Writer's POVSerena knocked on Liam's door violently. She had no patience. She already gave Harrison up and was now looking forward to finding herself. She had a lot of questions to ask him. Who he is, and how related he was to her.The door opened. She stared at the face of the old man, full of secrets and mysteries. "Serena, why are you here? Come inside." She went in, dragging her box behind her. She dropped to the nearest chair, allowing her bag to fall to the ground. "Why are you with your bags and why are you in my house?""Liam, I should be able to come here when I have nowhere to go. Don't you think? You are almost a father figure to me.""You are yet to answer my questions. What happened to your husband, did you both fight? You can get over it, I'll work it out and you both will reconcile then you can go back to his house. You can't stay here."Serena shook her head. "We didn't get into any fight and I am not going back there. I left on my own accord. I filed a divorce and he
Writer's POVSerena dropped her key with Priscilla on her way out of the hotel. She took each of her steps carefully, minding her pointed heels. Models should be awarded, how do they lift themselves on high heels and walk so lightly?Serena drove off, feeling much better than ever. She had solutions to her problems already. Her head moved forward and backwards to the rhythm of the music she was playing in her car. She tapped on the steering, singing along.When she gets to Anderson's place, she would tell him what she wanted to print which she knew well enough was just an excuse. She humphed.Serena got to the place which looked busier than it was when she went there in the morning. She parked her car along the road and wore her shades. Going to the shop should be easier than it was the last time. Perhaps Anderson was expecting her. She did leave a nice impression the first time she skipped the personal information, she was in a hurry."Hello," she said to a blind lady she met at the
Writer's POV"These things are unnecessary. Just pick up your phone and your arm bag. Emil, time is past spent. We have a lot of things to do today," Eleanor grumbled, pacing down the room. Emil was busy packing all sorts of junk in his bag; tape, sandwiches, cookies, jam, pizza, a flashlight, and a stick… he was packing it all like they were going on an adventure. It was just a little exercise to find out some things and she was impatient.Emil's backpack was full, it brought out the whole shape of the bag, making it obvious that it was fully stocked. She hit her palm on her forehead and hissed. "How are you going to lift the backpack? Isn't it too heavy now that you've put everything in your house inside? Anyway, let's go. I won't help you on the way.""I won't be needing any help and besides, we are taking a car, we would have more than enough space to put the bag. You are just in so much pain and it's understandable but that doesn't stop me from taking the thing that means a lot t
Writer's POVEleanor took the letter from Emil and blew the dust away. It read:Don't forget, I will meet you at one am tomorrow. Meet me in the kitchen and I will show you. It's not much of a thing but it is worth it. Don't let anyone know about it, you know why.I made it myself. I will give you another one later. If there is a later.Your Uncle L.Eleanor stared into space. She was good with words so she could tell that there were no hidden words in the letter and besides, Serena was just four years old. The letter wasn't for Serena. She couldn't read at that age. Who then had the letter? And who is Uncle L?"What do you think?" Emil asked. She tapped the letter. "This letter has something to do with the fire. If it wasn't for Serena then who had it and why is it in our house and Serena's room?" It wasn't a question.She walked out and walked down the other staircase. The kitchen was almost totally ruined but it was still in shape. An average human being would know it was the kitch
Writer's POVEleanor changed seats with Emil. The way to her mother's place was too complex to explain and she was in a hurry. She drove straight to her mother's place and parked in front of the house."Are you sure people live here and you aren't mistaken?" Emil asked her as he got down. He took a sandwich with him and ate as he walked to her. "Would you like some?""You think I have an appetite? Father also said the same thing when he first came here. I wonder what Mother would be doing inside. I'm sure she's not ready for what I am bringing. Emil, I need you to greet her naturally and pretend nothing happened. I don't want her to have the slightest hint."Emil nodded. Eleanor went to the door and knocked. "I would break the door if you don't open up." That was what Lina told her to say anytime she came around so she would know that it was Eleanor. The door opened and Eleanor immediately faked a smile and she was good at it."What a lovely surprise. You didn't tell me you were comin
Writer's POVEleanor staggered. Liam Tolstoy again? He was Father's friend according to Mother. He was the one who caused the mother's accident. She looked at her mother. Eleanor was pale and numb, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. Perhaps it was right that she shouldn't have known the person.Why was everything still related to Harrison? Why did Harrison have to be in that family? What was she going to do? "Emil, let's go." She picked up her bag. "I knew I shouldn't have told you. Eleanor, don't go. Liam is a very dangerous man and I don't want you to lose your life. I can't mourn two kids."Eleanor paused at the door and looked at her mother. "You would hug both your kids instead. Watch me," she said and left with Emil. She was bluffing. She wasn't sure what to do anymore."You shouldn't have been that way with your mother. I know you're super angry but then, she is still your mother and she was taken for all those years when you were alone." It is funny how Eleanor always
Writer's POVSerena spoke with Anderson for hours on the phone. He asked her different things; her best colors, her favorite food, and the things she loved. The last time she walked with him, they visited the amusement park."Did you ride a rollercoaster? Have you ever tried it?" He asked her. She waved her hair back and tilted her head. " I never went out so it never happened. It looks scary though, I don't think I want to try it at all.""C'mon, it wouldn't bite." He ended up convincing her to enter the rollercoaster that day. Her heart wanted to burst out of her chest but she managed. She almost lost her voice due to her screaming that day.Anderson also took her to a restaurant where they spent the evening before going their separate ways. Her mind was drawn to him and she knew what it meant. She never felt this way for Harrison.She rolled on her bed. She sat up suddenly. "Liam told me to get a job." She hurried out of her bed and went straight to her wardrobe. She searched and t
Writer's POV_Ten hours earlier_Harrison cuddled Eleanor and made it hard for her to leave. She wanted to get off the bed, take her bath and go on her daily adventure. She had a lot to worry about. Having Harrison helped but it didn't solve her problems. "I'll be back soon, I promise.""That's how you promised yesterday. Just a little more, I'll let you go." He folded his legs on her covering her almost completely. She forced a kiss on his lips, he took it as a bribe. "That won't work. Kissing me like that, anyway, could trigger something you don't want so early in the morning.""Oh please, you're such a pervert." She struggled under him. He laughed and let go, spanking her ass as she stood it. It made a loud noise, she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas."I will do mine when I'm back." She went ahead to take her bath and dress up. Today, what she wanted to do was to find her father which she has been deprived of seeing, and look for Serena."You haven't been home these days a