Note: Once again, it goes into her darker past...I hope you don't mind the horror in this chapter. If you are somewhat saddened by little children dying, then be warned, you may cry. Review, review review, because that's the cool thing to do! Haha..I made it rhyme. Lol...okay im going...
Chapter 11
Erik was astounded. There, on her bed, sat Ana. A needle in her hand, both wrists bleeding freely and the needle point tinged with her blood. He looked up at her face, which held all the sadness in the world. Her nose was running, and she lifted her hand to wipe it. Blood smeared across her face and mixed with her tears. He quickly crossed the threshold of the mirror and grabbed the needle out of her hand.
"What the hell are you doing!" he said quietly not shouting but still getting the point across.
"He was there, he was at that party and...and he was having the greatest time of his life. Laughing, flirting, dancing. Looking at women differently then he ever looked at me. I felt so...so..." she burst into fresh tears.
Erik felt fear grip his heart, "Was this man you are talking about your husband?" He saw Ana nod and sobbed harder. "Did he see you?"
This made Ana look up at him. "Did he see me! Did he SEE me! Is that all you are concerned about! About him seeing me and whisking me away from you! You'd have no one to run your chores or anything else if he took me. So obviously, I am only a baggage, a dummy that is all in this plot. I obviously don't mean anything to you. You," she began to shake with rage, pointing her finger at him, "are just like him. Conceited and arrogant. All you two care about is yourselves. God I was such a fool for believe I liked you more than a friend." She stood up and started to pace. "If you were there when he held my mother's diamond ring in his hand, grinning foolishly and in a maniac-sense, if you were there when he took my child and he...you would feel sorry for me! You believe me to be a slut. You accuse me of being a slut but not once did you ask about my past. Not once, did you wonder why I never questioned about your mask or wonder why I always told you lies to make it seem like I was the little slut you believed me to be. If Alex were here, I'd swear you were his twin."
Erik stood up. "Don't you dare call me his twin. I do not like women accusing me of anything. I never had the love and compassion you might have had from your mother, your aunt, your husband. I have lived my life alone, and I'd rather believe that you are a slut than a poor helpless woman who likes nothing more than screwing up with peoples lives! You sit here and destroy your body and then you accuse me of being just like him! I think not Madame!" he raged back at her.
"Me, screwing up peoples lives! Obviously you were deaf the night I told Meg that Alex raped me. Did you hear that, he raped me! Then, when we did get married, he would constantly rape me. I was thrown against bloody walls, beat up until I was senseless. Then, when I was sitting at dinner the one night, Alex was drunk as a god damn skunk and he took me on the table and had his way with me. Didn't even bother with the servants who stood there, dumbfounded. The only way I could relieve my pain was by slicing my wrists open. The pain made me forget about what Alex had done to me, what he constantly did to me. When I found out that I was carrying that bastard's son, I was heartbroken. I was only 18 and I was going to have a child to a man I couldn't even stand to be around. But soon, as the child grew inside of me, I began to hope that this child could be my escape from Alex. But after I gave birth to that child, I was wrong. I was oh so wrong. It only brought me more heartache." Ana screamed at him until she began to sob. She crumpled to the floor and began to rock back and forth, sobbing. Erik stood there dumbfounded. Maybe she wasn't a slut as she said she was. He crossed over to her and knelt down to her.
"What happened to your child?" he said quietly.
"Alex didn't believe the child was his. He claimed that he could never produce such a beautiful child. It was a son, his son. I was never able to leave the house under his supervision, but the servants found ways for me to get outside. Alex knew that they were sneaking outside so he claimed that I was meeting a lover, a lover that had gotten me pregnant. A month or two after I gave birth to John Alex McKinley, he said he wanted to play with his son. I was astounded, shocked that he would want to acknowledge his son. So I told him he could after John had had his bath. Alex said he wanted to help bathe his own son. I let him help me, he put his kid in the bathtub and then he..." Ana stopped taking deep breaths, fresh tears bursting from her eyes. "He pushed John down by his shoulders, held him under water until he was sure the baby had drowned. He killed his own son, then he calmly got up, turned around and wiped his hands on the towel. Before he left, he said 'Don't you ever give birth to a bastard child and claim it as mine. You knew he wasn't mine and now I got rid of him.' then he walked out. I sat there shocked then the shocked turned to raw pain and I screamed loudly. The servants came running some consoled me and they all knew Alex had killed the baby. My parents never knew that I had a child, until I accidently let it slip. Then Alex told me that if I didn't give up my lover, he'd take my parents away from me. He told me it was easy to kill a child and it'd be even easier to take my parent's lives."
Erik was astounded, this woman who sat in front of him told him the absolute truth of why she was here, why she was running away from her past, why she cut herself. "He killed your parents as well? And no one believed you?"
"No one did, they, his friends and some of mine, all thought I had a secret love affair. Noone believed me except the servants and my parents. The servants were the ones that helped me out of my own house. I never want to return to him." She took a shuddering breath, "so now you know the real truth. The truth about why I stated I had a lover, it's so much easier than opening that old wound. Now if you don't mind I'd like to be alone. I...I need to think and to fix my wrists."
Erik looked at her and took her face into his hands. He pulled her head up to look at his, "Just tell me why you never questioned about my mask."
"Why? Well, that's an easy one. I knew that you had a horrible scar behind it. I know because I had a servant in America that had to wear one because of me." At Erik's questionable look she continued, "I was a little girl and I was playing around in the kitchen. I tripped and bumped a servant who happened to be carrying a pot of boiling hot water. It spilled on his face and it spilled on me. On my stomach, I still carry the horrible scars. Alex took one look at me and called me a monster. After that, he always took me with my clothes and his still on. Now, I would like to be alone. I need to mend my wrists." She looked down, there was dried blood on her wrists, her skin was red and puffy around the cuts.
"I'll mend your wrists. Do you have any extra clothe around?" He stood up and saw Ana point to her dresser. He opened it up and pulled out two strips of cloth. Striding over to the basin that now held cold water, he dipped the clothes in the water and wrung them out. Then he strode back over and knelt down by her again. He took her wrist into his left hand and slowly cleaned the wound. He heard her hiss in pain and smirked.
"This is your fault little one. I may need to clean it with brandy so it doesn't get infected." he heard her gasp rather quickly. He took the same measures for her other wrist and cleaned off the dried blood. Then, getting back up, he grabbed another two pieces of cloth and went back to her. He tied them around her wrists. He had just finished up tying her other wrist when a pounding came at her door.
"Ana! Ana, are you okay? You have a visitor out here!"
Oh no! Please don't kill me for the cliff hangers! I love them and think they make the story so much more better. Have fun being annoyed by this cliff hanger.
