Stuck in the Past (Phantom of the Opera) (Sequel: From Present to Past)

Chapter 6

(Sarah's POV

I walked down the street, headed back to the Opera House after a morning of visiting Mother.

(Jabril's POV)

I smiled as I saw my princess walking down the street, I stood up from my table at the cafe and followed her.

Sarah kept walking then she stopped and turned around to look back. I quickly ducked into an ally and watched her.

She knitted my eyebrows and scowled but turned around and quickened her pace home.

I watched her go and I turned and ran down a shortcut of mine, so I would be in front of her. Right as she walked by, I made my appearance.

She stopped in her tracks as I appeared. "Good morning." She said politely as she stepped to the side to walk by me.

I smiled at her, "Good morning, princess."

She frowned. "I'm not your princess, Jabril. I never was." She said. I had called her that many times during our relationship.

"Ah, but you are, princess. You just don't see it yet, soon you will." I smiled.

"How?" She asked quietly.

"You'll see." I whispered with a smile and then quickly grabbed her and raised a cloth to her lips, she would be asleep in seconds.

She gasped and was about to scream with everything went black.

"Sleep, princess." I whispered as I picked her up and carried her home.

I walked in as soon as she woke up. "How is my wife this morning?" I asked as I walked to her side. "You had a horrible night. Being ill from our child."

She drew away from me and looked around. "Jabril, you've got the wrong person. I ain't your wife."

"Yes, you are princess." I said softly. "We've been married for months now."

"No, we haven't." She said as she sat up. "Why would I marry you?"

"Because you love me." I said as I gently pushed her back down.

She pushed away my hands. "I love Erik." She said.

I sighed. "Dear, there is no Erik. Not anymore." I told her.

"What did you do to him?!" She shouted as she bolted out of the bed.

"Nothing. Nothing." I said calmly. "I didn't do anything to him." I walked over to her, "Please, calm down, Princess. Stressing isn't good for the baby."

"She isn't yours." She snapped. "Why should you care about Charlotte?"

"Because she is my baby." I stated.

"She's not yours!" She shouted. "She's Erik's. Just like Mike."

I sighed. She wasn't understanding. "You need a nap." I said as I walked her back to bed. "Once you are fully rested perhaps you can join me for dinner."

"No. I want to know where I am, why I'm here and what is going to happen to me." She said as she refused to lay down.

"You are finally home. You are my wife." I said as I walked up to her. "Now, rest." I said as I smiled at her and then walked out of the room. Locking the door.

(Sarah's POV)

I sat down on the bed and waited until I heard his footsteps fading away. Then, I proceeded to try to pick the lock with my hairpin.

(Erik's POV)

I paced back and forth in my music room. Something was wrong. Sarah was supposed to be back a hour ago.