Black N Blue (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 13

Ellie's POV

Sweet God I have to pee!

Wait do people pee in Heaven? That can't be right. I slowly feel my low eyes open, and at first everything is blurry..rigid..but after a few blinks everything is sharp again. I smeel fresh linen and plastic gloves.

I was in a hospital.

I heard the annoying beeping of the heart monitor...my heart?

I wiggled my toes and saw them bounce up against the soft sheet I was wrapped in. I turned to my right and saw my wrist, and it had an IV in it.

Ever since my tattoo, my tolerence for needles has not wavered. I was still deathly afraid. I rolled my eyes at the nausea and looked towards the door where I saw a short Spanish looking lady. Her hair was down and she smiled brightly at me. "Our survivor is finally awake. You've been unconcious for 3 days and we were beginning to believe you fell into a coma. How are you feel ma'am?" Her words were soft and gentle and brought a smile to my face. "I have to pee. Where's my mom?" I ask, they must be so worried! She frowns apologetically, "I'm sorry my dear, but your facial wounds were so severe, we couldn't identify you. But dont worry, they'll eventually fade away." She assures me, coming closer to me. She smelt of tea leaves, that reminded me of my grandmother. "Where am I?" I ask, feeling more weak than before. "Springfield, Mass hospital. Locals found you near a tree and brought you here." I frowned momentairly, I dont remember a tree, then again I dont remember a lot of what happened. "Where are they? The locals?" I ask, laying back. "They left back to New Jersey they said. What is your name my dear?" She asks, reaching her hand out to touch mine. "Eleanor Mupenda." She freezes at my name and blinks back, "El-Eleanor? Impossible. You burned in a fire last night." She says, her eyes showing fear. I smile weakly, "I survived." I reply slowly. "This is great! We have to contact the news and the police and-" I stop her. "No. Just the police. Please keep my being a secret. It will do more harm then good right now!" I beg. I had to find Anthony. We had to get out of here...now. She pauses at me, pressing her lips together, "Since you arent a minor, I wont contact anyone but the police. They will ask you questions of what you remember, alright? They think it's a boy you used to accompany yourself around." She enlightens me. They thought it was who- Anthony? "No. It was men. Two older man. They drugged me and-and."I paused, feeling tears well in my eyes. They took the innocence I had left. The nurse stands to her feet. "Two men you say?" She asks quickly and I nod. She turns on her heels, her little shoes clacking against the ground and she runs out the room.

Great. Now what? I lay back and look at the blank TV screen...I wonder. Before I can even do what I wanted, the nurse is back with a doctor. He looks fairly young and he spoke sensitively to me, "Eleanor, I am beyond ecstatic to know you are alive and we have you safely. I know this is all happening very fast but we called the police department and theyre on their way. All I ask is, why dont you want to keep your survival a secret?" I look up at them both, they look like they've seen a ghost. "Forgive me, but I know it's your job to tell any information I give you. But, I was set up and I was meant to die last night. It wasn't a random rape and murder. They knew me and I knew of them." my voice sounded so fragile, which I hated. They exchanged looks, before giving me a soft smile. "You dont have to tell us what you dont want to." The nurse said, and two police men emerged from the door. One was a black man and he was built, the other was shorter and didnt have as much muscle. "Eleanor. Your death was a tragedy to all of Boston." The black man said, coming towards us. Wow, no introductions? All informal? Psh. I swallowed hard and didnt say anything. The nurse and the doctor excused themselves and the two police officers and sat across from my bed, the black man spoke first "I am Officer Waley and this is Officer Webster. First of all, we need to contact your family-"

