In The Morning

Eleanor's P.O.V


"Wake up bitch...come on. Wake up sweetie." I hear a soft motherly voice coo.

I groan and open eyes slowly whilst stretching. If I'm going to be held hostage, might as well have an upgrade on this damn apartment. I yawn and get up sitting on my side on the cold mattress. It's so cold in here I swear, I am going to die of frostbite.

Looking around I see no one but I smell the aroma of sweet perfume. Of course red coat's here she's the one who woke me up.

"Good morning Eleanor how are you today?" I hear her muzzled voice call from the kitchen.

"F-fine." I say simply. I stretch my neck and balance on my knees hoping to see her over the counter,but quickly fails after she rushes back into the living. I quickly plops back on my bum causing the mattress to make a small cloud of dust. Ew.

"That's good. We're going to have some breakfast today and maybe even take you out." She says happily.

Did she get fucked last night? Is that why she's so darn happy.

"Okay." I say look down as she slides a small plate and mug on the coffee table towards me.

I stare at them for a minute before picking up the toast and biting the end avoiding the crust. Even in my weakest position I refuse to eat the crust, wow El. I chew the warm buttery delicious piece of bread before taking a sip of the sweet tea she's given me. Washing it down I wonder where she is going to take me.

"Where are we going?" I ask her

"Mm, I don't know yet." She says taking her Iphone and sliding the screen. Her thumbs tab into action probably texting someone.

"...Where do you want to go." She asks

My eyes widen at the question but I quickly calm myself, it's not like she's actually going to listen to me.

"Um...I want to go...home." I say slowly watching her reaction.

Her head snaps to the side away from her phone, "Oh no, not by that. I mean anywhere else other than home." She says

I sigh and sulk in my spot.

"Why don't you go take a shower and change. Then by then I'll figure out where we'll go. Sounds good?" She asks

Becka comes over and unties me quickly.

"O-Okay." I say getting up. She searches in her red purse for a pile of clothes which she hands me. I take them avoiding to touch her hands which are in her leather gloves as usual.

Why is she so damn nice to me after all I did yesterday?

"I see that you like red." I say confidently looking down at the purse with the clothes in my hands.

She looks down at her purse and jacket, "Yes. I do." She says simply.

I nod looking around. I spread a fake smile upon my face before heading down the dark hallway. I open the door to the bathroom and flick the lights on looking around, still nasty.

I sight heavily putting the pile of clothes down before getting undressed. I stop and look in the mirror. I almost gag at the look of my appearance Dry blood covers my forehead with dry tears on my cheek along with a huge bruise on my right shoulder and side of my head. The cut of Becka's blade is still here with the dried blood filling into the wound.

I'm ugly.

I know I'm not beautiful let alone gorgeous ,but I am okay. But now I am no longer even "okay". I am ugly. Torn, damaged, broken and ugly.

I start to cry silently, look at me. Louis wouldn't even want me if he were here. I'm useless, maybe she should just kill me. Maybe Becka should just leave me here to die. She promised to ruin me...and she's done it. Becka has ruined me.

I look at the door knowing soon her dumb annoying voice is going to shout for me to hurry so I take one last look at the mirror with my tangled hair before getting into the cold floor shower.

I turn on the water and at least this time it is a nice warm temperature. I wince when the warm water his my shoulders and forehead. I grab the shampoo wanting to wash the blood out of my hair.

Whilst holding my breath due to the pain on my skin on the rest of my body I squirt the shampoo bottle only having enough for about two or three days. I rub it in my hands before rubbing it in the front of my head deep in the roots of my bleeding scalp.

"Shit!" I curse loudly.

"Eleanor!" I hear Becka yell.

"Bloody hell" I whisper under my breath. God, I am so stupid.

I quickly put my hands under the falling droplets of water rinsing away the cleansing substance before hearing two quick knocks.

I freeze, "Yes?" I ask

"Is everything okay in there." She asks

Why worry about me, I'm the one being held hostage. Bitch.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." I lie rinsing my water with the plain warm water.

