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
Eleanor.My eyes opened slightly with ease. I have never had a sleep so peaceful. I tried standing but my movement was restricted by a familiar hand. The scent I could never forget."You're awake," Mr Harrison said. Of course, I am awake. Obviously. He dabbed my head with a damp towel. "You always get into trouble when I'm not there."I closed my eyes. For a moment, I wished I hadn't woken up yet. "What are you doing here?" I asked."You tend to forget things anytime you are in my room," he said ludicrously. I bit a smile and turned to the other side of the bed. "Why am I always in your room anytime I wake up from an illness?" It was a rhetorical question."Why do you think? It's because I am your fairy godmother…or should I say, your guardian angel." He cracked his neck. "What would you like to eat? Should I prepare you a perfect meal or you'd rather eat me? I am hot enough."I laughed. He was being too flirtish. "I'd have food, please. You should cook it yourself.""Are you testing
EleanorMr. Harrison invited him in. He sat down on the sofa opposite the couch. I stared at him. Such a cruel man. He dared not look into my eyes. Ten years. It's been exactly ten years since he was gone. Ten fucking years of suffering from those people. "What do you want here?" I demanded with a stern voice. "Eleanor, I know you don't want to see me, I know but listen to me. Please. ""I do not want to hear anything. Please leave. Leave!!!" I shouted standing up. I couldn't hold my tears back. "Ten years, father. Ten fucking years! You had no idea how I have been! How the fuck I feed! You never spoke to me, you never did anything. You left me with no hope, nothing. Because of you, I have been a slave all my life. I am taunted by my past. I lived a life where life wasn't worth living. You were my last family, and you left. You abandoned me! Now you're back some ten years later. What for? Want to play the father role? Guess what? You have no child to father!"I have never been so fum
The sound of "Here comes the bride" echoed through the church of St Paul. A lot of people were seated in the church, waiting for the bride to come around. Eleanor was in the changing room, fighting her corset with Lina."Damn, this is tight. I could have chosen a much better dress. All in the name of fashion. What if I fail to breathe and I faint in front of my husband? Ish.""If you fail to breathe, I will pour you water. Just in case.""Emill," Lina warned."What? Have you forgotten what she did to me on our wedding day? She hid my tie and made me use a bow tie.""And it was perfect but you don't trust your best friend. That is what is wrong with you. Anyway, if you pour me water, you would owe me 5 million dollars. I would collect it from you. I know you know that.""Eleanor, you still want to bully me on your wedding day? Jeez. People change, why didn't you?" Someone knocked on the door and Emil went to pick it up. "You're not supposed to see your bride before the wedding. They s
Writer's POVHarrison went back to his hotel and tried to think about what he could do for Eleanor. It was a hard task. He knew Eleanor wouldn't just agree to see him just like that. There was nothing he could think of buying that would be catchy to her.He went to bed, hoping the next day would be very good.*** Eleanor walked back and forth to the room. "Again, who invited Harrison? This isn't a joke. Why would one of you invite Harrison without my permission? Why?"Her mother sat on a chair, knitting stockings. "As much as I hate the boy, he still looks handsome. Did you ask him the type of cream he was using?""Mother, this is not funny. Do you know how I felt when I saw him? I was going to lose my mind. Why would you do such things behind my back?"No one was answering her. She sat in the chair, frustratingly shaking her leg. "Well, I think he's a changed person. I heard he built a house for orphans on the streets. It is also said that he is a good man and he let out all his slav
Writer's POVHe held the child's hands and looked around as she led him to a hallway. "Magny? Where are you? Come out now. We have a visitor, he says he bears annoying Harry's name."Harrison laughed. The child was something. He found the plastic horse on the ground. He bent down and showed her the toy. Tada" "Yay! You found Magny." She hugged him. That was when Harrison perceived it. "Thank you, Uncle Harrison. I'll see you later, okay?" She said and ran off. He stood still. He could never mistake it. She smelled exactly like Eleanor. Exactly like Eleanor, he was sure of it. Come to think of it, her hair was also gray and her eyes belonged to Eleanor. If he wasn't hallucinating, then he was running mad. He closed his eyes and turned around. "I need to get them now. Mia, nice, go find Harry. Look for him, I didn't say you should hide and seek…" he heard the voice and the clacking sounds of shoes coming his way. He quickly hid in a corner.The fact that he was there wasn't the probl
