Unrequited love
A/N: Sadly I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. That's Andrew Lloyd Webbers. But anyway, I do own this story and Cera Dolce Angelina Angemisque. She's all mine.
I lay down on my bed and starred up at the ceiling, tears in my eyes. That had been an unusually hard beating from my father.
He hated me because I loked so much like my mother, who had died when I was three. He had loved her with all his heart and now he could nver love agian. She had had a voice like an angel, and I had inherited it from her, along with my long, curly blonde hair and my pale blue orbs, blue like the summer sky or the oceans when there is no wind and not a cloud in the sky. My name is Cera Dolce Angelina Angemisque, or Cera for short. I hardly rmemberd my mother, but she had been an angelic woman.
We lived in the countryside by the sea, in a little, broken down shake of a house. My mother had served the Daaes since I could remember, and now I did to. My mother had died trying to save Christine when she fell in the sea and she drwoned. My father almost saved her but didnt, and so he hates himselve and me. He became an alchoholic and always beats me when he gets drunk.
I hate Christine Daae. She is such a little brat but everyone thinks shes perfect because she's rich. She married Raul de Chagney and I have to work as thier maid. Christine always yells at me when I do something wrong and sometimes she throws stuff at me. Also I found out that she is cheating on her husband. She is such a slut and Raul has no idea. But she has threatened to dissmiss me if I tell so I have to keep quiet, because my family is poor as dirt and we need the money to feed me and my sister. But my father spends most of it on absolut vodka. Then he'll get drunk and beat me and yell at me for looking like my mother. Once he got so drunk that he raped my sister.
My sister is so desperate to earn money to help me and her survive that she became a prostitute in Paris. She doesn't come home much but when she does my father abuses her and rapes her. She sends money to me, but my father steals it from me and buys gin with it. I survive by the little money I gain from my maid's job. I was trying to save up my money to go to Paris and find a place where I could earn money by singing in a bar or something. My mother would be ashamed, but I have to survive somehow.
I can hear my father raging around downstairs and the smashing of glass and furniture. His drunken yelling reached up to me. "Cera, you stupid slut, where are you?" I ignore him. "Come down here or I'll light the house on fire!" I starre at a crack in the ceiling. He won't really do it. I hope, he has been known to do some pretty crazy things when he's drnk.
But then I heart the crackle of flame and the smell of smoke. He's yelling again, but now he's scared. I bound off my bed and run downstais. Already the first floor is covered in fire and smoke. I run through it. My father yells after me, and I can hear him coming. He grabs my arm and I scream. He's holding a knife. I struggle to break free. The fire is creeping up on us. It catches on his pants. He yells and tries to beat at it. I struggle and break his grip, but the knife flies up and slashes my cheek. I scream again, but I keep running until I find the door and burst out of the house. I can feel the blood on my cheek as I watch the house burn down.
Damnit!