Eclipse {Ravi Singh}

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disclaimers: i dont own agggtm. i got in trouble for eating instead of taking down stupid ass hay bags for the horses(I totally love my life😊)

"hello?" amariss leg shakes as the voice comes through pips phone, "police emergency, can i help?"
"my name is pippa fitz-amobi," pips voice was shakey and that only made amaris even more nervous. at the current moment she wished more than anything that ravi was right there next to them. "and i'm from fairview. please listen carefully. you need to send officers to forty-two
mill end road in wendover. inside is a man named elliot ward."-- if only ravi was there to notice amariss small almost unnoticeable flinch.---"five
years ago, elliot kidnapped a girl called andie bell from fairview and he’s been keeping her in this house. he murdered a boy called sal singh."-- singh. singh. ravi singh, her ravi. the ravi that would protect her from elliot in less than a millisecond. ---"you need to contact DI richard hawkins, who led the andie bell case, and let him know. i believe andie is alive and she’s being kept inside. me and my sister, amaris, are going in now to confront elliot ward and we might be in danger. please send officers quickly." pip glances at her sister and notices her nervous nature. amaris look ups when pip grabs her hand, pips eyes held a simple question. a question she had asked her sister more then 50 times on the way to this house, are you sure you want to go in? amaris nods, she would not let her sister be alone with a groper and suspected murderer.
"hold on, pippa, where are you calling from now?"
"me and my sister are outside the house and about to go in."
"ok, stay outside. i’m dispatching officers to your location. pippa can
you –"
"we're going in now, please hurry."
"pippa, do not go inside the house. your sister either."
"i’m sorry, we have to," pip says and pulls the phone from her ear. she looks over at her sister who nods before they exit the car.
they were silent as they walked across the street the the house. they were silent as pip knocked on the door. they were silent as they waited for elliot to open it.
the silence was slowly suffocating amaris. she felt her lungs burn, and her chest heavy silently. she felt herself longing to be in ravis arms, safe. safe from the suffocating silence. safe from her overwhelming anxiety. safe from elliot ward. safe from the involuntary flashes of memories of elliot touching her. safe from death of barney. safe from the world.
amaris wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get comfort from the scent of ravi coming off her -- his-- jacket.
when elliot opened the door amaris felt her entire body freeze.
"pip? mari? what are you . . . what are you doing here? i'm just . . . i’m just-"
"the police are going to be here in about ten minutes, you have that time to explain it to us. explain it to us so we can help your daughters through this."
"explain it to us so the singhs"-- her ravi singh-- "can know the truth after all these fucking years." amariss tone was significantly more hostile than pips was.
amaris watched as the blood drained from his face and he staggered backwards, "it’s over, it’s finally over."
"time’s running out, elliot." pip says her voice braver than she felt
"ok, ok do you want to come in?"
everything inside amaris screamed 'no'. every God given instinct. every organ. every vein. every single drop of blood. every bone. every skincell. but she knew they had to do this. they had to get answers. for cara. for ravi.
"we’ll leave the front door open, for the police." pip says stepping inside, amaris following slowly. he led them through the house and to the kitchen that had no furniture. pip and amaris walked to one side standing as far away from elliot as possible.
"stand away from the knives." pip tells  him.
"pip, im not going to-"
"stand away from the damn knives, elliot!" saying his name made amaris want to crawl inside of herself and dies.
elliot nods and moves away from the knives.
"she’s here, isn’t she? andie’s here and she’s alive?" pip asks
"yes." his answer made pip shiver.
"you and andie bell were seeing each other in march 2012, start at the beginning, elliot; we don’t have long."
"it wasn’t like th-th– it . . ." elliot stutters and holds his head.
"elliot!" pip exclaims
"ok, it was late february. andie started . . . paying attention to me at school. i wasn’t teaching her; she didn’t take history. but she’d follow me in the halls and ask me about
my day. and, i don’t know, i guess the attention felt . . . nice. i’d been so
lonely since isobel died. and then andie starts asking to have my phone
number. nothing had happened at this point, we hadn’t kissed or anything, but she kept asking. i told her that that would be inappropriate. and yet, soon enough, i found myself in the phone shop, buying another
SIM card so i could talk to her and no one would find out. i don’t know
why i did it; i suppose it felt like a distraction from missing isobel. i just
wanted someone to talk to. i only put the SIM in at night, so naomi
would never see anything, and we started texting. she was nice to me; let me talk about isobel and how i worried about naomi and cara."
"you’re running out of time," pip asks coldly
"yes, and then andie started suggesting we meet somewhere outside of school. like a hotel. i told her absolutely not. but in a moment of madness, a moment of weakness, i found myself booking one. she could be very persuasive. we agreed a time and date, but i had to cancel last minute because cara had chickenpox. i tried to end it, whatever it was we had at this point, but then she asked again. and i booked the hotel for the next week."
