Okay I decided to make this a story; it will probably mainly be about Rosalyn since we all know what happened to Erik. I will have Erik's POV in here so we know what's going on with him though. I mean Phangirls know everything about him; we are kind of stalkerish when it comes to Erik. Anyways here is chapter two.

Rosalyn's POV

"Shut up!" Her mother yelled obviously upset by the constant crying and calling for her brother. It had been three days and every time Rosa thought about her brother she burst into tears.

"How can I? You took away my only friend in the world!" She burst into tears again.

"Your mother said to shut up!" Her father bellowed as he his hand collided with her cheek.

"As far as I am concerned she is no longer my mother!" She said dryly.

"She is your mother!" He hit her again.

"And as for you!" She yelled recovering from the hit. "I hate you! You are a vicious evil monster!" His boot hit her in the abdomen and she fell to the floor. "I hate you." She said under her breath.

"You are acting up, you should learn to behave yourself." He hissed. He grabbed her by the hair. She screamed out in pain as he dragged her to the room where her brother used to be. "Maybe a few days in here will make you act like a behaved young lady."

He threw her in the room and locked the door. "No!" She shouted. She stood and went to the door. "No! Let me out!" She screamed as she banged her fists against the door. "Let me out!" She began to sob. She fell to the ground and began to cry.

Erik's POV

The strange man threw him in the cage and gave an scary laugh. Erik didn't want to be in there, so far the man was even crueler to him then his parents were. When he lived with his parents at least he had his sister to love and comfort him.

"You little demon, you'll get me a lot of money, Ha!" The man laughed.

"Papa? Who is that?" A little girl stepped into the tent and watched the boy in the cage scatter to the corner. She tightened her grip on her small and tattered stuffed monkey.

"Not who, what is it?" He snickered.

"But it's a boy." The little girl told her father as if he were stupid.

"Mirela, go this doesn't concern you!" The little girl stepped back; she looked at the boy one more time then ran. Erik couldn't understand why parents were so cruel. This man didn't seem to want the girl around at all.

"Where am I?" Erik asked. The man shot him a furious look.

"You will not speak!" He grabbed a whip and struck the boy across the arm.

"Ow!" Erik slunk over and held his arm close. The man struck him again but this time on the back. Erik could feel the sticky warm blood drip down his back. He felt stinging tears falling from his eyes.

"Here!" The man threw a sack with two holes at him. "I don't want to see that hideous thing you call a face." Erik felt hurt, everything in his life had go wrong so far. First he is born with a hideous face, his parents never showed any love toward him, and his sister was ripped away from him. Now he was stuck here with this evil man.