Lucy's Angel
Summary:
Lucy's life hasn't been the most incredible one an 18 year old could have. Her mother: dead; her father: a drunkard and very abusive. One night, after retrieving a severe beating from her father, Lucy finds herself in Paris, France and under the Opera Populaire with the famous Phantom of the Opera. Will Erik become her angel and take Lucy under his wing? Shall Lucy return to her own time and to her father?
Chapter 1
He's going to be here any minute! I quickly ran up the stairs and to my room. My father told me that he was going to be going with a few friends to get a drink. What he meant by that was: he was going to get rip roaring drunk with the bar room bums. Ever since mom had died, he had been getting drunk almost every day and beating me senseless. If he does it one more time, I swear I am going to run away. Downstairs, the door opened slowly and then was slammed.
"LUCY!" I heard my dad roar. Quietly, I opened the door to my closet and hid inside. My heart was beating in my throat and my head was throbbing crazily. God, don't let him find me in his drunken state. Thumping footsteps came closer and closer to my room. Suddenly, the door to my room opened and was slammed.There is no mistaking that my dad was in my room. "Little Lucy... I know you are in here." my dad said. My hands were shaking with so much fear. Don't open the closet door. I heard stuff being knocked off my nightstand and dresser. Slowly, I backed up into a stack of boxes in my closet and sent them crashing to the floor. I yelped quite loudly.
Light poured into the closet as the door was opened. The disgusting stench of alcohol drifted into my senses. I stared up at my drunken father and gulped. "What are you doing in here? You know you shouldn't be hiding from your dad."
"Da... dad... you don't have to..." Suddenly, I was picked up off my feet and thrown out of the closet. My eyes shut tightly and I prepared for the worst. I heard my dad walk over to me and he chuckled.
"Your mother and I made the biggest mistake of our lives in having you." With those word said, he began kicking me everywhere. I painfully felt every bone in my body breaking from each impact. Suddenly, I felt a hand around my ankle and I screamed for my life. My dad began dragging me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I heard a drawer open and slowly opened my eyes. Standing directly in front of me, was my father with a kitchen knife in his hand. No, please don't do this... He put a foot on my stomach and pushed hard. "Let's see if I can make you any prettier." I heard then blacked out.
...
When I awoke, I couldn't see a thing. What is wrong with my vision? My hand flew to my face and in horror, I screamed. Where my head should have been was now wrapped entirely in bandages. What happened to me? I began feeling around the bed I was in and was surprised to feel silky sheets. This couldn't be a hospital bed or my room. My head began throbbing again and I clutched it in pain. I was about to try climbing out of bed but stopped when I heard a mysterious melodic voice.
"Don't worry, mademoiselle. You are in a safe place"
"Where am I? Who are you?" I asked franticly. Don't let this be some kind of rapist. When there wasn't an answer, I asked again. "Please answer me sir. Where are we and who are you?"
"We are in my home and I am Erik. What's your name, mademoiselle?" he replied.
"Lucy and please stop calling me 'mademoiselle'. Erik, where's my father?"
"Your father? When I found you in the street, you were all alone and severely injured. No more questions, child. You need to rest." Erik said and I heard him stand and start walking away. Say thank you, Lucy!
"Erik!" I called out.
"What do you want now!" he said angrily.
"Thank you for saving me." I said. I wonder what he looks like. Slowly, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
"Lucy..."
"Lucy..."
My eyes opened and I looked all around me. I was standing in a meadow. Not that far away from me stood a small cottage next to a road. 'Who lives there?' I thought and started walking towards it. The scent of roses drifted into my nose and I smiled. Next to the house was a rose garden and in it was a little boy. He looked about 5 years old and had a sack over his head. 'Why does he wear a sack over his head?'
"Hi there." I said. The boy looked up at me and looked down again. "My name is Lucy; what's your name?" I asked.
"Erik..."
"Well then, Erik, I have to say that this is one pretty rose garden." I complimented and sniffed one of the red roses. All Erik did was nod and continue staring at his feet. Before I could say another word, a light enveloped me and I went blind for a second or two.
"Lucy, be careful of the roses thorns... For when pricked, you shall return to the world of your own..."
