Stalker or Lover?

Chapter 6; The Truth

"Erik, please come home with me." I wanted to heal his arm. He agreed. I walked him home, and I laid him on the couch.

I unwrapped the piece of his shirt from his arm. It was really infected.

"Erik, have you seen a doctor?"

"No." He nodded his head. Why hasn't he seen a doctor? I placed a cold towel on his arm, and he flinched. I let it sit there for a few minutes.

"Erik, this may hurt a bit." I placed some rubbing alcohol on his arms to get rid of the germs and he moved and tensed his muscles.

"Relax Erik." I told him. "Everything is going to be ok."

As I cared for him, Erik fell asleep. He looked so peaceful. As time passed, I grew more curious about what he knew.

I shut my eyes, and fell asleep.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes. It was so bright in the room. I placed my hand over my eyes. My eyes haven't gotten used to the brightness. I shut them, and slowly opened them, moving my hand away from my head.

"Erik?" I asked. What was he doing up so early? UGH. I just want to go back to bed, I sat up, and sat beside him.

"Erik, tell me the truth. What do you know?"

"Let me see. Ah the truth, why can't I tell you the truth?" He mumbled, but I could comprehend every word he said. "Christine, the only thing I can tell you is that he's a really bad man. He'll hurt you!"

"Erik!" I shouted. "Why won't you tell me the real truth?!"

"You can't handle it. It's too much to take in at once. Plus, I'm scare you might blame me for what has happened."

"Erik. I sat down, after I stood up in rage. I gazed into his eyes, and spoke. "I'm ready for the truth. It won't be too much."

"When I was young, I was born into a family, who loved me and card for me. A time grew, I learned to love them more than any other person on the planet. They loved me.........before the accident. I was playing around with my friend. She was my only friend, and we were playing in the field. Of course, growing up, there are bullies. The bullies hated me, because my only friend was a girl. A girl who everyone in the school liked. The bullies grew jealous of her, and thought she waisted her time with me. I knew they were right, but she truly cared for me. But when I was in 2nd grade, they did something that left a scare. They turned my world upside down. They thought it would be funny. They had a bucket, and poured it on my head. The bullies friends, thought it was water, but it wasn't. I was acid. The acid burned my face, and burned the flesh. Everyone was frightened. But she wasn't. Her name was Angela. She experienced what happened, and I knew I truly loved her from that moment forward. I went home to tell my mother and father, but when they saw my face, they loathed me. They kicked me out of the house, and I had to survive on my own. What my mother didn't tell me, was they were having a baby. My brother. Him. That man! I married Angela, but the bullies came back years later. They killed her right in front of my very own eyes. She died in my arms, bleeding from a wound. I would never forgive myself. I was depressed for years. It wasn't until I moved to Paris, and haunted the Paris Opera house, and I met you. My mother called, and told me about my brother. I told him all about you; how fantastic you were. The amazing singer you are, and I guess he started to fall in love. I'm sorry that you have to hear this."

I stared in shock. I couldn't believe it. Erik was right, that was a lot to take in. I just had to breathe.

"Excuse me for a moment." I walked outside, and shut the door.