Twisted Every Way(Phantom Of The Opera Fic)

Chapter 94: Flowers Bloom

Ilios raced down the stairs passed the dressing rooms and into the catacombs. Her steady jog sped into a run, some unknown force giving her the strength to bolt the mile home.

It was cold, but she didn't suppose she felt cold. It was more a separation, between her and her thoughts. Through leaves and mud and endless roads, she trekked to what she figured, was her demise.

The back door creaked open as quietly as could be managed and she quickly slipped off her mud-stained shoes.

Slowly she made her way past the kitchen, almost past the living room and main hall.

"Where have you been?!" a frantic voice yelled

Ilios gave an exasperated sigh, "Out fishin."

Erik slammed the door shut, making Ilios jump in her skin.

"Fishing in the dark?" He exclaimed crossing his arms.

"Some fishes like night better."

Erik rose to his full height, towering above her. He had a jaw like thin cut glass and he would be handsome Ilios figured, were it not for his black eyes, like two pieces of coal staring right at you.

 A shadow of stubble lined his face and his hair fell recklessly over his eyes.

Not in the wild carefree way Eli's hair did. 

In a fury, in a dangerous mood.

"Your Mothers been worried sick," Erik spat pointing to the door, "I've put up with you long enough Ilios. I've let you go barefoot and wild even when your Mother told me not to. But it's gone too far." 

"I fell asleep okay!" Ilios stated holding back shallow tears, "I fell asleep talking on the roof!" 

"You fell asleep?!" Erik stammered in horror. 

Ilios ripped her scarf from around her neck and chucked it onto the coat rack, "Yes I fell asleep! That's what normal people do, isn't it?! When they're tired?!"

"Not Destlers," Erik hissed, "You know better. You're not stupid Ilios. I just don't understand." 

"Well maybe I don't want to be a Dester," Ilios muttered in a moment in rage, "Maybe I'll be a Larabee." 

"What did you just say?!" Erik said slowly, his face draining of color. 

"Nothing," Ilios sighed realizing her error, "Let me see Mother. Punish me all you want, I won't regret it! I won't!" 

"Ilios," Erik said stiffly, "I just want to know where you were." 

"I told you," She laughed awkwardly, "I fell asleep on the roof." 

"Why were you up there?" He asked taking a seat and gesturing for her to do the same.

"I just needed to get out okay?" Ilios moaned, "I feel like I'm trapped here. Like I'm suffocating, I needed to think some things over."

"I understand. And I know that since Peter stopped-"

"No," Ilios said shaking her head violently, "I don't wanna talk about Peter. I don't want to talk." 

"Alright," Erik nodded, "We'll discuss this later. Clearly your not willing to be mature about this. If childish you behave, a childish punishment you'll recieve. Go to your room." 

Ilios face twisted with shame a red shock, "But Papa-" 

"Ilios!" He ordered, "Your room please." 

"But it's only noon!" 

"Ilios!" He shouted closing his eyes. 

And an angry mass of tears she fled to her room.