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
Eleanor. "keep breathing," Mr. Harrison said to me. Or rather, Harrison as he has told me to call him. We were both on the couch, kissing and munching on ourselves. "What exactly did you do to Serena? I need to know.""You need not feel insecure, Leanor. She was a bitch herself. You wouldn't believe it." He coached me back to him as we lay on the couch. It was nice enough to be with him. It was all I ever wished for and best of it all, he called me "Leanor". It's been ages since I heard someone call me that. I wished I could see August, at least one last time. "You can tell me the story if you don't mind." Harrison~the name sounds weird, calling him that way made him carry me off the couch and up the stairs. I stared at his well-built breastplates. Physically, they looked like steak beef, perhaps I was just hungry.He popped me on the bed with a devious smile. His hair fell on his face. The wax had melted and his body was sticky. He sat on me and stared at me in the dark. The rays
Eleanor. That night, Mr. Harrison told me about how Serena had been a scumbag. I couldn't believe it at first. He knew she was cheating on him but he still wanted her to be close to him. That was pathetic, especially from someone like him. He didn't sound so hurt by it, he claimed I was all he needed. He further explained to me that he was expecting her to say something related to her disappearance from California. I felt sorry for him though. Why would someone want to cheat on him? She also was a little bit daft. The source of her wealth was Mr. Harrison. Nikki had explained it all to me when she was around. But something was strange about Serena. Anytime she was around, she felt so familiar. I didn't want to get myself on her bad side even though I already am. I should visit her one of these days. When I woke up, Harrison wasn't there anymore. I took a brief shower and wore one of his big hoodies. The one he wore when I first saw him in this house. They were cozy and beautiful,
Eleanor"So father. You can speak now. I have a lot of questions for you. First, how come I do not know about this place?" Dad turned on his office chair. " That is exactly where I want to start. I need to ask you, were you given a box from Mary? Like any box made of iron…decorated.."A box…right! Stepmom did give me a box when Dad disappeared. "Yes, she did.""So did you open it?" he asked furiously. I didn't. I hated him too much at the time to open the trash he gave to me. Before he disappeared, he never showed any affection for me. "no I didn't. I was waiting for your return. Dad, you left me and all you can do is send me a box? I wasn't interested in anything that was in it. It accomplished to change the fact that you left me."Dad held my hands. "Baby, look. I didn't mean to leave you like that. I explained this to you already and I regret it. I do"so what's in the box?" I asked, pouring and facing the other side. "in that box, was the evidence that this place exists and I left
EleanorLina served strawberry pancakes that she just made with orange juice. I sat beside Mom, holding onto her hand so tight. It felt as if, if I left her for the slightest moment, she'd be gone."Eleanor, she's not going anywhere," Lina said with her American accent. I cleared my throat. "So what has she told you?" I asked Lina."she's not fully recovered. There was no sign of torture but her leg is broken perhaps she had an accident. I called a nurse, she said they had been feeding her a particular drug that contained strong caffeine so she might have memory loss gradually but she is fighting it. Currently, she knows who you are, and she has been saying your name. She said she wasn't going to tell us anything until you came around. It's about time.""you both. keep talking about me like I am not sitting right here." I turned to Mom. Lina was as shocked as I was. "what? Why are you surprised? I am not deaf and dumb you know."My shocked face quickly turned to a happy one. Mom was k
Eleanor.I sent a text to Serena to meet me at the Old Tratum bar by seven. I didn't think she was going to come around. It wasn't until eight pm before she showed up. She came with her face covered and she came alone. She sat in front beside me on the counter and ordered a shot. "You look like a masquerade," I said blankly. "I'm an actress, it's necessary. Why have you called me here at this time and hour?" I took a sip of my drink. She did the same. " I just wanted to talk. Nothing more. About Harrison. Do you love him?" I asked. "is that why you have called me here?" she sprouted. "I used to have a kid sister. Her name was Serena. Yh, your name. She was the most beautiful thing on this earth to me and she was a lot to me. She was family. There was this point in my life where I lost every one of them. My mom died, my dad left, and Serena died. These days, they have been coming back and the only one remaining is Serena. I miss her a lot.""So what has this got to do with me?""l