Chapter 21

A/N Meg's POV

I hope they are coming now. What good am I to Gustave locked up?

I can understand why he's done it. I had hurt him badly on the boat but that doesn't mean he should lock me up, without food and water in the cold darkness in the cellar of his and Christine's old house.
I hope Christine understood I'm worried. I had put Chrissy and Meggie on the letter. A little childhood game the two of us had for when we were in class passing notes or got in trouble. No one knew about it though I reckon she's told Erik all about it.
I wanted to get out of here. I hate the dark… makes me think of the times when I was locked in the dressing room by the older dancers.
"Meg?" I heard a small voice from the door.
"Gustave, is that you?" I asked.
"Yes. Would you like something to eat?" He asked
"Yes please. I'm starving!" I said walking over to the door.
"Well, I found a spear key so I can let you out…"
"Are you joking with me Gustave?" I asked.
"No." He said, "I really do have a key, I took it from Raoul's desk a little while ago."
"Now that was risky." I said.
"I know." He said, trying to put the key in the lock.
"And stupid. Do you know what he would do to you if he found out?"
"I don't want to think about it." Gustave said finally opening the door.
I walked out into a very dim light to find Gustave holding a candle.
"I don't like it down here." Gustave said. "Let's go."
He walked me up to the main part of the building where I saw an old man, about sixty, trying to read a newspaper.
"Grandpa!" Gustave said running to him.
"Hello Gustave." The old man said.
"How are you?"
"I'm doing just fine." The older man said and Gustave turned around slightly, telling me to leave.
I knew there was a hostel that I could stay in, free of charge until I could get away from here. I walked to the door, being very careful not to make a noise, and got through the front door. I didn't need to be told, I ran as fast as I could until I got far enough away from the house that Raoul would have to run as fast as a cheater to get to me.
I walked slowly into town and saw the small hostel which my friend's father owned. I walked up and knocked the door.
"Meg! How lovely to see you!" My old ballet friend Marie said as she opened the door. "Whatever is the matter?"
I walked inside and fell against the wall.
"Please Marie, Get me a glass of water and I'll tell you everything." I said.

A while passed and Marie had set me up in a room, with clean cloths and food.
"What happened?" She asked.
I told her everything about how we moved to Coney Island and what had happened over the last few years.
"Wow." Said Marie.
"You don't hate me?" I asked.
"How could I hate you?" She asked giving me a hug.
We spent the rest of the night talking about how she was going to help me get Gustave out. I hope Christine and Erik are on their way. I'll need their help.