Ubel kept a close eye of Eleanor. He was siting a few seats behind her. And not once did she looked back.
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Elanor could feel eyes staring at the back of her head. She didn't dare glance for she knew Ubel was watching.
She waited until the bus stoped at a gas station in Albuquerque, the majority of the people in the bus got off. Eleanor got an idea. With her backpack on, she walked to the restroom in the back of the bus. She saw a guy in a hoodie facing the window. By the outline of his body, she knew right then that that was Ubel.
When she entered, she dropped the backpack on the floor and she locked the door. She stood there, resting her back on the door while studying the area. There was a tiny window on the very top. Wide enough for her to fit through. Small and high enough for her to struggle through. She grabbed her backpack. and she unlocked the door.
She first climbed until she could see from it. She was on her tip-toes and could barely see. No ubel in sight outside. Eleanor first threw the backpack outside. And then she tried getting out.
She landed in a loud thump, Blood rushing from her elbows and her palms. But she did not care. She ran far away from the bus, and she entered a restaurant.
From Ubel's perspective:
Ubel saw Eleanor get up from her seat. He instantly pulled his hoodie up, so she won't see him. He saw Eleanor enter the restroom. He walked to her seat, and he made sure his hair didn't gave him away. He grinned to himself. When Eleanor gets back from the restroom and sees him, she'll freak!
A while later, a long while later, when everyone got back in the bus, and the bus went in motion again, Ubel stole a tiny glace back. He stood there looking until finally the door opened again. But instead of Eleanor, another girl got out.
Ubel ran to the restroom, and he opened the door.
No Eleanor in sight.
He noticed an opened window. And after he was done cursing, he rushed out the bus.
He unlocked his phone.
Eleanor was just streets away from her mother's house.
Ubel smiled remembering what he had been told via phone call.
He smirked as he walked slowly to a nearby restaurant.
Back to Eleanor:
Eleanor kept running, she couldn't bear the stinging in her elbows, and the burning in her palms, but she kept on running.
She opened the twelfth letter.
A task. Her aunt would understand why she didn't do them. Her aunt would comprehend if she tells her that Ubel was after her.
She opened the Thirteenth.
Finally My darling.
But, before you knock, open the last letter, it'll explain it all.
Love you, Eugenia Ryden
p.s: 1297 Leroy Avenue.
Jackpot.
She ran even faster as she repeated the address in her mind.
She was already in the street.
She just kept repeating the numbers in her mind,
"1297"
"1297"
"1297"
She walked up to the front steps, and she tried to knock on the door, but her hand was way too weak by that rough fall from the bus, to even make a loud enough sound.
She knocked it with her head instead. Only one knock. She always hated the fact that people had the tendency to knock multiple times, usually they knock three times. But she doesn't. She only knocks once.
Her thoughts of different kinds of knocking was interrupted when the door started opening dramatically-slowly.
The color drained from her face as she stared in confusion.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Finding Myself
Terror"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." Joseph Conrad ..... Eleanor had spent her whole life with her happy-go-lucky family, at least, until a dark June night. The last day of...
