I sneeze loudly before sniffling and scrunching up my nose. Gross.

I walk up the stairs and look down the long hallway. Hear goes luck.

"Oh dear God please be with me." I repeatedly whisper.

I am going to wash off my arm and do nothing else after ,but leave. I will waste no time, no time what-so-ever and bolt because hell. I don't know what time they're coming back weather it's tomorrow, in two minutes, an hour or never. I don't care...I need to do this.

Like Louis always says, "You never know until you try. Even if it means pushing yourself to the bloody hell limit."

I smile at the thought of Louis' light accent with his cute yet small, cheeky, quirky smile that would always light up my heart. God I love this guy.

My smile fades as I stand in front of the door of the apartment. 215. In three small wooden carved letters. I sigh and look sideways. Let me just pray that it's op-...

My fingers don't even have trouble turning the nob which turn freely. Wow.

I take a deep breath before taking a step into the apartment. Alright El let's do this. Come on, be brave like Louis.

I walk into the apartment which still has the lamp lit in the corner upon the small coffee table. Memories force themselves into my thoughts but I push them far behind focusing on the real reason on why I am here.

I turn my head walking down the hallway towards the bathroom and feel the wall for the switch. I switch on the lights and gasp.

I blink my eyelids rapidly. No. Fuck no. God no. Lord no.

I freeze. Freeze in front of who I thought was gone. Gone out looking for me. Freeze in front of my enemy. The one who insists on getting rid of me. For good. She's here. Staring at me with her eyes cold behind her mask. My heart shivers inside of me. I can feel it. My breathing becoming uneven. Christ.

It isn't long until she speaks her cruel words which I've been waiting to peirce through both my ears and hope.

"So. You came back." She says.

I swallow hard looking behind her at the beige colored wall. God did I screw up.

"Answer me Eleanor Calder." She says between her teeth.

"I-.....I-.." Words can't form. My throat is dry for I no longer know my plan.

I can't run. Surely she will catch me and if I rebel this time for sure I know it will be the end. Be my end. Be the end of me.

"You what." She snaps causing me to jump.

Before I know it my injured arm is struck by the hard shove her Becka. I close my eyes tightly whilst falling involuntarily to floor with my right side rubbing friction against the wall. Somehow my left arm had flew out from my side now covering the hole within my wounded and bleeding limb.

"Looks like you have a little ouchy doesn't it Eleanor." She says looking down.

"I hate you." I cry weak.

With that she grabs my hair like the day before and drags me down the hallway.

"Let me go Becka! Please! You know this isn't fucking right! You know! " I yell.

She struggles a little but manages to drag me still.

This doesn't add up. If she's here then who were those two back there? Fakes?....it all adds up! She fucking set me up. And I. I fell for it. God, I screwed up.

Becka places me in the center of the living room and I lay on the cold floor. I get up and rub my arm whilst trying to balance my weight. My scalp burns as blood once more trickles down my forehead. This must be her signature torture.

"Eleanor, you obviously are ...one of a kind. But I hate you and you my friend. You don't even deserve to be here. To be fucking living." She says with her head leaning down.

I shiver at the shinny coat of plastic across her face. Damn bitch anger issues.

"What did I ever do you to Becka? I've been nothing but a worker and a bystander in your life and yet you want to kill me?" I say quietly.

My stomach growls as I watch her bend down to fetch something from her red leather bag. She returns with a whip in hand. I gulp. Wow.

"Please don't, ple-" I am shut up quickly by the sting of leather across my cheek.

I waste no times releasing my tears, "Take off my fucking coat before I shoot you. Right. Now....I want you to feel the pain I've felt." She orders.

Pain? So what is this...revenge? But why me? Why does she want revenge on me out of all people. Because I am weak?

I shrug off the coat quickly even with my arm being...dead?

She chuckles and draws the whip again before stopping, "And...stand up while you're at it."

I sigh and stand in place whilst receiving more whips, I can feel the redness in my face. Just perfect.

Becka then whips against my chest harder. The shock in my body over does it and I fall to my knees.

I hear footsteps before seeing heels beside me as I lay on the floor weak. My eyes are hooded and I've lost a lot a blood.

"You fell..Huh, you're weaker than I thought you were bitch." She says

Becka bends down beside me and I feel a sharp pain in my abdomen, it's not just any pain. I strain my head up to see a six inch kitchen knife inside of me. I sigh and close my eyes.

God.

"Poor Louis' going to have a dead girlfriend." She mocks.

I get up tiredly struggling to my feet.

"I'm going to tell everyone what a total bastard you really are!" I scream.

I limp towards the kitchen before her response.

"Oh I don't think so" Becka replies.

Before I know it I feel a sharp pain between my shoulder blades. I yelp in pain.

I fall to the ground still conscious receiving more painful stabs to my body.

"Help! Someone...please!...Louis....Louis please help me...I-...Please...Anyone...Louis.." I cry out loud helplessly.

I feel my back getting soaked whilst laying in my own blood. Becka manages to climb on top of me to stab at better angles. She stabs at my neck as I shriek louder in pain. The pain. It's horrible. As it someones just cutting at you with scissors.

I try to defend myself, come on El. I can still do this.

I put my hands out to block the now bloody blade but only receiving more stabs into my hands both inner and outer. Fuck.

"Why are you doing this." I ask with tears streaming down my cheeks with pain, frustration and sadness.

She doesn't answer and pulls out a thick brown colored sketchy rope from her pocket. The silver weapon is jagged into my forearm and I wince.She's won. Becka has won. Evan has won.

I've loss. I've been lost. I'm finished. This is the end, my end. The end of me. Eleanor Calder. The end of my life. The end of Louis and Eleanor, Eleanor and Louis.

Becka wraps the rope around my neck yet I still manage to reach towards her neck in a fight and struggle for air, dominance and my life.

Her body on top of mine is too much. All I see if red and a shinny glare of her hideous mask. She uses all her strength She wants to remove me. Get rid of me. And she will succeed as I wait here...in an unknown apartment waiting for my death.

I am too weak, my body is extremely beaten, stabbed and torn apart.

Breathing becomes harder and my vision is getting blurry.

Louis. My Louis, for he doesn't know what is happening this very moment. Yet I will love him and I always will...I always will.

My eyelids close and my arms drop against the floorboards. All I see if darkness. My lungs are no longer working. I feel it.

I feel the weight of my killer remove and hearing a sigh.

I force myself to open my eyes once more just a slit for God has given me a chance of peace.

I see the mask beside me. My eyes move upwards the body that is blood stained by me, Eleanor the victim. The scene makes me light headed.

And I here I see. I see....

And here I see who I never in a million years would have thought. Yes I am wrong or I may be seeing things. But for sure I see.

Hannah.

Hannah Sorbe.

My eyes force close leaving me darkness and I am dead. Me Eleanor Calder. Yet don't forget me, please.

Notes

Decicated to Roberta Kennedy, @ ,StepHarry ,@LouisLady, MadisonStyles4ever ,Louis_boobear143 ,HannahStyles,Arye_Horan ,
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Thank you my little red coats, for we have made it this far.

Plot twist? Why?! Why!? Or was Eleanor imagining stuff.. (Please don't write your full theory)

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