{PART NINE}
Eyanna's eyes widened. It happened so fast. She froze for a moment then pulled back. She could taste the alcohol through the kiss. Connor was still trying to kiss her back. He held her tight against him.
"Connor!" Eyanna snapped. "Stop it!"
Connor managed to kiss her again and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He groaned when he laced his tongue with hers. It was hard for Eyanna to fight back because Connor's arms were blocking her flailing ones. Eyanna closed her eyes tightly then with all the strength she has, she pushed him away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Eyanna shouts at him. Connor just slumped against a wall. Eyanna stared at him in confusion.
"Why does my life fucking suck so bad?!" Connor yells then he started crying. Connor Danes was actually crying. Eyanna couldn't believe it and it got her paralyzed for a moment. She needed to go but she can't just leave him here like that. That would be too wrong plus, who knows what he will get himself into. He is completely and utterly drunk.
"Connor, come on," she says. "I'll take you home."
"Hell no! I don't want to go ack there," Connor hisses. "It's not even a home. It's fucking hell."
Eyanna sighs. This is clearly not going to be easy.
No choice then, she says to herself.
She approaches him carefully then wraps an arm around his waist drapes his arm over her shoulders.
"Wrap you arms around me," Eyanna orders. Connor laughs but waps his arms around her. They almost fell down.
"Walk! I can't hold you up," Eyanna says. Connor snickers.
"Am I that heavy?" Connor asks. " It might be a probem when I go down on you during sex."
Eyanna groans and rolls her eyes.
"As if it will ever happen, player," she says. Connor snickers again then frowns suddenly.
"I'm not my mother," he mutters. "I'm not my father."
Eyanna's eyebrows furrowed.
What does he mean? she wondered.
She wanted to ask but right now is probably not the right time and place.
"Come on," Eyanna says as they began to move in very slow steps.
"Don't you dare take me home," Connor says in a harsh tone. Eyanna sighs.
"Fine," she says. "Where then?"
Connnor pondered for a moment.
"Somewhere we can get lost," Connor says. Eyanna thought deeply about this for a oment then nodded.
"My specialty," she says. "Come on."
Connor's eyebrows furrowed.
"Where are we going?" he asks. Eyanna laughs.
"Where else?" she says. "To get lost."
~
Madame Elisa Romanoff is the most lady-like woman you can ever had seen. She carries such an easy grace as she moves. She has blonde hair that has been plaited into a crown. She fancies different hairstyles and up-dos everyday. She believes that a woman shouldn't show too much skin but just enough to keep men interested. For her, showing too much skin is a desperate act to make a man notice you.
She carefully sips her Earl-Grey tea and stares at the night. Her husband was still on his business trip in Peru. She sighed. He probably couldn't face their daughter, Mheyanna or Eyanna as she likes herself to be called. There are just some things that you can't forget.
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