The next morning when they both woke up, Jeslyn pushed Erik out of the bed. "Ouch. What is this? Kick the Phantom's ass day? First you hit me in the stomach, then you push me out of the bed." Jeslyn giggled. "No, but you're always slow at waking up. And now you're not, obviously." The Phantom got up slowly. "I'm guessing it's also my cue to leave, right?" Jeslyn, getting out of bed, "You bet it is handsome." She came over and kissed him. When he looked down, she looked sad. He have her a concerned look. Jeslyn just smiled and squeezed his hand. Erik then left. Jeslyn sat down at the vanity, put her head in her hands, and began to sob. "I can't lose him. I can't hurt him, I just can't." "Oh, I think you'll find it in you somewhere," Devon said from the doorway. Jeslyn looked up at him, her face tear streaked. "Here," he said, throwing the pictures he had taken on the vanity, "If you try to back out of this, I'll send these to the papers. So you don't really have much of a choice now, do you?" Jeslyn shook her head. "Good, now, the cast is going out for breakfast and you will be going with them and you will sit next to me? Understand?" Again, Jeslyn just nodded her head. Devon walked toward her, leaned over, put his arms around her waist and kissed her, but she didn't kiss him back. Devon pulled away, furious, and slapped her. "You'll learn to show feelings for me soon enough, if you want your little freak show to live." Jeslyn clenched her fists and sat up straighter. "Awww, did I hurt your feelings?" Devon said mockingly. "Why are you doing this to him. Why are you making me put him through so much pain when he isn't the one who turned you down," she said through clenched teeth. "Because my dear, I know that by breaking his heart and causing him pain will cause you twice as much sorrow and heartbreak as I could ever inflict on you. Especially if you still had him to run to. Now you have to deal with that fact that you will break his heart, and you will once again have no one to run to for comfort," he laughed. "You are an evil man." She spat back at him.
Later that morning, at breakfast.
"Devon, keep your hands off of me!" Jeslyn hissed at him. He still wouldn't take his hand off of her thigh. "You belong to me, I'll put my hands where ever I want," he replied as he slid his hand farther up. Jeslyn tried to move her chair away, but Devon squeezed her thigh harder and grabbed her chair. "And where do you think you're going?" he said threateningly. "Anywhere were you aren't." Jeslyn said, getting up and leaving. "Hey everyone. I have some pictures to show you." Devon shouted down the table and then turning to Jeslyn to see her reaction. Everyone stopped to listen and asked what the pictures were of. Jeslyn came back and sat down. She knew that Devon wasn't fooling around. "Darn it, I left them back at the opera house everyone, sorry." and everyone went back to their food. Devon smiled maniacally at Jeslyn, who rolled her eyes and tried to keep from crying.