Chapter 2: Home part 1
The door of the castle opened 'Okay doors do not open by themselves .' The inside of the castle was filled with the most extravagant and beautiful things all covered in dust with very little light coming through the windows. "Hello," I called out to anyone if there was someone still living here.
"Cogsworth, look a beautiful young girl.", a voice quietly murmured to a clock
"Yes, I can see that but keep your voice down," another voice answered.
"Who's there," I interrupted the voices that were quietly speaking had stopped talking and I started walking over towards a candelabra and a grandfather clock. When a loud cough could be heard I grabbed the candelabra and headed up the stairs. After finding Maurice in a cold and dark dungeon with a few lite torches one certain golden candelabra who lighted the way to the dungeon Belle was reunited with her father. "Papa!"
"Belle, how did you find me," her father questioned her ?
"Your hands are like ice, we have to get you out of here."
"Belle, listen to me this place is enchanted you must leave this place before he finds you here," my father had ordered me .
"No! I won't leave you," I exclaimed to him.
"You must go...now!" he barked at me.
"Who," I questioned once again ? Before my father could answer I felt someone grabbing my shoulder which forced me to to turn around "Who's there ,who are you ?"
"Who are you," the deep voice responded back to me. Soon my father explained that he was sentenced to life to stay in the dungeon for picking a rose. A rose in which I had asked for him to bring home as a present just yesterday. "Your father is a thief,"the voice bellowed back.
"Liar.. I asked for the rose " I blurted out . There was a silent pause when I said,"Come into the light ,"
My eyes widen when I saw the face of a beast with piercing blue eyes and I would admit I was a little frightened but I kept my composure as he replied, "Choose."
As I heard my father still telling me to leave the castle I turned to him and said, "Alright papa I will leave …"then turning to the beast "Are you so cold hearted that you won't let a daughter kiss her father goodbye."
Yes, I made the choice
For Papa I will stay
But I don't deserve to lose
My freedom in this way
You monster
His eyes met with mine and pulled down on a rusty old lever that opened the iron door, "Once this door closes it will not open again ," his voice ordered. I ran into the where papa was being held and hugged him as tightly as I could.It's because of me that you're here papa I'm sorry but it's time for me to brave like mama. "Belle listen to me I'm old and have lived my life I love you ," my father uttered to me.
"Everything I am is because of you ...I love you too papa, and I will escape I promise,"I whispered to him not realizing I had gently pushed my father out of the way slammed the door locking myself in the beast looked at me in surprised, "You took his place."
"He's my father why wouldn't I take his place," I rasped back to the beast. Soon after the beast dragged papa away from my sight . It was my choice I couldn't let papa stay in this cold dungeon am I a fool? Is the adventure I've always wanted from the books I've read ?
If you think that what you've done is right, well then
You're a fool!
Think again!
Is this home?
Is this where I should learn to be happy?
Never dreamed
That a home could be dark and cold
I was told
Ev'ry day in my childhood:
Even when you grow old
Home should be where the heart is
Never were words so true!
My heart's far, far away
Home is too
" Papa, stor-ee" a little toddler with the brightest brown eyes came walding in holding a book to her chest said .Maurice looked up from the music box he was working on for market and smiled at his little girl. "Stor-ee," Belle replied again.
"Oh mia bella, papa can't read you a story right now because papa is working on a music box," Maurice answered her. Belle started to quiver her little lips together beginning to make a pouty face "Aww mia bella don't be sad alright papa will read you a story. I guess this music box is going to wait so what story do you have there ," he insisted.
Belle handed him a book called Cendrillon, ou La petite Pantoufle de Verre, "Good choice there mia bella," Maurice told Belle as he picked her up while placing the toddler in his lap and began to read, "Once upon a time … and so the prince and Cendrillon danced with each other until the clock struck midnight …"Maurice paused to look down at Belle asleep in his lap "I guess we'll finish this story another day . Belle everyday I see you looking like your mother a little more .God rest her soul."
He laid the child down on the bed ,gently tucked Belle in for her nap and quietly went back on working the music box again .
Is this home
Is this what I must learn to believe in
Try to find
Something good in this tragic place
Just in case
I should stay here forever
Held in this empty space
Oh, but that won't be easy
I know the reason why
My heart's far, far away
Home's a lie
The sound of the dungeon door opening startled Belle for a moment when a voice she heard from earlier spoke, " Pardon my intrusion mademoiselle you are very brave for what you did for your father. What you thought once this door closes I know he can be so dramatic. Hello I am Lumiere ."
In shock I took a metal pan and threw it down at the talking candle "Oh, you are very strong this is a good quality to have mademoiselle," the golden candelabra
"You can talk ," I questioned him?
"Well of course he can talk that's all he ever does," whined a grandfather clock walking up the stairs feeling out of breath. They started chatting right in front me as I caught the end of their conversation "Come now Cogsworth you don't want to be a clock the rest of your life do you."
Soon the three of us were walking out the dungeon towards the east wing and am I mad to be talking to a candelabra and a clock Lumiere started explaining that I was free to explore the castle and to consider it my home .Cogsworth interrupted Lemiere for mentioning something about not going into the west wing ,but if this was to be my "home" shouldn't I be able to go anywhere and leave anytime. "What's in the west wing ,"I inquired of them ?
" nothing of interest at ,dull, very boring," Cogsworth hesitated for a moment. Lumière chimed in, "It's not like the master is hiding anything besides the east wing is the only wing we have."
Something wasn't adding up here the way those two were acting has me now intrigued about this so called west wing but that had to wait as we walked from a medium door into a large beautiful bedroom .It was much larger than our farmhouse back in Villeneuve. "It's beautiful ,"
"Of course the master wanted to make sure you have a comfortable stay. A bit dusty but you see it's been so long since we had any guests ,"Lumiere responded. A white dove feather duster came floating in the room I watched as she tidy up the place. I walked over to where the hairbrush was lying on the dresser, "Is everything enchanted here? Hello what's your name ,"
"That's just a hairbrush,"Cogsworth implored. Of course it's just a hair brush why did I ever think it was enchanted.
"Madame Garderobe we have someone for you to dress,"Lumiere called out .There came a loud operetta sound from the wardrobe followed by a barking footstool. "Oh a woman I will make you just as beautiful as a princess," Madame Garderobe insisted while rubbing my face.
"I'm not a princess," I added also I couldn't tell if she could see or not but there was so much fabric flying around me the dress was a bit much and need work . Lumière, Cogsworth and the others left me alone to get "settle in" I guess but that wasn't on my mind. Running over to open the window and after looking how far down it was I needed to make my escape to papa. 'If that beast thinks he can just keep me here as a prisoner I won't stand for it. Be brave and bold just like mama .'