The Taking of Eleanor Ainsworth

Chapter 18

"Do you still love me." He whispered, wiping a tear away from her puffy cheeks. She was like a cat, a tabby bleeding for love and affection, he could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him. She needed him, the way she needed her mother, the only difference being is he was there when she needed him, and he would always be there whether she wanted him or not.

He had saved her at least so he thought. "You know I will only end up killing you." He whispered, staring at the ceiling. He felt her nod beside him, that only angered him. How can someone still love the one who abusers them? He thought. He broke her two ribs on one occasion and even managed to dislocate her shoulder, yet she still felt the same way about him regardless.

He rubbed his temples and threw the duvet off him, exposing her naked body in the process, he caught a glimpse of her bruises and sighed, kissing the biggest one on her stomach. She flinched from the contact and pulled the duvet across her when he pulled back.

"I'm not sorry for all of this." He said bluntly, standing up and pulling on his clothes. "I'll only do it again and again and again" he murmured, "cause the truth is I don't feel anything for you, I use and abuse you, you're like my human punching bag." He laughed buttoning up his shirt.

"Mean ? I know but its the truth, you keep coming back each time I take a swing, and each time my hits get harder and more brutal, you will burst India theres only so much you can take before your body gives in."

He pulled on his trainers and leant over the bed bending down to plant a kiss on her forehead. "You're running on love right ? How much more can you take before your love runs out and you die hmm ? We should test that little theory." He grinned standing back up and pulling on his coat. He looked down at India who was staring up at him, that same look in her eyes.

He sighed and left, locking the door back behind him. She would die for him, he knew that much, he smiled at the thought.

Isn't that beautiful ?

Shes willing to end her life for me. Or maybe she needs someone to end it for her. He sighed once more heading down the hallway to his room.

She looked up at Eleanor who had tears in her eyes.

"Oh no India." She breathed. "I'm so sorry."

India smiled faintly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "The worst part about it is that he was and still is right, I'll keep running back to him it doesn't matter if he shouts at and hurts me I will always look past that" she sighed, rubbing her stomach. She glanced at the time. Theo would be back soon to escort her to her room and lock her in.

She took a deep breath, "Here I am, 4 months pregnant by a man who wants to kill me." She laughed "part of me wants to keep it but I know I can't." She hung her head as Eleanor comforted her, rubbing circles on her back.

"We will think of something." She said, leaning her head on India's.

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Theo sat in his car, a newspaper article propped up on the dashboard with the headlines ' Serial Killer loose in London ? 11 Bodies dug up and counting !' Theo licked his lips as he took a sip of his chocolate.

Serial Killer huh ? It had a nice ring to it, his father would have been proud years worth of work finally being noticed. If he was alive now, Theo would have praised his father.

"I wander what they would call me ?" He murmured to himself, turning the page, the door to the Cafe opened and The waitress who served him left for a smoke break, pulling a cigarette out of her packet.