Chapter 20

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Opera POV

I was a nervous wreck when I came to Margaret's house so late. I practically pounded on the door and she was so worried that there was something wrong. One look at me and you could tell I was freaking out, but I didn't need to tell her what happened. I didn't need to concern her at all with a stranger's death. Caroline's death. Besides, Margaret watches the news a lot, so I'm sure she'll hear about it tomorrow and talk my ear off the moment she sees me. I always hated Caroline and wanted her out of my life but this wasn't what I had in mind at all.

I took Andrew from her, thanking her quickly and dodging any question she had about my strange behavior. I was sure to lock both of the locks on the door. Erik has nowhere else to go so it was inevitable that he would show his face here. Also he would probably try to explain himself, as to why he murdered Caroline. I didn't need to hear it. Erik was a smooth talker when he wanted to, and with the feelings I have for him, I was scared that if he tried to convince me that what he did was justified, I might believe him. So it was best that I keep him away from me.

Andrew already ate, all that was left was to give him a bottle and put him to bed. Andrew could always sense my mood, and right now he was becoming fussy. I tried to calm my breathing and slow my heart rate down as I heated up his bottle. I appeared calm, and he became that too.

I sat down on the couch as I fed him his bottle, though I kept my eyes locked on the door. I didn't have a plan right now, which was bad. Erik will come here, and what will I do? I had nowhere else to go. No family, no friends, no money to afford a new place. Is my plan to keep the door locked and tell him to 'go away'? What would that do? If he wanted to, he could break the door down. I'm sure he's also experienced in picking locks, that guy can do anything he sets his mind to. And I know that he has his mind set on me.

This was a little unexpected of Erik to do. He hasn't shown any sign of hostility. Actually, that's a lie, he's very hostile and aggressive, but not so much that he would go and murder someone. Erik did have bad history with Caroline, after their date out of hell. I wouldn't think he would go and kill her for it, and in the most obvious way possible. Erik's signature move would be to strangle someone to death, and even in the musical he dropped their body down on stage. This was too perfect...too accurate.

Andrew started to doze off before he could even get halfway through his bottle. And I guess this ordeal really took a number on me because my eyes started to grow heavy. Though I didn't take them off the door for a second. I wanted to be ready if Erik were to show his face here.

How would I even tell the police Erik murdered her? Erik doesn't exist in this time, there would be too many questions and too much investigating. I was over thinking this, but with good reason. Right now my main concern was to keep Andrew safe, and keeping him here in this house where Erik will arrive any moment wasn't doing any good.

I yawned again as I rested my head against the sofa, pulling Andrew closer in my arms as the two of us dozed off. I guess in the morning I would bring him to daycare where there would be plenty of witnesses and people to keep him safe, and I would go and hide around for the rest of the day. That was my lazy plan that wasn't really thought out because I was too exhausted to think of a better one.

I don't really know how long I fell asleep for, but unfortunately for me, I was thrown into another dream with that damn witch. I opened my eyes and I was standing inside my apartment instead of her strange mansion these dreams normally took place in. Although I was home, I could tell this was a dream. I groaned and massaged my temples, "I'm not really in the mood for this."

"You don't have much of a choice." her voice replied almost immediately.

It came from behind me, and in front of me, and somehow everywhere. But I continued to stare at the carpet, "You threatened Erik. You're threatening me-"

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