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Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Chapter 80

Harry's P.O.V

I look around once more, but the cries have stopped. Eleanor? I-it can't be, I must be imagining things. I continue walking down the hallway consciously until. . .

"Some help me please!" Eleanor's voice cry out again.

"Hello? Eleanor!" I call out spinning on my heels.

"Please no!" She screams even louder.

My ears are aching at the sound of Eleanor's cries. I walk to one door putting my ear against it hearing nothing, the other. . . nothing.

"Eleanor! Where are you!" I yell.

Okay, this is odd I can not being imagining this it seems so. . . so real. I walk back and forth hearing the cries over and over again. Tears roll down my cheeks in sorrow as I am frantically searching for where the noise is coming from. Walking down a bit I put my ear to a door listening closely.

"Louis. . . anyone please!" I listen to Eleanor's voice on the other of the door.

This is the one.

I quickly turn the knob opening the door like a ninja to a large luxurious room. The antique yet vintage furniture fills the large space as I look around in search of Eleanor yet she is no where to be found. M

"Eleanor?" I question out loud.

My eyes wander around the room to only see an old time record spin around. . .and around . . .and around with some pauses and the reverse of Eleanor's cries.

What? This makes no sense how could someone have recorded something like that. I run my hand over my curls walking towards the record pressing the off button. Unfortunately the record continues, spinning, and spinning, and just never ending the horrid cries of the now murdered girl.

I hear the door having some movement before looking back at the door. What? I take a few steps putting my hand on the knob to re-open the door.

"Bloody hell." I whisper to myself trying to turn the knob with all of my might.

It is locked. I try both hands yet they fail to open the door.

"Someone pleases help me! Louis! Anyone!" Eleanor's voice continues.

I breath out exhausted and look around the room before walking to the rack and grabbing a long, charcoal colored cane and walking to the old record. With the tears in my eyes my blurry vision swirls the record in circles causing me to bring up my hand and wipe the tears away. I lift up the cane as if I am golfing and swing it down hard, hitting the record with a clash! I do it again breaking the top piece.

Even though with my destruction, Eleanor's cries still play on. I feel like I am going to lose it. Knowing that she is dead and yet her voice of crying is replaying over, and over only hurts my heart even more.

I breath unevenly as my head spins and my heart pounds. I shut my eyes ever so tightly hoping to get rid of the pain.

Again I raise the cane violently hitting the record harder this time as if it were for the fans . . .for the band. . . for Louis, and of course for Eleanor.

"L-l-l-louuuuuuis pl-l-lease." The record slurs it's words together damaged.

I continue until it looks deformed. Yet it still plays on, I breath heavily not just from exhaustion, but from the pain that this is causing within me. Flinging the cane behind me and on the couch I use my large hands, picking up the record high above my head.

My teeth grinned together I aim at the ground before allowing my arms to lower ever so quickly. My fingers let go letting the old time record collide with the floor underneath my feet into pieces that spread out afar with some shatters tough my feet.

"It's stop. . .it's over. It is all over." I whisper to myself staring out at the fireplace in the center of the living room.

Running my hands over my curls once again, I brush my thumb over my bottom lip with a shaky hand. I walk back to the door only to find it locked. Shit.

"Hello! Anybody there!" I yell so hard that my vocals hurt.

"Let me out! Please! Open. The. Door!" I shout huskily whilst I rattle the wooden door in my gasp.

Who the hell would do this? I do not even have my phone since I thought I wouldn't fucking need it.

Tired, I walk back to the couch to collect the cane and back. Standing back I aim twice, fake hitting the door before slamming the cane against the door only to have it split in half with the other piece falling to the floor.

"Let me out God damnit!" I yell loudly as I hit the cane against the door with a rhythm.

I put my hand in my hands setting the cane down beside my leg and shaking my head in frustration.



And then it hits me. . .

Eleanor's murderer is here.

Notes

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Comments

@Sameria
Yea

Bipolar Bipolar
3/21/15

@Bipolar
Really!? Aw ilsym :) Thank you!

Yeezy Yeezy
3/21/15

OK ok look

I personally think that instead of publishing that piece of shit 'after' they should publish this (maybe with different characters)

Bipolar Bipolar
3/21/15

Next chapter more drama? Wow. This chapter was drama filled. I can't imagine what's next.

LTStyles92 LTStyles92
7/30/14

Update


Mrs_Tommo53 Mrs_Tommo53
7/25/14