[Sequel to Home]
Years after her heartbreaking relationship with Harry, all Eleanor has to show for it are the memories that haunted her and their beautiful daughter. For the first time in a long time, she thinks its finally all over.
Harry, danger...
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Eleanor P.O.V
*present*
"You never said so, just sent men. Did you like receiving their bodies back each time?" I taunted wanting desperately for Desmond to react.
"I will admit it was quiet annoying. Glad to see my son still has it. Your welcome by the way Eleanor." Desmond chuckles.
"What exactly am I to be thankful for? My memory is a little short at the moment and I'm not in the mood to guess." I reply impatient.
"Harry and you would have never gotten together if it wouldn't have been for me. The family you have now wouldn't be here for starters." Desmond chuckles only fueling my fury. How dare he?
"You're twisted. I should be thankful that I have a family you can butcher? You're going to pay Desmond." I stare him dead in the eye.
People keep passing us by helping us blend in easily.
"I am sorry about your father. Those were truly not my intention." Desmond says and I grip the phone in my hands tighter.
"Don't." I bark alarming a passing mother to my left but I don't care. At the moment only one being had my sole attention.
"You're right there's no point." Desmond murmurs tartly. I don't care to hear about any apology from him. All I want is his death and those that have helped him. He has taken from me. Will continue to do so until we put a stop to it.
"Harry will be back soon. I'm guessing you don't want him to know we're talking?" I prompt so that he says what he needs too.
"Correct." Desmond answers and I see a hooded figure come up next to him.
I frown reaching for the gun behind my back cryptically. The person leans in to whisper something in his ear. I can hear that it's a woman's voice but not what she's saying.
"Good. I'll hurry it up here, thank you darling." Desmond thanks whoever and they nod.
I wonder who it is and that curiosity didn't last long. The hooded figure nodded before looking up at me. Even though her face is covered I'd forever recognise Taylor with those eyes. That icy blue had been imprinted in my mind since the apartment incident.
The bitch has the audacity to offer a cheeky grin with a friendly wave. I'm sure to anyone else it looks just like that but I know she's taunting me. As much as I'd like too I can't go after her in this moment. I'd draw attention to myself and for what?
