Alright I wrote a bit more… I have had NO TIME… ahhhh I feel so guilty. I wish I had more time to write for you but life is evil and I'm in the school musical….. heheh the Sound of Music.. the hills the hills
Chapter 2
Before I could leave the building, I almost tripped over a small man in a top hat.
"Hello my name is Henri-Marie-Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa. Can I interest you in a drink?" he said grabbing my arm and trying to drag me back where I had just fled from.
" No I'm sorry I really most be going." I explained as I tried to pull my hand from his grip.
"Stop!" the word froze us both. I looked up to see Christian at the top of the stairs. I stood mesmerized as he descended the stairs. The tears in my eyes blurred my vision to make him look like a fallen angel leaving heaven. I looked away not wanting to be sucked into his deep, pained blue eyes.
"I'm leaving Christian." I stated coolly, grabbing my bag once again.
"No, we're not done yet." His voice commanding once more.
"Christian I will not be bullied by you any more. So don't try. I'm not a child any more!"
"I know!" he yelled, the softer, "I know."
"Then let me go." I implored softly. He finally reached the landing.
"No." he took my hand gently, "I won't. I just lost Satine, I won't lose you."
"You just don't get it. I've always been here, always." anger flared and I lost my nerve, "Please don't do this." I felt Toulouse let go of my arm, "I shall call on you again tomorrow and please don't try to follow me." I hurried out and down the dank, dirty alleys, trying to hurry back to the pad I had rented for my stay.
"Hello pretty lady." I spun around to see two large surly men that were too close for me to be comfortable.
"Hello." I nodded to them and tried to speed up. As I pasted them, a hand went over my mouth and I felt a blade at my throat.
"Just stay quiet and everything will be alright." The blade was pressed closer and harder. I was starting to feel faint but I knew the minute I fainted I would never get out of it.
"Let go of her." Oh please tell me he isn't here. I begged as I heard his voice.
TBC…
And as the writer I hope to be able to tell you all who "I" is.