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Dear Ellie - Part 5



This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Thank you for joining me once again. There's only so much a person can take, but Ellie's not anywhere near her breaking point - yet!

  • Dear Ellie - Part 4
    Scott Branson is on a path to self-destruction, and Ellie will pay the price.

From Part 4

Reality sneaked back into Ellie's mind. Memories from so many years ago passed through her mind in no particular order. She felt as if her mind was permanently scrambled. Yet, she remembered it all so well. It was hard for her to tell the present from the past, except for the fact that the present hurt so much more.

Scott had been good to her. He was her knight in shining armor, and she couldn't understand how things had turned around so quickly.She knew nothing would ever be the same again, but could she at least find some sense of purpose? She doubted that.

The pain of her present reality settled deep and strong upon her. Tears began to fall like rain. How could things have gotten so far off track? Her perfectly pieced together world crumbled so quickly. Even if she could put it back together, she couldn't find all the pieces. She wondered if this was how Humpty Dumpty felt.

A breeze floated in through the opened door stirring Ellie's mind back to the past - back to the happiest day of her life. Back to when things were perfect. Back to the special event that made her life complete.



Twelve years earlier, Carrie-Anne Branson came into the world. It didn't take long to win her mother’s and her father’s hearts. She became the focal point of both Ellie and Scott as they watched her grow. The happy couple now was a joyful trio, and life couldn't be better - or so it seemed.

Diapers needed to be changed. Bottles needed to be prepared, and bedtime stories needed to be read. The memories of Carrie's early days were sweet in Ellie's mind. Her thoughts jumped ahead to a six-year-old Carrie. School days began as Carrie started each day with her kindergarten class. It was a big change for all three, but especially for Carrie. She didn't like being away from her parents. But as all children do, in time, she accepted it.

Uncle Roy made good on his promise to get Ellie a job at Allegheny General, so each morning Ellie would awake, hustle with breakfast and the dishes, get Carrie dressed and off to the bus stop, barely making it in time for her 8:00 a.m. shift.

Scott, on the other hand, took to teaching physical education and health at his alma mater. After a few years of teaching, he was also offered the head football coach position at West Mifflin High. He loved every minute of it, especially when Ellie would bring Carrie to watch practice.It wasn't long until Carrie became the team's unofficial team mascot.

By the time Carrie reached second grade, she had won everyone's heart. She moved far ahead of the other students, both in academics and in her social growth. She brought the house down in her portrayal of Little Red Riding Hood. Her grades were impressive. It would appear she had a wonderful future ahead of her. And of course, Ellie and Scott were so proud.

Ellie's thoughts drifted to a September evening five years earlier. The Titans were playing Laurel Highlands. The Homecoming game was always special, but especially for Ellie and Scott. The memories of Ellie as Homecoming Queen and Scott throwing the football down the field time after time were precious memories for both, and both looked forward to the game of games each year.

The Titans put up a good fight. They scored first on an end-around, but the rest of the evening, the offense sputtered, and the defense allowed two touchdowns. Ellie and Carrie, Scotts' number one and two fans cheered on the Titans from the bleachers at the fifty-yard line, but to no avail. Carrie fell asleep on the drive home, and Ellie and Scott were exhausted.


The Aftermath of a Loss

Ellie quietly tucked Carrie into bed, and before heading upstairs, She and Scott finished the leftover dessert from supper. Friday nights were always rushed, and most of the time, dessert was a snack after the game. Sitting at the dining room table, Scott gazed through the French doors into the black, autumn night.

"You know, Babe, we really didn't play that bad of a game tonight. The kids fought really hard. Even if we lost, I'm proud of them."

With a fork in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, Ellie just stared into Scott's eyes, remembering why she married him and why she still loved him. "Come on, let's go to bed. It's getting late."

The two trudged upstairs. Scott was still rambling on about the game, but Ellie's thoughts were elsewhere, A quiet breeze floated through the opened window while Ellie put on some soft music. Safely wrapped in Scott's arms, they both drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Ellie woke with a start. She thought she heard something, but then again, all was quiet. She drew closer to Scott and closed her eyes. Within seconds, she was in that hazy, dreamy state. A loud noise shattered the silence. Both jumped to an upright position. Ellie was running to the door.

Scott shouted in a whisper."No, Ell. Stop! You can't go out there. Get back and don't move. I've got the Smith and Wesson!"

Gun in hand, Scott carefully opened the bedroom door and made his quiet move down the stairs.He crawled across the living room floor to get to the light switch. Once there, he hit the switch behind the recliner. Everything seemed to be clear. He slowly made his way to the kitchen.

"Scott, come here quick!" Ellie shouted from Carrie's downstairs bedroom.

"Babe, I told you to stay upstairs. What are you doing?"

Ellie stood in the hall, tears running down her face. "Oh, Babe. I didn't mean to make you cry."

Ellie screamed - "It's not you, Scott! She's gone!. CARRIE'S GONE!"


Where's Carrie?

Scott ran to Carrie's empty room. Shards of broken glass covered the floor, and Carrie's bed was empty. Scott ran to the window. He could see shadows moving through the back yard. What should have been done first, never crossed his mind until he forced open the back door. He yelled over his shoulder, "Ellie, call 911!"

He was in hot pursuit of Carrie's kidnapper, but without a flashlight, he had no idea where he was going. All he could do was to listen. What he heard sent him into a boiling rage - Carrie's muffled screams.

The September dew lay slick on the grass as Scott ran from yard to yard in their neighborhood. The more grass Scott ran through, the more his shoes became wet. The more his shoes became wet, the less traction he had. The less traction he had - he was losing the game fast. Carrie and her attacker were nowhere to be found. Scott returned home to wait for the police.

Out of breath and bewildered, Scott stumbled up on his front porch. Ellie met him there and collapsed in his arms. They both collapsed together on the porch as the flashing lights of the first police cruiser.came into view.

Scott struggled to stand, Sweat poured from his brow and glistened in the street light. He held tightly to one of the porch pillars. Ellie was numb with shock. She didn't realize it at the time how her perfect world was quickly unraveling. Humpty Dumpty would have to wait. She remained curled in the corner of the porch as the officer approached.

  • Dear Ellie - Part 6
    Scott Branson is on a path to self-destruction, and Ellie will pay the price.

© 2017 William Kovacic