Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Lynwood, California.

Susan's P.O.V

I shut off the vacuum setting it against the wall before walking to my bedroom and searching for a pack of killers. Once I find it, I take about three holding onto one and putting the other two in my pocket. I grab my lighter and head out down the stairs into the front of my house closing the door behind me and Tully. Sitting myself up on the first step with my feet on the second I scoot myself on the hard cement in the shade with my ash tray beside me. I light my fag and put it in mouth inhaling the dry, toxic smoke off of the substance. Instantly my head feels lighter and the thoughts are now clearing out yet roaming around my being.

"Eleanor!" I hear a man's voice shout.

Suddenly I inhale sharply look across the street to find a young girl running out into her front yard with an angry man sulking after her. His eyes in slits with his hand holding a beer bottle and a fag in both. Only wearing a white muscle shirt and dirty jeans his reputation to me is nowhere good.

"I wanna play!" She shrieks.

"Eleanor don't play bitch with me. Take a shower and then you can come out and play." He presses as he grabs her small arm.

My heart drops at her name. . .Eleanor. I manage to swallow away my tears as I slump against my house in the shade watching as young Eleanor picks up her dolls with grace as her father looks at her with nothing, but annoyance.

"Okay. Fine." Eleanor gives in before being pulled away into the small house across the street.

Eleanor. . .what a beautiful name. Looking down I take a couple breaths of my cigarette before looking to the neighbors around. A group of at least five children are riding their bikes up and down their driveway in smiles as they live carefree under the watch of a lady who sits on their lawn on the phone. Her golden blonde hair stops at her shoulders and she smiles as she nods on the phone yet I can't see her eyes due to the dark shades she seems to be wearing.

Today is my daughter's funeral. Never in a million years have I thought I would be attending my daughter's funeral, I thought it'd be the other way around. Yet things happen in the world that can simply tear your heart apart. I cannot help, but feel that it is my fault that Eleanor was murdered. Maybe I should have begged her to stay with me instead of going out into the rich lands of California and living with friends, boyfriends and such.

I should have just flown back to England once I'd parted with Brian. But Eleanor might have not met Louis which I believe is the love of her life. The way her eyes sparkled up when she was with him. . .just beautiful. As a mother all I wanted to do was protect Eleanor, but as soon as she moved out I barely say her.

With shaky hands I put my hand over my moon necklace Eleanor Jane had bought me months ago. The last time I saw her alive, and beautiful.

My head turns to see Eleanor running out into the lawn with a small pink stroller and two baby dolls in the seat going for a bumpy ride down her driveway and down the sidewalk. I watch as her piggy tails brush her shoulders with her bare feet making small sounds as she bounces up and down whilst walking. I inhale my cigarette once again and blow out with the smoke flowing freely through my parted lips. Eleanor continues strolling her dolls up and down the sidewalk as I smoke my thoughts away before a black Jeep pulls up by the curb of my house.

Instantly my heart lifts up as the sight of my off-and-on boyfriend Chase shuts the car door and starts walking towards me. It has been months since I last saw him, yet he is on the run for some crimes. Last one he told me about was that he killed his wife, because he threatened to take his teenage daughter Sally away. Sally came to live with us, but Chase was really never home as much. Once night when he was home Sally decided to run off with her boyfriend leaving Chase more than devastated. She still has yet not returned. A previous crime was when he came home with bloody clothing, said he killed a drunk because he didn't give him the money he owed him.

Of course these things do scare me, but he is so much different with me. Eleanor had never met him, because at the time she was up and out living her life. Chase was never really in my life as well. . . just in and out and such so what use was it to tell her.

I look up at his tall figure as he stands in front of me speechless with his eyes stern before putting a cigarette to his lips and blowing. Rising from my seat on the warm cement I stand in front of him with my arms folded not knowing what to do. My vision focuses on young Eleanor across the street who rocks one baby doll in her arms making small cries with her pink lips.

"Susan." Chase finally talks.

"Hello Chase." I say taking a breath.

"How are you." He asks running his thumb over my bottom lip.

"I'm well Chase and you." I question back.

"I'm okay. . . I just came here to get my stuff." Chase informs me as we walk up the stairs.

I can't help, but look back to Eleanor across the street. She is now sat down on the green grass with an empty real baby bottle in her hand held at the cherry colored lips of the baby doll's mouth. She's too cute I tell you.

