Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Reader's P.O.V

The projector took some time to load, but eventually the picture of an old fuzzy screen with some writing appeared. Weeps of women cry louder as men try their best to hold in their feelings. Susan takes a seat in the back, and Brian rises from his seat walking towards his ex wife as she reaches for the play button. Once the older woman's finger presses the button the sweet tune of Ed Sheeran's melody, Give Me Love plays as the lenses move. As the song plays, Louis tenses up a bit re-adjusting himself, and swallowing hard with no tears to shed. He pulls his overcoat forward tightly as his mother grabs a hold of his sweaty shaking hand into her's.

Eleanor Jane Calder
Sunrise : July 16th , 1992
Sunset: August 17th, 2013

It reads changing to a picture of one of the last pictures taken when Eleanor was alive. Susan desperately tries to hold in her tears as Brian hugs her with his eyes on the screen.

Dear baby girl,
Though you have left the world so suddenly.
We have made a video in honor of your life.

The words reads on the screen as Ed's powerful voice sings a harmony through the speakers out into the church. Pictures of when Eleanor was a child appears with little sweet poems at the bottom. Some pictures of Eleanor and Louis appear, others of Eleanor as a toddler with her mother, while some are short videos of when Eleanor was a baby kissing her mother adorably, and even her first bubble bath with her father. Brian Calder.

With the entire church being silent and eyes watching the sorrowful video, they sit and wonder. Who would want to take away the life of Eleanor Calder. I ask you here as the author, if Eleanor had survived what would she have done with being more than 1,000 miles from a non-meek town. Meaning that Ravenswood is a large area yet low populated town that has people live under the rules of which the Jews had when they first came to America. Only because the demanding mayor decided that the citizens should follow under his religion as well ,and live mainly in silence as noise is a divert of the heart and mind.

You have to understand that unlike the characters in this book. Both you and I know how the last few months of what Eleanor Calder's life was. Give a round of applause to her murderer who had everything planned by taking the twenty-one out to such a mellow town and taking her life away so gruesomely.Treating Eleanor like a slave with no soul. Having the warm blood of the victim splatter across their mask that covered their identity. Allowing a bullet blow into the body of their victim just for vengeance. Pulling the hair of Eleanor until blood trickled down her face, with the killer's teeth grinding harder by the second. With hate spreading over the person's heart, you probably don't believe he or she has one.Taking that rope to finish her off with a choke and a stroke that lasted with one cough.

Watching the light in Eleanor's eyes fade.

Where is the killer of Eleanor today?

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"Thank you for joining us today. Please join us in prayer as well as attend Eleanor's funeral tomorrow evening here in this same church." Louis speaks through the microphone.

Once the wake ends 30% of the sixty guests are in tears as of the other hold in their tears from the touching video. Most people stop beside Susan to hug and kiss her goodbye whilst others are too emotional for such actions rushing home before rush hour. Susan is dreaded in tears as the church empties. The only people that are left are Susan, Brian, Johannah, Louis, Anne, and Harry who are clearing the space for tomorrow. But Hannah, and Alison offered to help only being turned down by Susan saying it was all covered, and for them to leave and get some rest.


Susan's P.O.V

I hold onto Brian's hand tightly not wanting to let him go as he pries his hand away whilst rubbing my back.

"Don't leave me." I beg him with my eyebrows furrowing.

"I have to go home now. I will see you tomorrow Susan." His voice low.

"Since when did you have a place to stay." I ask him.

I thought he was on the streets?

"Well yeah but. . . " He doesn't finish his sentence and looks down at his feet.

I see where this is going. His bum wants to go get his ass drunk to forget about this, and our daughter's death. I do not blame of course, it hurts. But what hurts more is his addiction of drugs and drinking. . .it is no longer my problem Susan let it go. Let him go.

"Okay Brian, goodbye. See you tomorrow." I say with no emotion as I regain myself and getting up.

He pats my back once giving me a sympathetic smile before I watch his tall figure walk out the door of the church.

