Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Susan Calder's P.O.V

I involuntarily shiver as I wrap my arms over again across my chest. I nod and shyly smile at Rachel as she explains something about her cat Tabby . . . yet all the words go in my ears and out the other ignoring the woman. I am cold , tired , worn out ,and over whelmed at this point. My only child has passed away leaving me alone in his cold world. Tilting my head I think the story of her cat is now over so I smile and nod.

" Aha , alright well thank you Rachel. I will be right back." I tell her.

"Alright Susan." is all she says before I walk away towards Louis and Johannah.

" You alright." Joy asks me quietly so the surrounding guests do not hear.

"Yes , I'm doing fine , but you know . . . to take it all in." I whisper back.

All of a sudden Joy wraps her arms around me pulling me close. I hug her back careful not to press hard upon her abdomen knowing that she is expecting.

"Oh love , I know it's hard. Bare with it okay. . ." She coos over me.

I nod closing my eyes before letting her go and standing beside her and Louis. Louis looks over giving me a smile and hugs me as well resting his chin on my head.

" I will be right back ." I say walking backwards.

Both Louis and Johannah nod before I fully turn around walking towards the glass table in front of the Hail Mary picture. I hold my purse whilst shoving my hand in the black purse in search of the CD . Finally my fingers brush over a plastic cover and I pick up the CD hearing a door close with a roar of the guests.

Squinting my eyes I try and see what the big idea is. I swear if paparazzi has gotten their way in . . . suddenly I catch a glimpse of him.

Scrappy blonde musky hair , a stern expression , droopy blue eyes , with his body slouched out of place. He walks towards a group of men nodding his head before greeting them. Wearing nothing appropriate , just dressed in a blue faded t-shirt , dusty jeans , and a auburn colored sweatshirt.

Why is he here? Who told him about it anyways. . . he was never here.

Of course he may be Eleanor's father , but still it breaks my heart that Eleanor never really knew her father. I mean , it was his choice. His choice to leave us and wander the streets doing drugs.

Plus he had a nasty hobby. Or shall I say has a nasty hobby though I do not know is he continues. Brian Calder was a well man . . . had everything. Money , a large home , a beautiful daughter , a supportive wife , a high job of ruling others what more could he have wanted?

That was what I wondered when I found out that he slept with his employees for money. After that our marriage went down south.

I chuckle putting the CD down on the glass table and crossing my arms.

Once I had found out Brian turned to the affection of drinking turning into a monster. That was when Eleanor had lost her father . . . completely though it had hurt me that I had lost my partner yet it hurt most for Eleanor Jane.

After that Brian gambled away all of the company's money and later half of the family's. I'd gotten fed up one night packing Eleanor and my things leaving with all the money left after throwing all of his clothes on the front step that snowy afternoon. Sighing at the memories I look back at Brian who speaks loudly across the room.

Anger boils through my veins before I start walking towards my ex. His laughter ends once he spots me. I smile big at his reaction before roughly grabbing the arm of his sweatshirt and pulling him past the men surrounding him.

Once we are alone in the dimly lit hallway I take a moment calming myself despite the confusion upon his face.

I feel like pushing him down the stairs at this point.

"What are you doing here?!" I ask him whilst whispering.

"Well I didn't know that I wasn't allowed to attend my daughter's funeral." He says back.

I chuckle, "Your daughter? You are pathetic. You were never there for her, instead you were there for the lonely alcohol am I right." I whisper louder.

"Susan you can not keep her away from me now like you have all of her life!" He yells.

"Brian she was grown. Eleanor Jane could have looked for you when she was alive, but she didn't! So do not blame me." I yell back with tears falling.

"Oh for the love of Christ don't cry." He coos with his emotions changing.

"It is my daughter's wake. Therefore I can cry." I whisper.

"Someone killed our daughter Susan. Now can't I at least say my goodbye with you as family. . ." His eyes look sadden.

I swallow hard weighing my options before answering, " You can stay ,but please where something nice the day of her funeral." I beg looking up at him.

Brian nods, "Of course. But I have a question for you."

"Yes?"

"Do you know who killed Eleanor Jane?" Brian asks serious.

I shake my head slowly, "No. I do not." I say with my voice dry.

"Do you know of anyone who is capable of killing her?" He presses.

"N-no. I do not." I shutter looking down.

Throughout the years Brian has always made me feel . . .small.

