Chapter 51

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