Eleanor"Come closer Eleanor." Mr. Harrison's voice was tender and soft like a child was to a candy. I walked to him and stood beside his bed. "You look stressed Eleanor. This should help" he took my right hand and pulled me down to his bed. I sat still and wondered what he was going to do next. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. I felt his movements behind me but didn't dare look back. Complicated as it may be, I still wanted this, and I was craving it dearly. Everything around us seemed to freeze when his warm hands made contact with my neck. I sighed hard and took a deep breath. His hands were oily, making it easy to slide around my neck and my collarbones. I tilted my head up in sensation and savored the pleasure. Different electric currents ran down my body causing me to shiver a little.A little moan escaped my mouth but I didn't worry about it much. He had wonders in his hands and to my heart, he was performing miracles. It was just a massage but it sent tons of message

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 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

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

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