"the ivy house hotel in chalfont?" pip asks
he nods, "that’s when it happened the first time. we didn’t stay the night; i couldn’t leave the girls for a whole night. we stayed just a couple of hours."
"and you slept with her?" pip asks
"she was seventeen! the same age as your daughter. you were a teacher. andie was vulnerable and you took advantage of that. you were the adult and should have known better. and you should've known better than to touch my fucking sister!" pip yells the last sentance and elliots eyes snap between the two sisters, he seemed slightly surprised amaris said anything to pip.
"there’s nothing you can say that will make me more disgusted at myself than i already am. i said it couldn’t happen again and tried to call
it off. andie wouldn’t let me. she started threatening to turn me in. she interrupted one of my lessons, came over and whispered to me that she’d
left a naked picture of herself hidden in the classroom somewhere and
that I should find it before someone else did. trying to scare me. so, I
went back to the ivy house the next week, because i didn’t know what
she’d do if i didn’t. i thought she would tire of whatever this was soon
enough." it mad pips blood boil, that he completly skipped over the amaris situation. "that was the last time. it only happened twice and then it was the easter holidays. the girls and k spent a week at isobel’s parents’ house and, with time away from faurview, i came to my senses. i messaged andie
and i said it was over and i didn’t care if she turned me in. she texted
back, saying that when school started again she was going to ruin me if i didn’t do what she wanted. i didn’t know what she wanted. and then, by
complete chance, i had an opportunity to stop her. i found out about andie cyber-bullying that girl and so i called her dad, as i told you, and said that if her behaviour didn’t improve, i would have to report her and she’d be expelled. of course andie knew what it really meant: mutually
assured destruction. she could have me arrested and jailed for our
relationship, but i could have her expelled and ruin her future. we were at a stalemate and i thought it was over."
"so why did you kidnap her on friday the twentieth of april?" pip questions
"that’s not . . . it didn’t happen like that at all. i was home alone and andie turned up, i think around ten-ish. she was irate, just so angry. she screamed at me, telling me I was sad and disgusting, that she’d only touched me because she needed me to get her a place at oxford, like i’d helped sal. she didn’t want him to leave without her. screaming that she had to get away from home, away from fairview
because it was killing her. i tried to calm her down but she wouldn’t.
and she knew exactly how to hurt me."andie ran to my study and started tearing those paintings isobel made
when she was dying, my rainbow ones. she smashed up two of them and i was shouting for her to stop and then she went for my favourite one.
and i . . . i just pushed her to get her to stop, i wasn’t trying to hurt her.
but she fell back and hit her head on my desk. hard. and, she was on the floor and her head was bleeding. she was conscious but confused. i rushed off to get the first-aid kit and when i came back andie had gone and the front door was open. she hadn’t driven to mine, there was no car in the drive and no sound of one. she walked out and vanished. her phone was on the floor in the study, she must have dropped it in the scuffle. the next day, i heard from naomi that andie was missing. andie was bleeding and left my house with a head injury and now she was missing. and as the weekend passed i started to panic: i thought i’d killed her. i thought she must have wandered out of my house and then, confused and hurt, got lost somewhere and died from her injuries. that she was lying in a ditch somewhere and it would only be a matter of time until they found her. and when they did there might be evidence on her body that would lead back to me: fibres, fingerprints. i knew the only thing i could do was to give them a stronger suspect to protect myself. to protect my girls. if I got taken away for andie’s murder, i didn’t think naomi would survive it. and cara was only
twelve at the time. i was the only parent they had left."
"there’s no time for your excuses, so then you framed sal singh. you knew about the hit-and-run because you’d been reading naomi’s therapy diaries."
"of course i'd read them, i had to make sure my little girl wasn’t thinking of hurting herself.’
"you made her and her friends take sal’s alibi away. and then, on the
tuesday?" pip questions, grabbing her sisters hand, noticing amariss quietness.
"i called in sick to work and dropped the girls at school. i waited
outside and when i saw sal alone in the car park, i went up to talk to
him. he wasn’t coping well with her disappearance. so i suggested that
we go back to his house and have a chat about it. i’d planned to do it
with a knife from the singhs’ house. but then i found some sleeping pills
in the bathroom, and i decided to take him to the woods; i thought it
would be kinder. i didn’t want his family to find him. we had tea and i
gave him the first three pills; said they were for his headache. i convinced him that we should go out in the woods and look for andie ourselves; that it would help his feeling of helplessness. he trusted me." amaris felt sick as she watched the tear slide down elliots face. no tear could make what he did okay. there was no justifying this. there was no justifying anything elliot ward has done. amaris wanted to throw up just thinking about it. how? how could someone murder and frame their student because they feared that they had killed a differant student? he didn’t wonder why i was wearing leather gloves inside. i took a plastic bag from their kitchen and we walked out into the woods. i had a penknife, and when we were far enough in i held it up to his neck. made him swallow more pills."
amaris brought her shakey hand up to her mouth and swallowed the vomit that was threatening to come out.