"How about that Evan kid. You remember what a coward he was." Calder whispers looking back down.

"Brian stop it, he is a kid. I do not think that he killed Eleanor now please stop it." I whisper looking at my flats.

"Stop it? You want me to stop trying to allow our daughter from living in peace? No! No Susan! I will not." His voice raises.

"Please." I beg my ex looking back up upon him.

"Everyone listen up! If you know of anyone who had murdered our little girl. . . speak up! All you asses stare up at me as if I am dumb! Well if it was your kid, your daughter wouldn't you try and solve the fucking open case! " Brian's loud yet deep voice hollers from above me.

I look down at all of the faces looking up at us.

"If you are the murderer of Eleanor. . . I am warning you now! You are the devil, and when we find you! I will burn you alive at the gates of Hell for all to see! Now. . . please raise your glasses as in your gratitude that you will try. . . try to solve the case of our daughter Eleanor Jane Calder." Brian announces.

Everyone looks up at us blankly before a few glasses go up . . .and more , and more until everyone's glasses, and cups are held up high. I look back at my ex who's beer bottle is held up before doing the same with my wine glass.

"To Eleanor!" He yells.

"To Eleanor. . ." The we all repeat taking a sip and the roar of talking starts once again.

But this time louder.

I look back at Brian who has tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Thank you." I say deeply.

"No. . . thank you." He says pulling me into a warm hug.


Three Minutes Later

Harry's P.O.V

I feel a light tap on my shoulder as I am about to sit next to Detective Chloe and my mum. I turn around slightly to see Mrs. Calder smiling wearily at me.

"Hello Mrs. Calder." I whisper to her.

"Hello sweetheart. I was just wondering if you could go to the back of the church and out the back door to my car. And fetch the contribution CD. I seemed to grab the wrong one that was meant for the funeral tomorrow." She explains.

"Sure." I say smiling and walking out of my pew.

"Thank you so much. But you can start heading back once I make my speech okay?" She requests.

"Okay." I nod.

I watch as the older lady walks to the front pew sitting beside Louis who looks more than nervous.

"Why'd you have to leave us Eleanor. . ." I whisper to myself as I walk towards my mum who ushers some old people into a pew.

"Mum. . ." I say.

"Yes?" My mother's light British voice answers.

"I'm going to be gone for a second after Mrs. Calder's speech. She has asked me to do something. . ." I explain.

I watch as my mum walks back to me away from the old lady who's walker is place at the side of the pew.

"Okay. Hurry back love." She says cupping my face and kissing my forehead.

I make a gross face and hear her laugh as she goes and helps Mr. Hosten to remove the table full of appetizers.Walking back I stand behind the last row with my hands in front of me and my chin high in honor as Mrs. Calder bows and makes her way to the altar.

"Hello everybody . . . um please join us in prayer as we open the service of my daughter. Eleanor Calder's wake." Susan's soft, dry voice announces through the microphone.

I put my hand up as if I am holding someone else hands yet I am alone so I do it anyways as everyone stands and grab hands.

"Our Father, Who art in heaven,hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen." We all say in unison.

Once everyone is seated Susan continues.

"Since we are all here today. That must have meant you have been an important part of Eleanor's life. From family to friends, and to helpers of her situations of when she was living . . . um I thank you all for being here. . ." She says before looking down blinking a few tears.

I swallow my tears before she continues, " I thank you all for being here not just from Eleanor, but from me as well. She appreciates it and so do I. I beg of you all to keep her in your prayers and hearts as we say our speeches of Eleanor's wake today , November 14th. Thank you." She finishes.

Susan walks down sitting beside Eleanor's father, and Louis as Joy walks up on stage clearing her throat.

I start for the hallway walking down the dimly lit hallway I past numerous. This place seems extremely big . . . must be an important church is seems. My eyes wander the walls full of paintings of soldiers at battle, some love paintings and such until I hear a faint cry. With my head turning I continue walking as the cry gets louder and easier to hear. I look around confused.

"Help! Someone...please!" I hear a girl cry as if she is crying.

"Hello?" I question as my feet stop, looking at the many doors in the abandoned hallway. I am the only one in this hallway.

"Louis please help me...please!" I hear the cry once again as I furrow my eyebrows.

Cold sweat runs down my back as my heart start to thump inside of my chest as the cries of sorrow repeat over and over until it stops having a pause. My heart beats even more as I recognize the cries.

Eleanor?

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