"Okay." She says. I hear footsteps walk down the hallway.

"Ow." I breath quietly whilst rinsing the back of my head.


Two Minutes Later


Eleanor's P.O.V

I finish putting my hair up into a high ponytail with a piece of thread I'd found under the toilet, disgusting I know. I smile in the mirror hoping it'd make me feel better but only look at the cut and bruises on my face.

I turn in the mirror, the outfit is okay I guess. I know you must be like why do I care what I look like but...I am going to be out in public so might as well look nice.

I take a deep breath looking in the mirror, "Today's a new day Eleanor. Just take it as it comes." I whisper to myself smiling in the mirror still.

I open the door and walk down the hall to find red coat standing up holding her purse.

"Ready to go?" She asks

I nod, "Sure ,but where are we going?" I ask her. Might as well tell me.

"I was thinking a local park maybe." She says checking her phone.

"I'm not a kid." I say a bit annoyed

"Okay, then we'll stay here." She says putting her purse on the coffee table.

"No..please I mean. It sounds alright I guess." I admit

"Thought so." She says handing me a similar red velvet coat.

"And I'm warning you Eleanor. Do not try to run away." She warn unlocking the door.

I nod, "I will not run away." I repeat.

Unless I have a seventy percent chance I will not run away. Plus we'er going to be out in public, hopefully someone recognizes me.

"Where is this park anyways?" I ask her

I walk out into the hallway which is as rusty as the apartment themselves. It feels good to smell fresh air instead of sex and wet cement along with a strong woman's perfume.

"Ravenswood." She says walking in front of me.

I walk behind her, Ravenwood? Where the fuck is that?

I take a big gulp following her down the steps and into the parking lot.

-Flashback-

Eleanor's P.O.V

Three Hours Later

Eleanor's P.O.V

The car comes to a stop and the trunk opens. I immediately rise up looking at my surroundings. Where the hell am I?

I look at the my kidnapper, he's smoking a cigarette and staring at me, "What do you want from me." I spat

"Get the fuck up." he orders. I do as told and look around. No where.

We are no where. Is he gonna rape and leave me? Or what? I turn my head to see a filthy apartment that looks somewhat deserted and frown. Talk about being held hostage.

I've only seen people being held hostage in movies..and here I am actually being held hostage.

I follow him to the door with my arms folded and a frown. We walk up a staircase and down a hall. He then stops at door 215 and opens it.

-Flashback Ends-

I shiver as we walk down the very familiar parking lot. Also known as the last place I've seen in days that I was considered free.

We get into Becka's red car and I take my time getting into the passengers' seat looking around. No where to run, just plain old trees never-ending just the woods.

"Get the fuck in will you." She says

What someone will see me? Someone will see your little slave huh Becka.

I do as told sitting in the passengers' seat.

She starts the car and I look at her strange, "Aren't you going to take off your mask?" I ask her

"No. Aren't you going to stop acting like a bitch." She fights back

"How am I a bitch when I just asked a question let alone am the victim." I state/ask

"Eleanor, we both know what you are and what you've done." She says driving out of the parking lot.

I look back the apartment I've been kept in. No one would suspect that I, Eleanor Calder would be hidden there.

"...What have I done Becka." I say

"I know that you probably slept with Zayn." She says

My eyes widen but I look out the window. Becka quickly auto locks the doors."Probably? I never cheated on Louis Becka." I say

I am going to use her name from now on.

"Honey, I heard you guys. Trust me...you fucked Zayn Malik honey." She says turning down a highway.

"That's not true!" I lie

She slightly turns her head to me, "Yes it is. And we both know it Eleanor You are lying."

Anger burns within me,"No I am not! We just slept in the same bed together but we didn't do anything! " I start to raise my voice. Deep down, I know I did.

"I saw you Eleanor! I saw everything, I was there!" She yells back

Chills run down my spine, what?

"What? Stalker! How? When? Where?!" I look at her furious. What kind of human being is she.

