Harrison It was uncomfortable having Serena around but it was also a good way to make sure Eleanor keeps to her end of the bargain. I hated how Eleanor felt or how she responded to Serena's presence. What the hell was I thinking? I wanted Serena, I always did. Did she seem as cruel as everyone else does? I felt a little bit of regret when she ran to her room. She doesn't love me, I told her not to. It doesn't matter. She can't. I sank into the sofa and rested my head on my palm. I should visit the company. Having them both in the house wasn't comfortable enough for me. "What is wrong darling? You look pale. Are you thinking about something? Perhaps the company?" I turned to Serena who was playing with a grand piano in the art room. I was on the donkey, trying to paint something out of the ordinary. She must have noticed me stopping. "It's nothing you should care about." I was more of a secret artist. People barely see me with a brush. The tiny foot of her heels made a clasping no
Eleanor"Come closer Eleanor." Mr. Harrison's voice was tender and soft like a child was to a candy. I walked to him and stood beside his bed. "You look stressed Eleanor. This should help" he took my right hand and pulled me down to his bed. I sat still and wondered what he was going to do next. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. I felt his movements behind me but didn't dare look back. Complicated as it may be, I still wanted this, and I was craving it dearly. Everything around us seemed to freeze when his warm hands made contact with my neck. I sighed hard and took a deep breath. His hands were oily, making it easy to slide around my neck and my collarbones. I tilted my head up in sensation and savored the pleasure. Different electric currents ran down my body causing me to shiver a little.A little moan escaped my mouth but I didn't worry about it much. He had wonders in his hands and to my heart, he was performing miracles. It was just a massage but it sent tons of message
Hendrix"I don't know how to ride, Hendrix. I will slow you down." Eleanor's soft tiny voice complained. Magny was lugging slowly without me telling him to. It was as if he understood Eleanor more than I. "Just hold on tight," I assured her and tauten my hand around her waist."So, Eleanor. You aren't a maid or guest, are you? Harrison never allows guests in the house. So tell me, who exactly are you?" I raised a question.She veered around and faced me while Magny boosted the speed. Her face was too chummy and the leap made her face closer and closer. Her lashes were straight and long. Her hazel eyes held beautiful messages, one that any man would love to hear. Her soft breaths landed on my face, it sent messages to my groin."I'm on a contract. With Mr. Harrison. You can call me something you use for the main time and you pay off with money and security." Her face was depleted of any delight. She d
Eleanor The kitchen was almost a mess. We had maids but it looks as if they weren't existing and no one was talking about it. I met a few of the kitchen maids working on some muffles and steaks but they weren't fond of it. Their faces were drains and full of eye bags. Something bigger was going on in the Tolstoys' house. Few of the maids that passed by the door bowed as they walked out, which made it even scarier. They never did that to me before. Moreover, we weren't new to each other "Can I assist?" I asked a maid with blond hair as I entered the kitchen. Her pupils searched elsewhere like something was lost. "we have it under control. Ma'am." I smoked wryly and left. I called Lina, she should have some information about her sister. It took a while before she picked up, telling me the stories of how she and Susan played around and she was suddenly gone one day and when she saw Susan as a maid, Susan told her it was what she wanted. Lina explained further that Susan sent her a
Eleanor.Lina packed some dishes without wasting time. She took some knives and handed me one. "we might need it," she said. It was true though. We had no idea what was waiting for us. She took some face caps and nose masks."You'd make a good spy," I commented. "I was one.""Oh." I took what she gave me and headed outside. I was about to get into the driver's seat when Lina banged the car. "I'd drive.""with pleasure." Who wants to stay there, stressing to get the steering wheel working? Such a hassle. I sat in the passenger seat and watched as she turn some buttons on. Phew! It was nice having a driver once again. She turned on the map of the car and imputed the address on the paper. I felt so grateful because we both might keep driving for hours and not get to the destination. What would a life without Google look like? Lina was swift with the wheel like they had oil in their turning point. How come they were so stiff when I was driving? She drove like she was an expert Like she
Eleanor The room was well decorated, I noticed and felt her body, pinching almost every part of her body. If it wasn't for the red scar that had always been on her forehead, I'd as well think it was another one of my hallucinations. I knelt before her and squeezed her hand. "Is it you?" I whispered, shutting my eyes to allow the tears to fall. She nodded, patting my back with her other hand. Those hands I have always longed for. I always dreamt about her, always wished she was with me. She smiled slightly, hiding the tears she was holding back. She opened her mouth to speak but she was struggling with it. I cleaned my nose with the glove and rubbed my face. "I'm getting you out of here. Now!""Eleanor! They're coming. We need to go." Lina whispered. "I'm not going anywhere without my mother!" I turned back to my mother. She kept sounding like she was humming a lullaby. "How is that your mother? Do you have any idea what you're saying?""shut up Lina! You can leave with your siste
Harrison.I checked the time for the sixteenth time, still, Eleanor wasn't back. I dropped the table clock and went downstairs. "She's not back sir," Jay said before I even asked him. Earlier, I had asked Jay to look everywhere for her, in case she was in danger. He searched her house, her school, everywhere and she was nowhere to be found. Jay was my most trusted guard, I was sure he checked everywhere. "Okay, perhaps you should check-"Eleanor walked in. I ran towards her and yanked her hand. She shouted from what seemed to be a pain. I looked after it again. She looked too neat. Too neat for someone who went out for such a very long time. "Come with me," I asked and dragged her to my room. She was slow and sluggish. That was when I knew she was hiding something. Whenever I glanced at her, she would wink and smoothen her face. When we got to my room, she stood still, like a soldier."where were you?" I asked her. "I went on a trip with a friend," she said blankly. I studied her
Mr. Carol( Eleanor's father).Back in the day, Roosevelt used to be so friendly and funky. She'd smile across the streets with her full chunky gown and her blue beret. Her foot hose was made from acrylic yarn, judging from the way I saw them twenty years ago.She'd hop around the newspaper company every morning, distributing mail with her bicycle. "Hi Gerald," she always shouted whenever she saw me in the Shaums port office. She was beautiful and she knew so. We got married about two years after I met her and eventually gave birth after a very long time.She insisted we named her "Eleanor". Eleanor was everything to her. I flipped the picture of her and Eleanor as a baby back into the frame. With Serena dead, I had lost everything. I got mad at Roosevelt but she tried her best to be calm. When I heard about her accident and death, and signed those damn papers, I realized I had done the greatest sin that no on