Eleanor Heart , The Lady Queen
No matter how much you think about it,you can't define her.
Her name itself doesn't match her attitude and her attitude avoids her name.
She is very rich,she can't love,she is hard and her life is so boring. Cold as ic...
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“ I feel like losing my mind”
I was dancing peacefully with my friend and a man suddenly joined me. I was trying to get his hands from me but this fucker kept touching me. What a joke!
I waited for him to leave while I was trying to escape from him but he didn't leave and followed me instead.
The girls were too much in the feeling and seemed not to remark my little distress.
Minutes later, the man was shoved by someone. Everyone was shocked and I came in contact with Damon and besides him looked like Stefano.
“If you touch my girl one last time. I will throw you to the garbage.” Damon said shoving the man by his collar.
Fears immediately laced the man eyes, and he left afraid of Damon.
I was relieved the man was away but still was afraid by the look Damon threw at me.
“Let me take you home!” Damon said and took my hands, his grips were really tight. I knew then he was angry.
“My purse is still at our table.” I said.
And the looks Damon gave me was like “you are still thinking about your purse at this moment.”
But then I took it.
And left with him.
When we were in his car, the silence installed itself and I felt that Damon was still mad.
“Did you talk to your friend to bring my friends home?” I asked breaking the silence.
He didn't say anything and just hummed as an answer to my question.
“What were you doing at the club?” I asked trying to make conversation.
And now you guys might think : Eleanor, he is mad, what are you trying to do? Killing yourself? But I needed to make him express himself.
“I don't know, maybe because it's my club.” He said and stopped the car at the red stop.
So that's why the name looked familiar.
Skill Concept = Skill club = same owner = Damon Vincente.
“The question is what were you doing at a club?” He asked finally looking at me in the eyes. His eyes burned of anger.
“Clubbing?” I shrugged.I don't really know what do we do at a club apart from clubbing.
“And the result is that.” He said.
“I was perfectly handling the situation until you came.” I said lying to myself.
I wasn't handling the situation. I don't know what would happen if Damon wasn't there. But I couldn't tell him that, more like my pride couldn't.
