Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Chloe's P.O.V

Rushing out of my car I close my car door heading for the very large and busy hospital. Whilst I look around with my eyes squinted the moan of a woman pulls my attention as I see her husband helping her to walk. She looks very pregnant with small yelps of pain escaping her lips crying out. I swallow hard watching as her husband struggles to carry or help her up. Maybe someone is coming out to help them so I continue clutching my white purse and walking towards the double doors only to hear another cry with some swear words to follow. Come on Chloe just go help the pregnant lady. I urge myself silently before turning on my heels and walking down to the midway of the parking lot.

"Hi, can I help." I breathe out bending down to grab the woman's free arm.

"Um yeah." The man answers quickly.

"You sure in hell can. This baby's gonna be born right here on the cement ground ain't those fuckers gonna come help me." She says totally pissed with no worry, but anger.

Pulling her up slowly only to hear her curse under her breath we finally get her to walking. As I crouch down to her unusual and probably uncomfortable level I study their faces. They both look so very young. . .my age in fact and definitely not ready for a child by the looks of it. Sweat is brushed across the father's forehead as he pushes short breaths from his slim lips looking nowhere else, but forward. As for the pregnant woman who is in both pain and labor makes quit a fuss dealing with the arrival of her newborn who is most likely ready to be born. The tips of her hair are different colors from her roots with many freckles across her face, and she's wearing a tank top that barely covers her whole stomach with some extremely tight leggings that look uncomfortable.

Finally we make it through the double doors getting mainly all the attention as the lady moans loudly and squint her brown eyes shut tight.

"Fuck Robbie you're squeezing my mother fucking arm!" She yells.

I let go watching as Robbie's wife squats on the floor looking down and breathing heavily.

"Thank you so much." Robbie thanks me giving me a worried smile.

"It's fine just wanted to help. I am Chloe by the way." I say sticking my now sweaty hand out.

"Robbie, and this is Mellie. Nice to meet you." Robbie says grabbing weakly onto my hand and shaking it as our sweaty hands lazily shake up and down.

Mellie and Robbie, cute couple but I can already tell who the dominant one is. I wonder if they're having a boy or girl.

"It's a boy." Robbie says out loud answering my thoughts.

I smile catching myself staring at the receptionist's desk with a blank look. I have dazed out like many times before getting lost in my own thoughts.

"Well congratulations you two." I say with a small smile.

Robbie nods and takes a step helping his wife into a wheel chair with a nurse holding the back to help balance it out. Well I hope all goes well with the two and that their son will be happy and healthy. Even with Mellie being a little fussy hopefully the baby will balance out her mood and bring her some happiness as well.

"Ms. Patterson." I hear someone call my name lowly.

Looking around I stand still in the back of the line of patients with my arms folded and my eyes looking around to find an older woman who is in a long white lab coat.

"Yes?" I answer walking towards her.

"I am Doctor Rochelle the one that spoke to you on the phone." She says studying my blank expression.

"Um yes." I say.

"Will you follow me into the lab please?" Doctor requests.

"Um yes." I repeat not knowing what to say.

I walk behind the lady and into the elevator waiting in the back with my back pressed against the wall. I bite on my bottom lip out of boredom, I still do not know why I am here yet this may help with the case. I guess I just need patience, but to be honest. . .this has been my hardest case yet with having no suspects anymore I am at a total dead end of loss. Once the elevator doors open I follow Rochelle down the hallway and into a small room with the lights off and only very little blue rays are scattered around the room unto photographs or such.

"So. . .I was doing a finale autopsy for Eleanor last night like I have many times before." Doctor Rochelle explains.

"Uh huh." I answer walking towards one of the tables.

My eyes look down at the body of Eleanor Calder laid out on the kitchen tiles lifeless. Her eyes wide open with died blood splattered and soaking her clothes and body. Eleanor's hair is tangled up and brushed in all places looking as if she struggled and fought for her life. But with the rope around the bruises of her neck makes the pictures even more gruesome with some dark colored blood that once leaked from her mouth makes my stomach churn.

I inhale deeply looking at Doctor Rochelle who seems to look through a file. The smell of medication and antibiotics fill my nose as I cough softly getting a tickle from my throat. Once I shift on one foot I set my purse down on a chair walking to see some X-rays which must be of Eleanor since there are so many similar stab wounds.

"Now forgive me for just caught this late last night, but there is something I want to tell you that may. Oh I don't know help or manage to give a clue." Rochelle says looking at me with papers in her hands.

"Okay sure." I say nodding.

I hope that it is a hair molecule from someone else or even saliva of another human. Just any sort of DNA that can help me with this case at least.

Doctor Rochelle sighs slowly giving me a worried look, "Chloe. . .I don't think you're ready to know this since today is her funeral after all." She explains worriedly.

"No please, I drove all the way here hoping that the news would bring me somewhat closer to finding who killed Eleanor. Please don't leave me here now." I say not really begging yet looking behind her at the wall of diplomas.

