Asylum Ghost (Phantom of the Opera)

Chapter 9 - No

Amber's POV:

I sat in my room and stared out the window. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. I didn't want to eat. Today, Nicolas had declared the marriage would be consummated. I looked down at my hands and slipped the ring off my finger. I wasn't going to stay here. He might be trying to be nice but I didn't want anything to do with him. I loved Erik. I laid the ring down on the window sill and, walking over and sitting down at my desk, started to write a note.

Dear Nicolas,

You have been somewhat kind to me, but not kind enough to keep me. You put me in an insane asylum when you didn't want to comfort me. I might have stayed here because you seem to be different. Even though I can stand you having my money I can't let you have my body. I don't love you and but love Erik. I am leaving. I am returning to him. And don't try to follow. He will kill you.

Amber Wallis

I signed my name with my maiden name. I was married but wasn't going to own it. I carefully folded the letter and placed the ring on top. I grabbed my jacket and went to open the door. But it was flung open and I saw Nicolas standing before me. He looked at me and then at my desk where the letter was sitting. He walked over to it and opened it. If I had been smart I would have run then. But I didn't. He read the note than flung it to the ground. He turned around and glared at me. I was frozen under his terrifying glare.

“So you think you are getting away? Well, I thought I might be gentle on you. Let you enjoy our time together. But, no, you are going to hate every minutes of it.” He grabbed my wrist and flung me against the wall. I crumpled against it and he pulled me up and kissed my hard on the lips. There was no gentleness and no love. He tore my shirt and I slammed my knee into... a certain place. He bent over and let out a cry of agony. He fell to the ground and curled into the fetal position. I didn't bother to even change my shirt as I ran away. I ran to his car and started it. My father had taught me how to drive so I was familiar with it. I found my way back to the asylum and parked the car. I didn't know how to find Erik but I sneaked back into the asylum. I managed to creep past the guards and up to my room. I tested the door and found that it was open. I didn't know how on earth I was going to find my way down to Erik's home but I walked to his passageway's door and went through it. I looked around and a tear slipped down my cheeks. It was quite the labyrinth and I didn't know where to go. I closed the door and shouted,

“ERIK, HELP ME!” My voice echoed down the passageways and all I heart was my heart pounding in my ears. I stood there for quite some time and then started to walk down the tunnel. I kept calling for him until I heard Erik's voice calling,

“AMBER!” I stopped and shouted,

“ERIK! I AM HERE!” Five minutes later he appeared in the tunnel. He stared at me as if I was a phantom. I smiled and ran into his arms. He held me close and stroked my hair as I held onto him like he was my lifeline. Then I started to cry. I had almost lost everything that was dear to me. Erik patted my back as I sobbed.

“Oh, Erik,” I whispered into his chest. “Oh, I am so glad to have you back. I thought I wouldn't ever see you again.” He took my hand and quickly led me down to his lair. He carefully sat me down and fetched some water. I drank it down in one gulp. He sat down beside me and held me close. I set the water down and he kissed me gently. I kissed him back and he whispered against my lips,

“This is cheating, you know.” I smiled and kissed him before I responded,

“I know. But I will rectify it as soon as I can.” He smiled at me and his bicolor eyes sparkled.

“And how do you plan to do that?” I giggled and said,

“I don't know. I will find a way though.” He sat me on his lap and I cuddled close. It was cheating but I was going to deal with it. I hated my husband. Erik rocked me and said,

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” I told him everything. He was furious. I knew he hated Nicolas to begin with but he really hated him now.

“Amber, he needs to be gotten rid of. He almost raped you!” I shook my head.

“I don't want blood on your hands. He won't ever find us down here. I am safe for now. Erik, I am tired. Can I go to bed?” He nodded and carried me to a bed. I curled up and whispered, “Sing me something.” He smiled and kissed me softly.

“Of course, my love.” He started to sing,

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

I was asleep before he even moved on to the next verses.