"No. I have good reasoning for such and I trust that two smart police officers like yourselves will listen why." I pause and the short white police officer shifts awkwardly for me to continue. "This was not pre-meditaded. I had this coming to myself and I know who did it. I am not a victum, I am not weak." my voice didnt waver this time and I high-fived myself in my head. "We understand that. But we need to tell your family. They are emotional distraught, your father and mother flew here from Texas just to come here to comfort your sister." Officer Waley told me. "If you tell, it will do more harm then good. My face is too damaged to be indentified so I've been told. I can see perfectly fine surprisingly, and I feel as though I can walk. I am 21, I am capable of making my own decisions. I can ensure that I find who did this unharmed. But it's best if I do this while I'm unable to be identified." For just waking up 10 minutes ago, this plan that I connived in my head at such short notice was genius. "That is officer work, besides you are mentally distraught-" I cut off Officer Webster. "How dare you come to me and tell me that I'm mentally distraught. I dont know how..but I'm okay. I was raped by two men. Two. Not just one but two men. I was video tapped. I was beaten and my throat was slit. If I'm able to speak without difficulty and say all of these things without bursting into tears. If I'm alive and only we know. I can turn this all around. I can see that those men are behind bars or better yet 6 feet under." I stopped and took both of their expressions in. "You arent a minor so by your consent we cannot notify your parents. Due to the fact that your 'death' was so abrupt, I have a gut feeling...that I need to trust you on this." Officer Waley said nodding. Officer Webster looked apalled, "She has no experience, she's attatched to an IV for Christ Sake! She is in no condition to-" Officer Waley stopped him, "I've been in the force for 24 years. I chose to listen to the victum on many occasions and saved more lives than lost. She knows what she's saying." I smile hopeful at him and he continues, "We will follow you to wherever you are headed and we will check your eyesight and your reflexes, also check your movements and all limbs." Officer Waley says softly and I smile. "Are you serious. This could be our job!" Officer Webster yells. "Or not. Chances. That's what you have to do- chances. It could be our job, or this young girls life." Officer Waley says, returning his gaze to me. "Can you turn on the TV?" I ask quietly. Officer Webster stands to his feet, turning on the large black flat screen on the wall. The first thing I see is my face. A rather non-updated picture of me from my Freshman year in college. It said "Missing Body" at the bottom with a news reporter.

And David.

"That man! Him! He's one of the guys!" I say careful not to point my IV hand. "David Beckerman? He's been a wise and kind collegue near the force." Officer Waley said, looking at me with wild eyes. "You must have no idea what he does in his spare time." I mumble. "What about that boy? I heard Chief talking about a lead we might have." Officer Webster says. And as if on que, Anthony's picture popped up next to mine. He looked much younger, his eyes still the brightest sea blue and his black hair brushed gently along his forehead. Beautiful.

He was wanted for my death. "No. Anthony tried to save him! He's innocent thats my..my boyfriend." I finally say. "They're searching everywhere for him." Officer Webster informs me. "No. Call it off on him. He didnt do anything!" I say quickly, feeling my heart begin to race. No! How could they get such a wild idea?

..David! "We have hundreds of our force searching, it be impossible to get to all of them in one day. This is Boston for crying out loud!" Officer Webster exclaims. Fuck no. "You better try. He's good. Please do anything. Just dont hurt him." I beg. "If we do find him?" Officer Webster asks. They are talking to me as if I'm Chief. "Make sure he's safe. Watch him. Get him bodyguards or something. Don't let anyone see him. Unless me, of course. I'm scared he's in danger." I whisper. "What about your sister?"

"Keep her safe too. Please look for Edward Callahan, Courtney Durand and Brittany Johnson, make sure they're safe too."

"Are they friends of yours?" Officer Waley asks and I nod. "Please, and go to Harleys Bar on 25th street. That's where David should be." I already knew Tank and Nick went and hid somewhere. They knew it wasnt safe. "We have to be quick. I'll get a physician and we'll see how well you are. Then you can go anywhere you take us." Officer Waley promises. I smile gratefully.

I was positive about a few things.

One. Anthony wasn't in Boston and if he is who I think he is. He's looking for me.

Two. Tank and Nick are in Boston and I know they arent alone.

Three. They know I'm alive, otherwise they wouldnt have told the nurse they lived in New Jersey.

Three. Courtney and Brittany left me there for a reason. They were either hiding or hiding something

Four. I would avenge my innocence

And finally,

I had to piss so fucking bad.

~*~*

Two updates in one day?

I think I might do three because I have sooo much I wanna do.

So vote vote vote.

Comment comment comment

xxx