Chapter 24

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I do not own Phantom of the Opera, just Elyza and Liz-Marie and a few other minor things, but who knows?

Elyza

When I woke up, I awoke in yet, another strange place. From the moment I opened my eyes, I saw a grand, but medium-sized chandelier hanging from a crimson ceiling. The walls were that matching red colour, and there was a large window on one side of the room. I had no idea where I could possibly be... And the bed... The bed was the most comfortable bed I had ever been in.. I was surrounded by dark red silk sheets, red and black throw pillows, regular pillows in red silk cases, and a black comforter. Plus, the bed was large. A king-sized, probably. There were also black drapes about me... a canopy bed? I suspected I was in Erik's home.. I felt myself smile and snuggle into the sheets, but with my arm being in a cast, that was kind of difficult... I decided to give up and I sat against the headboard. I pushed back the black drapes and saw on the bedside table, a note and my spectacles. I put on my glasses, picked up the note, and it read:

My Dearest Elyza,
I have returned to school for the remainder of the day. Liz-Marie is in the house with you. I am sure you will be able to find her, despite how extensive the grounds are. I hope you are enjoying your new bedroom; Liz-Marie is enjoying hers, so, please, make yourself at home, since you ARE home. Enjoy. Explore.
Yours Truly,
Erik

I grinned and read the note over and over again in my head and aloud. All of my previous worrying melted away and I suddenly felt safe with this man... I stepped onto the plush, black carpet with bare feet and actually looked around the room, being able to see it clearly. There was a black, grand piano in the corner of the room, bench and all. The room was so big, I could run around freely in it. So, this man did a lot more than teaching art classes, I was sure. I could only imagine what Liz-Marie's bedroom looked like. I walked across the floor, my grin, still present and pushed open the large double-doors to go take a look at the rest of the house... Or, mansion, as it was more appropriately called...

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