"i said i was helping him, that he wouldn’t be a suspect if it looked like he’d been attacked too. he swallowed a few more and then he started to struggle. i pinned him down and forced him to take more. when he started to get sleepy, i held him and i talked to him about oxford, about the amazing libraries, the formal hall dinners, how beautiful the city looked in spring. just so he would fall asleep thinking about something good. when he was unconscious, i put the bag around his head and held his hand as he died." she wanted to snap at him, she wanted to yell that it didnt matter that he held his hand as he died or that he talked to him about oxford as he fell asleep, none of that matter because he murdered sal. he murdered salil singh and no amount of regret can make up for it.
"then you sent the confession text from sal’s phone to his dad."-- elliot nodded--"and andie’s blood?"
"it had dried under my desk, i'd missed some when i first cleaned, so i placed some of it under his nails with tweezers. and the lastt thing, i put andie’s phone in his pocket and i left him there. i didn’t want to kill him. i was trying to save my girls; they’d already been through so much pain. he didn’t deserve to die, but neither did my girls. it was an impossible choice." amaris scoffed. she found-- deep inside of her-- the urge to kill elliot ward, slowly and to give him shit excuses the entire time she was killing so that he could know what it was like.
"and then as more days passed, i realized what a grave mistake i’d made. if andie had died somewhere from her head injury, they would have found her by now. and then her car turns up and they find blood in the boot; she must have been well enough to drive somewhere after leaving mine. i’d panicked and thought it was fatal when it wasn’t. but it was too late. sal was already dead and i’d made him the killer. they closed the case and everything settled down."
"so how do we get from there to you imprisoning andie in this house?" pip asks harshly and elliot flinches. amariss face contours in anger, she wanted to lunge forward and rip apart his face with her hands she wanted to hurt him and give him something to flinch about, but she didnt she just stood frozen, trying to figure out how the hell she was going to retell this to ravi. oh ravi. her sweet ravi who would do nearly anything for her.
"it was the end of july. i was driving home and i just saw her. andie
was walking on the side of the main road from wycombe, heading
towards fairview. i pulled over and it was obvious she’d got herself
messed up in drugs . . . that she’d been sleeping rough. she was so skinny and dishevelled. that’s how it happened. i couldn’t let her return home because if she did, everyone would know sal had been murdered. andie was high and disoriented but i pulled over and got her in the car. i explained to her why i couldn’t let her go home but that i would take care of her. i’d just put this place up for sale, so i brought her here and took it off the market."
"where had she been all those months? what happened to her the
night she went missing?" pip presses
"she doesn’t remember all the details; i think she was concussed. she says she just wanted to get away from everything. she went to a friend of
hers who was involved in drugs and he took her to stay with some people
he knew. but she didn’t feel safe there, so she ran away to come home. she doesn’t like talking about that time."
"howie bowers." pip mumbles, "where is she, elliot?"
"in the loft. we made it nice up there for her. i insulated it, put in plywood walls and proper flooring. she picked out the wallpaper. there aren’t any windows but we put in lots of lamps. i know you must think i’m a monster, pip, but i’ve never touched her, not since that last time at the ivy house. I
it’s not like that. and she’s not like she was before. she’s a different person; she’s calm and grateful. she has food up there but I come round to cook for her three times during the week, once at the weekend, and let her down
to shower. and then we just sit together in her loft, watching TV for a while. she’s never bored."
"no you didnt touch andie but you touched my sister. andie's locked up there and that’s the key?" pip pointed to a key on the counter. elliot nodded and then the tires were heard.
"when the police interrogate you, do not tell them about the hit-and-run, about taking sal’s alibi away. He doesn’t need one when you’ve confessed. and cara does not deserve to lose her entire family, to be all alone. i’m going to protect naomi and cara now. maybe i can understand why you did it, but you will never be forgiven. you took sal’s life from him to save your own. you destroyed his family. the bells have grieved for five whole years. you touched amaris. you threatened me and my family; you broke into my house to scare me."
"i’m sorry."
"you killed barney."
elliot’s face scrunches, "pip, i don’t know what you’re talking about. i
didn’t –"
"police," an officer says stepping into the kitchen.
"right, what’s going on here?" the officers partner says.
"you’re here to arrest me for the abduction and false imprisonment of
andie bell," elliot says
"and the murder of sal singh," pip adds.
amaris steps toward the exit, "i need some air." she mumbles before stepping onto the the porch. her breathing was ragged and her hands were shakey.

a/n
whoop that was a long one damn.