The Phantom's Revenge

Chapter 7: Self Pity

Tears of frustration poured down my face. I watched as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and kissed her neck. She bit her lip and smiled as she once had when I did this. The whole time he did this he eyed me with a sheepish look on his face. He whispered something into her ear and they both glanced towards me. She stood up as he turned the sofa around and pushed it closer to where I was, so I could see everything they did. They climbed back on it and he started kissing her. All of her. My stomach turned as I watched. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I had to watch. She took his shirt off and my nostrils flared. She hadn't touched me that way since we'd first been married. He pulled her dress off and eyed me as he did this. My face was twisted in anger and pain. He smiled at my reaction and kissed every inch of her skin. She pulled his trousers off and I started to shake with anger. My chains rattled against the gate. They payed me no mind. I watched, angrily as they kissed, felt and touched each other. My heart raced and sweat beaded on my forehead. He caressed her. She embraced him. I felt as if steam was coming from my ears. I had to look away. I had to think of anything but this moment. A quiet moan came from their direction and I thought harder. About a cold drink. How I could escape.

" I love you.

I know. And I you Erik."

They panted to each other. I had enough. I couldn't take anymore of this. I started to loudly hum to myself. Blocking them out. As hard as I tried I could still hear them. I could hear every little noise Christine made. It was the most torturous thing I had ever endured. After a while of small noises, "I love you"s and loud humming it all stopped. My head hung and I couldn't bare to look anywhere but the ground. I sat there, staring at the cold stone floor wallowing in self pity.