"Okay. . . well. . ." Doctor Rochelle looks at the papers in her hands which I can now see are photographs on the internal system of a human.

"Well?" I press picking my coat's elbow part and biting my lip. What's so bad that she needs to tell me.

"Looking through the autopsy photographs of Eleanor I found something." She explains handing the photos to me.

Looking at them all I see is the inside of her skeletal body with some tissues so I can tell that is an MRI, but then again I am not a doctor so I do not know where this is going.

"Okay." I answer not knowing what to say, and looking at the photos.

"Chloe, Eleanor Calder was two months pregnant when she was murdered." Doctor Rochelle says quickly.

Instantly my eyes go to the white haired older doctor who stands before me. I look back at the MRI shots swallowing hard. My lips quiver unable to form neither a sentence nor a word for I am in total shock. My knees bend as I sit on the edge of a chair behind me staring blankly at Doctor Rochelle's white coat. The sorrow that compels within my heart is unbearable as the two photographs falls from my sweaty palms and unto the floor.

"Meaning we have a double murderer on our hands and-" I don't leave her to finish knowing that everything else she will say will be out of sympathy and pity.

I get rise from the chair grabbing my purse and stopping in the doorway looking back at Doctor Rochelle. Giving her a simple nod I hold in my tears and feelings before disappearing out into the empty hallway. Instantly I drop my purse and lean back against the hospital's wall.

I may not have known Eleanor, but what she'd gotten certainly was not was she deserved. How could someone have done something so gruesome and look in the eyes of another human being and kill them. The fact that Eleanor was pregnant adds onto the grief of another loss not just being Eleanor, but the poor child who was also killed as well in her womb. How would Louis feel knowing this. . . .

My hand rises to my face as I finally allow my tears to fall. My sobbing is silent in the empty hallway with it only growing louder. Oh how terrible Louis will feel once I give the news. The news of him not just losing his girlfriend, but his unborn child as well. I can not mourn, not now. I have to go and get dressed for the ceremony and funeral. I can not allow my emotions to get the best of me. Instantly anger takes over me.

Who the hell would do such a thing. My guess is a God damn jealous fan or something. How could someone be capable to kill someone like Eleanor. I may have not known her, but I know for a fact that she was a kind and generous person. The sorrow and pressure she must have felt as the devil of a being killed her. Gruesome. Devil-like. Inhumane.Disgusting. And sinful are the only words that roam my mind. Louis' and Eleanor's child did not deserve to die nor did Eleanor.

"God." I breathe walking to the table beside me which has flowers as well as some prayer cards.

My shaky hands grab the vase picking it up. I freeze holding it and looking down with tears falling. I have heard of many murder cases, but now I am the one holding it in my hands for I shall be the one to give Eleanor peace. Even now.

"But she didn't have to be killed in the first place especially the fucking baby!" I say out loud through my teeth.

With that I bring my hand up with the vase aiming for the ground and allowing the vase to fall unto the clean, white, tiled floors. Instantly both water and glass collides with the floor splattering around and spreading on the floor causing a mess. The sunflowers fall on the ground as well with some over the glass and water, while others are far apart.

Looking at the mess I have created my breathing somewhat slows down with my vision blurry due to tears. A zing makes me jump and I take out my phone from my boot which is where I normally keep it.

-New Text Message from Blocked Caller-

Blocked Caller: Sadden by the loss of Louis & Eleanor's baby? Try floor 12 for more information.

My eyes skim over the black printed words upon my screen. Blocked caller? Thinking of all the people I know no one has really called from an unknown number, not even a blocked caller with no number. Re-reading the text I breath out as I stare at the word information. Of course I want information, but something about this text seems. . . wrong. Come on Chloe, I am a Criminal Investigator and police officer in training so why should I be scared? It's all about taking chances even with the risks and dangers. Looking at the time I only have about two and a half hours before the funeral leaving me with some time on my hands. Sighing I guess I will do what is right for me, Eleanor, Louis, and of course the baby and anyone else involved in Eleanor's life who'd threatened not to take it.

I hear the door handle rattle swiftly grabbing my purse and running in total speed down the straight hallway towards the elevator. My index finger presses the button to go up since I am on the 6th floor. As I await some seconds I hear a door open knowing it is Doctor Rochelle and try to catch my breath. Hesitantly I look back watching her walk towards me, but then looking down at the floor at my mess of the water, flowers, and bouquet. Quickly I turn my head and walking into the elevator pressing the number twelve button. My view of Doctor Rochelle bending on the ground ends with the doors closing. Floor twelve is the third top floor out of the fourteen floors in the hospital. Hesitantly my heart starts to thump within my chest and I take a step pressing floor level number one/lobby. But the pain I feel in my chest gets heavy as the elevator passes floor ten going nowhere else but.

Up.

Notes

2 months pregnant when she was murdered.