Once we are in my home Chase makes his way up the stairs towards the hallway. I sigh following, I guess there goes another one. It is not my first break up of course and I was never in love with Chase. But I sure do love him . . . even with his horrible flaws and misdeeds. He opens his one drawer and sits his suitcase on my bed putting his very little belongings in it. With my arms folded I stand in the doorway just watching as he packs.

You know what hurts. Is that he does have the heart to have the smallest bit of sympathy for the loss of my one and only child. And don't get me wrong. I know he knows that she died, it's all over the neighborhood with the flowers covering my front yard, but I try to look over them only because it'll bring me sorrow. The sound of the zipper catches me off guard as Chase makes his way towards me to walk out. On me. I inhale the air filling in my lungs as I stand my ground.

"Are you going to let me leave." Chase questions standing over me with his gaze weary.

"Chase Roberts you are a hell of a coward." I speak lowly with my voice flat.

He furrows his eyebrows before swallowing and bring his hand up to move over his musky beard on his chin, "Me, a coward?" He says.

"Yes a coward as in how dare you not say you'er sorry for the loss of my daughter." I reason looking up at him. I am now starting to hate this bastard.

"Sorry for your loss? I didn't kill your daughter." Chase says chuckling extremely hard until he coughs.

"I never said you did." I whisper to him tilting me head to study his expression.

Anger builds up within me as he continues to laugh at me. How dare he? Before I can calm myself I stroll over to the kitchen, grabbing the largest knife from my set that I'd never use before. Walking back Chase is nowhere to be found , no more laughs or cackles just plain silence. Maybe he left. . .walking backwards to check I see his black truck still on the side of the road with no sign of a driver.

"Bastard." I breathe to myself as I tighten my grip on the knife.

I make my way to the stairs and down to my basement to find the television on with Chase sitting on one of the couches having a beer. His eyes draw to me and back to the TV with no words spoken. Once I am facing him, I shut my TV off with the knife behind my back. No one rules me.

"Get out." I speak calmly.

"I was just watching some TV." Chase reasons with a slur of words.

"I do not care Chase get out." I warn.

"Or what. . .or you're gonna kill me like you killed your daughter." He says shaking his head.

My eyes widen as I bring my hand from my back holding the blade to face Chase catching him off guard. Instantly his hands move into the air as a sign as surrender.

"How dare you! I wanted to protect her!" I scream angry with tears falling.

"You killed her didn't you!" Chase challenges me yelling back.

"No! I wanted those fans to just leave her alone all I did was protect her you know that!" I cry holding the knife towards him.

Chase rises from his seat taking a sip of beer, I want him to leave.

"Leave Chase." I say glaring at him. He never knew Eleanor not even me.

"You. . . you killed your daughter." He speaks with a tired expression.

"No I didn't!" I scream so high pitched that my vocals hurt.

Before I know it I charge at Chase with the weapon, grabbing onto his back with the blade making a deep incision into his shoulder blade. I close my eyes with tears falling as I hold it in deeper feeling a strong pull on my shirt pulling me back as well as the blade in my hand. Stumbling against the coffee table and fireplace I watch as Chase yelps in pain with some tears and his hand on his shoulder blade.

"You're crazy!" He yells.

"No I'm not!" I yell back broken.

"You killed her didn't you. You killed Eleanor, because you wanted her to be your's and only your's. But she just didn't want you now didn't she. She wanted to live to grow up. Be her own person, but you made sure that in hell it didn't happen. And killed your own daughter Susan!" Chase challenges.

He makes a face from the pain before taking a gulp of his beer. No, no I didn't I protected her. I tried my best and now. . .

"Leave Chase!" I scream.

"And if I don't." He says.

I walk back to him raising the knife one more time, but this time face a challenge as he holds me firming against the wall trying to get the knife from my grip. The crash of glass is heard looking down to find the glass bottle of strong alcohol spilled with shards of glass on my wooden floor. Giving up I allow my fingers to undo with Chase forcefully grabbing my weapon. His hot, bad smelling breath is blowing at my face as he is out of breath. The smell of beer fills my lungs as I try to look away. Soon I feel the point of the cold cutter on my cheek closing my eyes and ready for his revenge of getting me as hurt as he is.

"You know Susan. . . you're a handful." Chase informs me.

"Yeah well you're not so easy yourself Chase." I say back still looking at the ground.