Writer's POV*Five years later*"Brother, look at this model. She also sent you a message and you still haven't replied. Why? Do you want to live like this forever? This isn't some Disney movie. I am married and you are not. People are talking," Nikki protested to her brother who was packing his bags. He wasn't paying attention to Nikki and he wasn't interested in doing so. "Brothers I am talking to you, do not ignore me.""Nikki. People are different. Some people love marriages…some don't. I don't. I need to get to the office. I am trying to lead by example."Nikki pursed her lips. "Is this because of Eleanor? Are you still punishing yourself for that? You know you deserve it but this is enough. It's been five years and you are not getting any younger. You need to find someone to get married to and have kids. Who would take care of your company when you are gone?"Harrison was dressed and tired of Nikki. He would do anything to drive her out of his house but he didn't want to push h
Writer's POVHarrison walked around the house, screaming and throwing things apart. How would he explain it to her? She wouldn't even want to hear him out. He was done. He had to accept the fact that he would never have her again. There was no magic for him to perform.*Two hours earlier*Harrison was mild and sad, wondering and planning how he was going to meet Eleanor and get the shit out of her. Someone knocked on his door. The guards opened. For a moment he thought it was going to be Eleanor but instead, it was her friend, Candy.He knew Candy was Eleanor's friend so he thought it would be easy if he sent Candy to Eleanor so that Eleanor would at least mind meeting him."Good morning Mr. Tolstoy. How are you?" Of course, he wasn't fine. All he wanted at the moment was to see Eleanor. "I am fine," he lied. "Eleanor isn't here at the moment and Jay already took his leave. I thought he told you all that?""Oh, dear. I wasn't sure about what he was telling me on the phone and why Elea
Writer's POVEleanor Carol dressed up in black. Luxury Black. She did her makeup and made sure everything was pitch black. She took her bag and headed out of the house. Her destination was a place she didn't want to visit but Emil just reminded her how brutally she was of that place. She entered Tolstoy's apartment. The guards didn't stop her. Every clicking sound of her shoes emitted danger. She wasn't smiling. She went in and went straight to the stables. She didn't care if Harrison was home or not. The moment she saw Magny, the horse neighed happily. I hadn't seen her for a long time. She smiled. At least something was still capable of making her smile. She related the horse. She was taking him home. She found the men that used to be there. They already knew her face so they let her be. Perhaps they had no idea Hendrix was in prison. She caressed the horse and calmed it down. It must have been so lonely staying there alone. There was no Hendrix to take care of him so she was goi
Writer's POV"Mother, you know you don't necessarily need to give Eleanor the princess treatment. You have no idea what she has done to me whenever I was with her in my house. Mother, I have PTSD. She is a scary person. Too scary," Emil grumbled and reported.He was done with his part of the chore and he wanted to sleep like Eleanor. He was just trying to be closer to Eleanor's mother. He understood why Eleanor had to take a break."You are trouble, Emil. If I were Eleanor, I would throw you something hard in the face. you would wonder why I did that to you. Do you want to sleep too or do you just want to disturb me?"Mother was done with her cleaning too, it looked like the whole house was back to being brand new. He followed Mother back to the sitting room. He just wanted to have some time with her. Emil didn't lie about the way she had been approaching and referring to him. When they were kids, she used to be a mother to both of them. She was strict and equally sweet. She would ca
Writer's POVSerena finally had peace of mind. She was back with her family and she had nothing to worry about. Liam was already in prison, nothing could threaten her any more. She felt a little pity for Eleanor. She didn't deserve what she got but Serena was still glad for their lives.This was the calm after the storm. She finished cleaning Jess's room and Eleanor's room. She had a lot to do there but with the music she was listening to, it was all a piece of cake.They all already had breakfast so she went to take her bath. Jess's room was nice and cozy. It was her room now. She had to decorate it the way she wanted and please. First, she needs to get Liam's card. She can't just sit and not gain anything from him just like that.After taking her bath, she called Anderson. She told him she would need his company to go and search Liam's house. Now that they know he has children although both kids were also in prison, they would be out soon and they would want to go and claim their fa
Writer's POVEleanor finally heard what she wanted to hear but why wasn't she happy? Why wasn't she rejoicing? A larger part of her was broken down, thrown into pieces. She regretted taking the case to court. She should have stayed and arrested Mary. She should have just found an alternative rather than being in so much pain to herself.With the things she just went through, she knew it would take her a very long time to love and be loved. She trusted Harrison. She believed almost everything he said, just to figure out he was the reason why she was going through everything she was going through and he was okay with it. He didn't say a word about knowing who she was but he did all along. She watched as Mary was taken away alongside her children. There was no difference in her facial expression. As for Hendrix, he walked majestically past. She trusted him too much too.She thought she had seen a friend but it backfired on her. Eventually, she was left with Emil, the only one who stayed