Show Me Where it Hurts

“Shit!”

I couldn’t focus my eyes on the figure in the doorway. Whoever it was was tall, thin, and had long, brown hair. Not mens hair. It wasn’t Harry. The powdered pink blazer came into view and I recognised it instantly as Eleanor.

Eleanor held the ornate, vintage lamp that sat outside Harry and I’s bedroom door on an end table decoratively.

I looked at the body on top of me, almost limp. Will was bleeding, and it was falling down onto my vest.

“Annie! Annie! Fuck.. can you, can you hear me?” Eleanor was trembling viciously. “What the-shit! Fuck. Oh my God, is he dead?"

She was crying but all I could do was lie there with him on top of me, speechless. Knowing how close I had come to rape, murder.

“Please say something. Has he drugged you? Fucking.. Annie!”

Suddenly, I jumped. I blinked thrice and clambered to get him off of me. When he rolled over I could see that his face held no signs of consciousness but I could see the steady rise and fall of his chest.

I grabbed Eleanor like she was the last person I would ever see. I held her so tightly and cried against her. She had saved my life. She was 5ft 6 and thin and gentle in her usual manner and she had just thrown an ornate 1960’s steel-framed lamp at my crazed ex-boyfriend.

“Annie, he’s moving.” Eleanor finally pulled back, her face tear-stained too. “Call the police.”

She nodded toward the phone and I reached for it, grabbing a hold of her wrist and dragging her into Ivy’s bedroom, not before picking up Noah on the way.

I thanked God we had those old country doors that locked with a key from the outside, ensuring that Will wouldn’t be leaving the confines of my bedroom unless he jumped the eight feet fall to the garden below.

And then there was Ivy. Where was she? I frantically searched her room. Nothing. I started to shake. How could I just lose a daughter?

“Annie?” Eleanor had joined in my search and was standing with her mouth slightly agape, looking into the small, white wardrobe on the other side of the bedroom.

There she was. Completely sound asleep with the stuffed animal she adored stuffed between the crevice of her neck and her shoulder, her lips slightly parted and her breathing audible.

“Baby?” I whispered, the smile evident in my voice. I heaved as I picked her up. She was way too heavy now for my frame, often only held by Harry nowadays. I saw Harry vividly in my imagination, pulling hid bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled his little girl onto his hip, wrapping one arm firmly around her and the other resting on her back, keeping her close to him at all times. When the paparazzi would circle them, the hand would move to her head, as well as his lips, pressing reassuring kisses to her over and over again, soothing the fear that came with all the attention the strangers were giving her.

She stirred but didn’t wake up long enough to know something was wrong, as I placed her back into her bed. My best guess was that she had heard the foreign voice of Will, recognising the difference in accents between him and her father, she was afraid. Mixed with her phobia of the dark, she had probably clambered into the wardrobe to hide and fallen asleep.

I breathed deeply and my eyes shot up to Eleanor, who looked terrified.

“What are you doing here?” I finally said to her, watching as she held Noah, the feeling obviously alien to her.

She swallowed and looked down at her lap. “It’s not important, now.”
“Eleanor?” I said. “You just saved my life, I have time to listen.”
“I told him.” She said, with a little coercion. “He wasn’t happy. We fought. I came here. I couldn’t make that drive back to London but you were here and I knew you’d look after me."

Shit. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt for pushing the decision on her. I let the issue drop, deciding that this wasn’t the right place or time to discuss it and remembering that we had a crazed psychopath in the home.

“The line is dead.” I said, my throat dry, bringing the phone down from my ear. “He’s cut the telephone lines.”
“You’re not serious?” If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in this fucking nightmare I would have taken the time to admire Eleanor holding Noah in her arms. “I left in such a rush I didn’t even bring mine."

I thought seriously about what we could do. I bit down on my nail and looked towards the door.

“He has my phone on him.” I said, to nobody in particular. “If I’m quiet, if he’s still passed out..”
“There is no fucking way you are going back there!” She hissed, covering Noah’s small face from he harsh words. “He is a psychopath. I can’t believe it. That he broke into here-“
“El, please.” I sighed deeply, wondering why this had to happen to me.

Wondering why I agreed to let Harry stay in LA. Wondering why he didn’t think this would happen. Wondering why he wasn’t here now. Wondering if he’d ever leave the city again when he felt the guilt of what had happened this time.

“I’m going in there.” I said, picking the key out of my bra and locking them all in, ignoring my best friends pleas. Her presence had empowered me, not to mention the way that she had de-brained Will in her strong attack.

His body was still stiff as I tip-toed as silently as possible over to him. This is going to be fine, I thought. He won’t wake up.

I bit my lip as I hooked a finger around his pocket. Nothing. The other, nothing. I cursed, realising it could be in his back pockets. Then, I spotted it. Will had been wearing one of those University sweaters with the front pocket in the middle. I was sure I could see the outline of my iPhone, and I was right. As I sunk my hand in, I felt the smooth glass against my fingertips. Hastily, I pulled it out and looked behind me to step out of the room.

“If you wanted to take my clothes off, you should have just said.” He smiled, hoarsely. I blinked in horror. Why didn’t I stay in that fucking room?

Whilst cursing myself in my head, I hadn’t noticed the sensation of liquid pooling against my shirt. I had hardly felt the blade slice through me. I didn’t scream, or shout, I just lost the air in my chest. I looked down at my side. The knife was lodged there, with Will’s strong hand, full of conviction, wrapped around it.

“The end.” Will said, and that was the last thing I remembered, before I tumbled to the ground like a tonne of bricks.

Notes

THIS ISNT THE END!

I will be finishing the story in around three chapters though.. hang on, I know you hate me for my cliff-hangers but I neeeeeed feedback and it’s the best way to get it! If everybody leaves plenty of feedback.. I’ll update again :)! x