Letting Go
The next day, I woke up in my room and wondered where I was, but quickly remembered that I was a prisoner of the Phantom. Let's see if Gina has texted you back yet. I silently turned my phone on and saw that I had one new message.
From Gina Reynolds
Message received at 10:35 p.m. on Monday March 17th
Okay, I promise not to tell anybody, but you must promise me to get away from him a.s.a.p. Marta, please just try to get away, for your sake. When I get a chance to beg my grandma that lives in Paris, I will ask to visit her during summer break so I can find you.
Oh, Gina... you don't have to do this for me. Before I had the chance, Mr. Destler stormed into the room and snatched my phone from me. "Trying to call for help now, are you? Well, you won't escape me ever." he sneered. I watched helplessly as my phone was smashed into pieces by a large foot. Mr. Destler walked over to my bag and tossed my laptop across the room and broke as well. I was in tears by now and had no intention of looking at the man I was in the same room with. "That took care of all my problems. Hurry up and get dressed, we have to get you fitted for a dress." Not wanting to make him angry, I walked over to my dresser that had all my clothes in it and pulled out a pair of clean clothes.
"Would you kindly get out so I may dress?" I asked. Mr. Destler stood and walked out of the room. I quickly ran over to the door and locked it to make sure he wouldn't come back in. While I got dressed I thought of many ways to escape this man who acted like a beast. As soon as I was done dressing, I sat upon my bed. Even if he wants me to come out, I am not going to!
"What is taking you so long? Do all women take half an hour to get dressed or are you trying to provoke me to come in there and drag you out in your underwear?" he was yelling from the other side of the door. Suddenly, the door flew open and an angry phantom seized me by the wrists. I instantly gave up with no fight. Save your energy for your escape. Mr. Destler tossed me over his shoulder and began carrying me through a passage way. We eventually made it out of the opera house and into an alley. I was sat down and told to walk or else. A little bell rang as the door to the dress shop as we opened the door and entered. There was nobody at the little counter, but there was a bell for getting service.
I pressed the little button on the top and waited for whoever would come forth to help us. After a few seconds, a woman with long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes walked towards us. "Hello there! Welcome to my little dress shop; what can I do for you?" She was buzzing with glee and happiness. I don't think she can help us.
"My fiancé needs to be fitted for a wedding dress." Mr. Destler said. "I want the finest dress that my bride to be will love." I stared at him while he spoke. The girl nodded and took my hand. When Mr. Destler tried following, she stopped him and told him to take a seat. We walked into a room filled with dresses. I looked at each one and contemplated if I liked it or not. I was close to giving up when I spotted the most amazing wedding dress. It was a very soft pink color. It was a sweetheart and made of sating. It was definitely love at first sight.
"I'd love to try this one on, mademoiselle." I asked kindly. She grabbed it off the rack and took me into the dressing room after lacing it up; we found that it fit perfectly. I stood in front of the mirror and twirled. If only my mother could see me now... It was then that I remembered I was only 17, but that would change in a month.
"Shall we go show your fiancé?" she asked. I nodded grudgingly and followed her back out to the waiting room. When I stepped out into the room, all eyes were upon me. Mr. Destler was leaning up against the wall and studying me. I smiled as best as I could and waited for him to accept or deny the dress. I gulped with anticipation.
"You look amazing, my dear. No words can explain how gorgeous you look in that." I winced as he said the words, but then opened my eyes in shock. "It even fits perfectly." he said and handed over a large amount of cash to the girl. "Keep the extra as a tip." I trudged back to the dressing room without noticing that Mr. Destler had followed me. When I turned to close the door behind me, Mr. Destler stepped through the door way. "You'll need some help unlacing that." he grinned.
"Not from you! I'll wait for that lady to come back." I huffed and crossed my arms. Suddenly, I was being turned around by force and felt each lace in the back being undone. When the dress fell from my body, I told Mr. Destler to turn around so that I may get dressed. With a pout on his face, he turned around as I pulled on my t-shirt and pair of jeans. When we walked out of the store, the girl smiled and waved at us. "Well, that went better than expected..." I looked over at Mr. Destler and found him staring at me.
"Marta..." he said. Good, now he's back to the real Mr. Destler. We didn't talk all the way back to the opera house. When we arrived back at the lair, Mr. Destler ran off into a room and came back with a bag. "Take this money and leave." I stared at him in confusion. "Just go and never come back, Marta. I am afraid that I may hurt you." Before I could refuse I was being pulled down the same passage way we had come through. Now, I was standing in the alley way next to the opera house all alone. Where shall I go...?
Hey peeps! Sorry if this chapter sucked, but I couldn't come up with anything better. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks to all that have reviewed so far.
