When I reached the door I slammed the door as rushed to safety before I collapsed onto the floor in a ball crying. My father ran over to me instantly as soon as I slammed the door his words trying to confront me the pass though me no echo of hope in his words. We both know that the monster Gaston will not be kind to me he will force me into these things which I have only and could only truly share with one person.
But I had to be strong and I had to dream even if it was dreaming of being somewhere far away some where I could consider home, which I knew now was not this tiny cottage I had lived so long. And it certainly wasn't any place in which I'd live with Gaston. No as I once reflected when I was first in the Beast's castle home is where the heart is and home for me is with the Beast the man I love.
And that was it, what would keep me going with that monster.
"Belle" came a little voice and my mind came crashing to reality, Chip, the teacup child, he had snuck I my bag when I came from the Beast's castle I hadn't worried at the time because I figured I'd be able to convince my father to come to the Beast's castle then I would of easily been able to reunite Chip with his mother.
"Yes Chip," I say worriedly, I fear for what he will say I have no idea of how I would answer him.
"Belle, what's going to happen?" He asks in a small worried voice which I cannot help but start to wonder why he is a teacup or why anyone in that castle is like that. My Father looks at me with a look of fear on his face, he may know a similar thing to what I am thinking but I have to be strong I can't let anyone see that I'm scared, I must be strong for my Father, Chip and the Beast's sakes.
I bend down to Chip because I have to look in the eye, because I have to he is a child no more than four at the most, young enough for him most likely to of only known life as a teacup. "Chip, I'm going to have to stay in the village and live with this man in order to make sure my Father isn't thrown into a dungeon, again, but I promise you a soon as I can I will get you back to your Mother, I promise you, unsure whether I can keep this promise. " He nods as if he understands me then his eyes start to droop and he looks tired, "I think you need to get some sleep, umm where do you want to sleep?" He looks around the room before pointing his cup head to the shelf where we keep most of our plates and that. I pick him up and place him on the lowest shelf where he falls asleep swiftly.
I go back to the bed sitting on its edge rubbing my face with my hands. My Father comes over placing his arms around my back.
"It could be worse." My Father says trying to make me feel better but it doesn't and I finally explode all my anger I have to shout.
"The only way this could be any worse is that Gaston had allowed you to be taken to the Mansion D'Lunes." I say before I collapse to the floor shaking, "Papa, I am to married to a man I hate, while the man I love…love, Papa the Beast changed trust me he is so different he is human in all but looks, he is everything wanted in husband; sweet, kind, he has a heart of gold, Papa. The complete opposite of that monster Gaston." I could feel the tears running down my face as say this for I fear what my life will become and how it has all fallen from the dream I had wanted not so long ago.
My Father sits there for a few moments taking in the information I have given him so very, very quickly a bedazzled look upon his face, soon sinking into reality. I don't what he will say, my Father has always supported me in the decisions I have made but I don't know if he would really believe me that the Beast has changed but it's true.
"Belle, do you love the Beast?" My Father asks me with a straight face and voice.
"Yes, Papa, with all my heart I love him." I practically begging to him my eyes full to brim with the tears which I have from the fear of what my Father will say to this.
"Then he must of changed," My Father says his slight smile crossing on his face. "Belle you look past appearances and see people true selves, and if you say the love the Beast then he must be kind and gentle for Belle I know you would never be able to love any man who was cruel in his heart, like that Gaston." My Father pulls my face up to his, "Belle I love you no matter what, no matter who you love, what you chose to do. You are my daughter Belle and I could never stop loving you."
I look at my Father his kind eyes looking at me with the wisdom he has gained. It is then that I realize how old he is, the lies around his mouth and eyes more visible to me than ever before. But still I seek warmth in his arms like the little girl I will always be to him.
My Father gives me the warmth that I crave so harshly. He holds me for a few minutes while need him but eventually it has to come an end like all things do. He pulls away and looks at me for moment before he speaks.
"Belle, you need to rest, you got a long day ahead you tomorrow." He says gently. I shake my head.
"No I have to pack; Gaston will expect me to have everything ready to go in the morning. I suppose I could use that old chest for the transport. "I say getting up rubbing the back of my neck, thinking on the practical side of what is about to happen.
"Belle, I could…" But before my father could finish what he is about to say he bursts into a coughing fit.
"No, Papa, you need your rest, you're still not well." I say while I basically force him into bed. "Don't worry I need to get my head straight anyway." I say making sure he gets into his bed.
I walk into my room bragging a old chest out from underneath my bed filling it quickly with the few clothes I have along with the fairy tale book my Mother gave me when I was seven.
My Mother the very thought of her still brings me to tears; she died when I was seven from a long illness which had been brought on by a miscarriage. My Father had only clung to reality in those dark months after her death. It was her death which brought my Father to decide to move away from the trails of Paris to this little country town.
Finally my attention comes to the mirror which the Beast gave me I look at it remembering what he said when he gave it to me to keep.
"Keep it to remember me by." His voice it was so very full of regret thinking of it has made me cry now.
"Show me the Beast." I saw to the mirror, which flashed after I say it. The mirror melts to reveal the Beast sitting in the west wing looking at the table which contains the dying rose. The final petal falls from the stem but the Beast does nothing he doesn't roar, scream or anything. He just sits there a single tear falls from his so human eyes, as he looks into the night. I place the mirror into the chest not wanting to see anymore. And I lay down my head and cry myself to sleep.
A/N; Sorry about the wait, I just haven't had the time or any good idea. This chapter was hard because I have to develop Maurice and Chip a bit in the chapter which is hard.
Also just something within the time of the curse none of the servants aged but now the curse is over they will start to age once again. Not important now but it will be later.