"I was in the room with you Eleanor...how can you lie to Louis. Tell him you love every single day." She softens her voice with fake sympathy.

"I-I..." My throat gets dry. Tears start to come..I can feel it.

"You lie to Louis. And yet you got mad when he simply have conversation with Hannah and other small things ,but the big this is that you hurt him the most. You cheated on Louis. This is all your fault Eleanor, why don't you just except that.You my friend are a backstabbing bitch." She says as if she's defining me.

I let my tears fall but I don't let her see wiping them away fast.

Fuck her, let me get at it. "Who put you up to this Evan? Does her want me unhappy. Does her want me to be miserable. Sure I messedup but I didn't want to tell Louis by fucking hurting him."

"Then you shouldn't have done it in the first place!" She yells

"Stop making me feel guilty! At least Evan loved me and cared about me. He's using you Becka and you better realize."

Take that.

"I don't care." She says shrugging it off.

I look at the road ahead as she turns. *Welcome To Ravenswood.*

I look up to see black birds flying everywhere. Giving me the creeps.

"Don't you just love it already, we're almost there." She says calmly

I sigh and fold my arms. What the fuck was that.

"You shouldn't have done that Eleanor." She adds

"And you shouldn't have caused an car accident, fought me in the elevator and killed Mary." I fight back glaring.

"I shouldn't have. But I wanted to and those were options I gladly chose." She says

"You will get found. I will get found and when I do I will tell them everything." I snap

"Who's them?"

"The police, my friends, Louis..my mom." I can name a million bitch. Not like your slutty friends from the alley. Real friends.

"Whatever you say." She says

"We're here." I look up at the almost empty park. There are about four children and seven middle aged parents dressed in base colors. Like brown,tan,black, grey and reds. It's like a funeral town to be honest.

I get out from the car and walk beside Becka. No one even looks suspiciously at her. Maybe this is the town of weirdos.

"Go play." She tease whilst sitting beside an elderly woman on the bench.

I squint ,but take my freedom looking around. This is odd. I walk towards the swings whilst putting my hands in my velvet red coat's pocket.

Why red? It's so..violent and such.

But what's playing in my head is when I said I'd be found in the car. She brushed it off..will she run away with me as her hostage? What if Louis moved on?

I chills run down my spine as I sit on the swings with my feet barely touching the ground. At least they have one my size.

What if...what if...no.

What if..Evan killed Louis, Hannah, Nelly and Alison? Of course people would be looking for Louis first but I am she said "Whatever you say" as if they don't even exist ..like I'm making it up. I look back at Becka who's on her phone whilst I swing effortlessly with no speed.

"Hello?" She answers

"Oh hey.."

"I'm just at the park taking a break. You know how hard my job can be." She giggles with a wide smile.

She gets up and walks over by a thick tree leaving me at least the length of a full school bus away. I sigh looking around at the people.

There is a road leading to a neighborhood a little down from here and some trees bordering the other side of the park.

I fiddle with my fingers, should I go? Or should I stay and not risk anything at all.

.She giggles, "Yeah."

I look back at Becka who's smiling with her back turned on the phone with her arms cross.

Bad choice Becka.

This is my chance.

Notes

Sorry I can't update two chapters only because my mommy is yelling at me. "Get off. Everyday Airry Tiles, Airry Tiles. You don't even read no more." She walked away and came back "If you don't get off I will boil your Iphone you understand." *I try to tell her something* "No. Get off now..you know what give me your phone.."

(Eleanor's oufit has no purse and just tan flats as shoes)

So anyways gotta go. So this is where you little red coats come in handy..many. Lol

This will change the outcome of the next chapter. It is in your hands. It is up to you.

Big Question: Should Eleanor try to escape. OR. Should Eleanor not escape but (do something un-expect able later)


My opinion: I like the outcome that I planned for when she escapes but I don't vote. The Red Coats Do.

Up to at least 8-more comments please or 5 or more .Depending on you guys.

Dear mommy,fanfiction is reading.Lol

Much Love-Sammie Xx

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