I wipe my tears and grab a bouquet from the table and my purse, taking my car keys out and walking down the dark hallway carefully with the bouquet yet quickly to bring my car to the front of the church, that way I can load my car with the many flowers, cards, and food.

Pushing the door of the back of the church I hear the roar of a crowd turning my head to see fans holding signs, and paparazzi snapping photos of my leaving guests. Fuck. I shake it off, and get in my car putting the flowers in the back seat and my black purse in the passenger's seat. Once I start my car I reverse out of my parking spot taking a turn past the crowd which are behind ropes with security guards guarding in front of them with their heads high and they eyes in slits. I breath outward exhausted before unbuckling my seat belt and opening the door hearing the loud bustle of screams and yells.


Louis' P.O.V

"Harry where are you taking me." I ask Harry as he pulls my arm down the dark hallway.

"I know this may hurt, but I saw something I think you should see." He answers me out of breath.

I have no fucking idea what is in his head of curls at this point. Harry and I end up walking into an empty room with lavishing furniture spread out and a large television along with a fireplace in the center. He walks past a horrible mess of metal, plastic and wooden looking pieces that look more than destroyed.

Why am I here?

"What?" I hear Harry question moving my attention to my friend looking at an empty DVD player.

"What." I ask him folding my arms.

"It was right here. . ." He says looking at me wide-eyed.

"What was right there." I ask him.

"The DVD, the video of them."

"Of who."

His eyes study me before he looks through the couches, throwing pillows and turning the place up-side down. What's with him. . .he better stop before we get in trouble.

"Harry stop it you're making this place a mess." I say to him.

He stops and frowns like a little kid, "It was here. . .it is here is has to be. She couldn't have taken it. I didn't see it with her." Harry whines close to tears.

Um. Okay?

"With who." I ask him.

"With no one. Forget about." Harry then brushes past my shoulder walking out of the room leaving the mess behind and I do the same walking towards the table of flowers and picking up two for both hands.

"Are you alright?" I ask him.

"Yeah just. . . really tired." He answer.

I nod and walk outside hearing thousands of screams of my name and shrieks as I lower myself placing the flowers in the backseat.


One Hour Later

Louis' P.O.V

I unlock the door to my somewhat new apartment walking in with some cards and flowers before setting them on the counter top. Inhaling deeply I wipe my tears from which I'd let fall during my drive home. I felt as though crying at the wake would make me look so. . . weak. But as soon as I got in my car and road away from my fans. . . I broke. Shattered as a glass mirror that had fallen and allowed my feelings to get the best of me.

Sighing I put everything down and head towards the bathroom, opening the door and getting undressed before stepping into the shower and putting the hot water on. I close my eyes letting the warm water relax my tense muscles and rinses off all my sweat before reaching for the Axe body wash.

Ten Minutes Later

Louis' P.O.V

"Hmm, hmm, hm. Hm, hm."I hum to the tune of "Story of My Life" as it plays on the radio.

I shake my bum, which fans think is somewhat big as I set the large bowl of macaroni on the table before going back to pour the pink lemonade into a tall glass. Call me gay, and I will kill you. Once I set the glass on the table I take the pot I had cooked macaroni in and put it in the dishwasher before walking to sit down at the dinner table. Alone.

I start digging in my cheesy homemade pasta. Takes alright actually, at least I read the directions. I re-adjust myself on the chair resuming to eat. To be honest. . .my bum is not as big. I mean sure it's jiggly, but not necessarily big . You should see my mum's. . . matter of fact don't tell her her I said that.

Reaching for my cold drink I pick it up and bring it to my lips until I hear a small knock at the hall causing me to pause. I sigh setting my drink down and walking to the door.

Who is it now.

"Who is it?" I ask waiting for an answer.

. . .Nothing.

Notes

I hope you liked it. Who's at the door? Comment your thoughts.
Updating tomorrow.

The Video for the Wake (Really important you click here!)-https://www.wevideo.com/hub/#media/ci/133959340?timelineId=131772174