Surprisingly I am released and Chase turns around to walk up the stairs with me following. I cannot believe what had just happened, but I have loosed my mind and have stabbed someone. Breathing uneven I watch as Chase picks up his suitcase looking at me with a pause.

"Why did you kill her Susan." Chase asks me.

I swallow hard.


-Flashback-

Susan's P.O.V


I follow her as she struggles her way to the kitchen. The smell of blood fills the entire vacant space causing me to silently gag before raising my hand to stab her in the back directly for the spine hearing her yelp and falling to the floor. Before I know it I am on top of my victim strangling the delicate life from her reach as her arms fling up to prevent my actions. My arms start to shake due to the strength I build up to tighten the rope from around her neck. My eyes blink rapidly as the light from her eyes disappears and her arms fall beside her.

Sighing, I get up standing over her taking a look at what is now left of her. . . she never deserved to go like this. . .but I just had to. I silently start to cry over my guilt. . . what have I done.


-Flashback Ends-



Susan's P.O.V

"I didn't." I whisper with tears falling onto my red cheeks.

"Oh yeah? Well then look me in the eyes and tell me. I did not kill my daughter, Eleanor Calder." Chase presses.


-Flashback-


Susan's P.O.V

"Hi mum. . ." I greet my mother as I hold onto her hand and putting the flowers on the table next to her.

"Hi sweetheart." She smiles sitting up in her hospital bed.

"How are you." I smile back studying her condition.

"I'm alright, but I've been worried about you Susan Anne." She says concern.

I furrow my eyebrows, what now, "Yeah mum?" I question her.

"Eleanor's wake is next week and I just want to clarify that. . .you didn't do anything stupid lately am I right." She asks me.

I sigh heavily, "Just because I've made mistakes does not mean that I. . .wow how low mother. How low. Why would I kill my daughter." I whisper to her, is she mad?

"I am sorry, but if you have I would like for you to turn yourself in sweetie." She says softly.

I shake my head looking down, "Honey?" my mother calls quietly.

Looking up I smile at her before grabbing her breathing mask from off her face and setting it on the table out of her reach. My mother's eyes widen as she struggles for air, hearing the machine of her heart rate decrease. I watch as the line go down and her eyes close before putting the mask back on her face in the right position.

"Ma'am what happened?" I hear a Doctor ask rushing in with nurses coming in.

"I-I don't know actually. She just froze, is she going to be alright?" I ask acting concern.

"I can see what I can do. Just be thankful that she is breathing in even with the short breaths." He informs me.

I nod walking out of the room leaving my mother in the care of the doctors.

-Flashback Ends-


Susan's P.O.V

"I did not kill my daughter, Eleanor Calder." I say squinting my eyes.

Chase shakes his head as if he knows me better than myself and I hold the door open for him. He walks out onto the front step and throws the knife on the floor almost stabbing into my foot, but luckily I moved. As soon as he turns back around I catch the glimpse of Chase's bloody shoulder with a stain on his blue shirt walking away. Quickly I slam the door only to breathe out with my tears falling once again. These hormones, I swear.

I walk up the stairs after picking up the bloody knife and washing it in the sink. After I am done I get a rag to wipe the blood on my floors from in the basement and at the front of my door. I did not kill my own daughter, how sick would that be.

-Flashback-

Susan's P.O.V

I walk over to my mother's bedside looking down at her. The entire room is silent except for the beeping of the machine. My mother inhale and exhales slowly with her eyes closed and I hold onto her small fragile hand.

"I'm sorry mum. . ." I say looking down at her.

The doctor told me that she's going to be in a coma for the rest of her life meaning that she can no longer attend Eleanor's funeral. Of course I feel guilty, but I have a temper. . .a horrible, horrible temper. Then I just start doing horrible things, stupid things in fact.

"I didn't do anything stupid." I tell my mother before bending down to kiss her forehead.

I feel a small squeeze in my hand from my mother causing me to smile.

-Flashback Ends-


Susan's P.O.V

My chest rises quickly with blood rushing to my head as I stand in front of Eleanor's room. The last time she was here was about seven months ago, probably the last time she slept in her own bed in fact. I haven't been in this room since Eleanor died. . .never. I've always been. Too scared.

Sooner or later I'd have to face that fear and venture in myself. I freeze as my hand touches the golden, cold door knob. Looking down the echoes of Chase' words spin in my head. Was I drowned out of my thoughts? Do I not remember ?



. . . Did I really kill my daughter?

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