Crystal sat on her bed in ragged and torn clothes. The only good outfit she had she wouldn't wear when he was home. She couldn't let her mothers dress get destroyed. She winced as she heard the drunken stumbles of her husband, Sebastian, walk up the stairs. 'He must have those friends of his over tonight.' She whimpered in her mind.
Sebastian sighed as opened the door to see his wife tensed up on the bed staring at him with cold eyes. "Woman! Why aren't you down there?" He yelled as he walked in grabbing her wrist tightly.
Crystal grabbed his hand trying to wrench it off her arm. She winced from the pain it caused her. "You never called me down Sebastian." She said in a pleading voice hoping he would not strike her. It was a common thing but she was still not used to the feeling of being struck after so many years of her parents loving care with hardly any disipline.
Sebastian's features softened slightly then he shook his head and sighed pushing her out the door. She stumbled out of their bedroom as she could hear the shouts of the men that were laughing and yelling about stories and experiences they'd had. Realization hit her once agian as she remembered why he had came to get her in thefirst place. "Sebastian! No!" She shook her head and backed agianst the wall. "I will not do this anymore! Can't you get money some other way?" She pleaded and all she got was a snarl in return.
"I have money but that's for me to keep so i can use it for investments and buisness. This money is for pleasure. For me to use on drinking and cigars and clothes. You don't want your husband poorly dressed out in public do you?" He said in a fake whimper as he leamed over her and grabebd ehr arm dragging her down the stairs with her kicking and screaming all the way.
Crystal shot up in the cushions she had made a bed out of. Beads of sweat had formed all over her face and her clothes were matted down agianst her body damp from the nightmare's effect on her. Her hand was over her heart as if trying to tame the pounding it was doing to her chest. She then noticed Erik looking at her concerned. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned that his lair-mate had some sort of illness.
She shook her head as she layed back down, cuddling one of the cushions with her arms agianst her dampened body. "Just a nightmare of things long in the past." She said quietly as he nodded and stood up. His facial expressions changing form those of concern to those of a painting done by an emotionless artist.
"Well go to the room, I dont need some girl messing up my cushions out here." He stated taking in Crystal's shocked face. He then haned her the two bags. "There is are two dresses, a violin, and music sheets with some quills and ink in those. Use them carefully." He said and walked off into his music room
Crystal got up and looked at him as he disapeared behind the slamemd door. She looked down at the stuff then noticed her eyes were half closed and yawned. She would look at the things in the morning. She needed her sleep for now.
