Writer's POV Serena got married to Harrison in haste. She'd told him to take his time but he insisted on having it right away. The wedding wasn't what Serena thought for herself. The guests were so few, the wedding wasn't announced. It took place in a Catholic Church, very close to their house. Serena felt so bad about getting married in a Catholic church, all the bad things she did to Eleanor wouldn't let her mind rest. Harrison wasn't happy on the day of their wedding, barely smiling at the guest. She wanted Harrison and he was hers now but why does she feel like she has taken something that isn't hers? Something that wasn't meant for her? They had no honeymoon and Harry became worse. He would slice a maid's face with a knife if she put too much sugar in his tea or coffee, he didn't hesitate to shoot a guard who got under his nerves. As for her, she stayed in a separate room downstairs. He put a lock on Eleanor's room and would hit anyone he saw around the room. He was possessed
Writer's POV"... and that's all they did in the class. It was just too much for me to understand. How do you even understand the things you are taught in class? Eleanor, you are a genius." Jess paced about in the sitting room while Van was busy with his video games. "It's not that hard Jessica, you are just too stubborn to understand. Try to be open-minded, maybe it would allow you to assimilate the things you are being taught. You should confide in me too, it's not hard to do. I understand math and some other subjects," Eleanor answered her sister and flipped a page of the book she was reading.She was studying color blending and how to use oil paint. it was the next idea she just made up. "You should try something better, like art. In art, you express your heart and feelings. It's not compulsory though, I'm just a lover of heart." Jess hissed and went to her room like Eleanor wasn't making much sense to her. Eleanor paid no attention to Jess's storming foot. Eleanor's phone rang
writer's pov"I would be able to see Hendrix easily and also get to play with Magny for two weeks," Eleanor said to herself on her bed. She rolled on her bed again facing her door. It was just two weeks, sure she could survive but waking up every day with the thought that Harrison was living in the same house was driving her mad. Her phone rang, Emil was taking his job as her best friend so seriously. She chuckled and picked up. "I'm sure you laughed before picking up," Emil said while laughing. "I think you have a camera stationed in my room now. It feels so good, speaking to you on a call like this. Ummm…""You are thinking about Harrison ain't you? If it bothers you too much, why don't you just go, risk it and come back in two weeks? It's just two weeks, okay." Emil had no idea how much two weeks were for Eleanor. For Eleanor, it was simply two weeks of torture. She couldn't imagine how it would feel, living with Harrison for two solid weeks and not being who she used to be worrie
Writer's POVEleanor's mother stood up quietly, looking at Eleanor for some answers. "Is it who I think I'm seeing?" Father wasted no time. He hugged her mother so dearly. "Roosevelt," he said in-between tears. "You are real. It is really you. This is your flesh, your breath, your voice, your eyes, your smell. I know them all, I can never be mistaken. Oh, how I have missed you. I never thought I'd ever see you again."Mother just stood in his arms, allowing tears to flow like a waterfall. Mother of all people must have missed father the most. Eleanor never knew a love that was greater than theirs. She thought she had prepared herself for the whole love drama but she caught herself shedding little tears while she watched them reunite.After what seemed to be a very long time, they both detached and touched each other's bodies, especially Dad. He touched mother's hair, her cheeks, and her chin. "It's been twenty years," her mother stated."It's been twenty years, ten months, and twenty
Writer's POVEleanor stared at Hendrix and his innocent face, throwing all those words at her like they were just casual words "I don't want to do any of all the things you have been mentioning, I just want to eat, then go back to my house. I have questions for you though." The waiter brought the food which looked a little bit funny. It used something that looked like broccoli to form a heart shape on the plate and filled the space within it with chips and sauce."What is so special about this dish that they have to give it such a complicated name?" Eleanor protested. "You are more used to the American dishes around here by being so illiterate when it comes to French food but you know how to French kiss. Did you even pass French In school?"Damn Hendrix, she could, at any point from now, throw her bag on his nose and that big mouth of his. "Whatever. This is a decent place to take your time."Hendrix laughed. "You look so frustrated. Look at those blazing eyes. Beautiful yet psycho. D
Writer's POVEleanor paddled an invisible bicycle in the air with her legs facing the ceiling. Her earphones were tightly firm on her ears while she played candy crush on her phone. She listened and vibed to one of Cardi B's songs that were on her phone, twisting and whining her head and waist. She picked a berry from the tree that was beside her bed and tossed it in her mouth."Hey!" She heard a distant scream from the high volume of her earphone. She removed them and placed them on her neck. She sat up in frustration. "What is it?" She blurted out, not looking at Harrison at all. She had no idea when he entered her room, he must have knocked and she didn't answer it. She ate another berry from the tray beside her and went to sit on her reading chair. "I have been here, calling you several times but you refused to answer me."Eleanor waved a careless hand. "You must have seen that my ears were occupied and I was quite busy. It's easy for you to leave and come back next time. Next t
Writer's POV"So," Eleanor started as she entered through the door. The path was dark and small but it didn't bother Eleanor. "You and Harrison, the other day, I heard you both call each other brothers. Is that true?"Hendrix followed her gently. "He's my twin brother. We were given birth to on the same day as him and we're both from the same mother. I am the outcast, they barely want me in the house because I refused to be like Harrison and choose to do what they wanted me to do. I hate when people dictate to me, yet~""Yet, I always tell you what to do and you never got mad. You were talking about a girl from thirteen years ago the other night when you and Harrison were arguing. Who is she?" Hendrix signed softly."She's someone I would never let go again. I met her when I was a kid and my family left me in the streets. That day, it was raining and she came with an umbrella. She was so tiny and innocent. She tapped my head and asked me to stop crying. You won't believe it if I tell
Writer's POVEleanor crossed her legs and sat down properly on Harrison's lap. Harrison removed the hair band that Eleanor used to pack her hair up, letting her hair fall to her face. He pulled away and smiled at her. "What?" She asked, trying to look at her hair and touch it to see what was so funny about her look."You are gorgeous," he said and laughed. Eleanor pouted. "Don't do that again alright? I'm still mad at you. For now, since you already apologized for what you didn't do directly, I would like to go to the kitchen and cook something. I am starving. You both stressed me a lot and I haven't had any breakfast." She stood abruptly and Harrison stood up with her, following her every movement. "Why…are you following me?" She asked and chuckled. "I simply don't want to lose you anymore. He took her hands and pulled her closer to himself. Setting his hands on her big ass. "Forget about the food, for now, I am more than a meal."Their lips clashed together hungrily. Harrison dug h