Kelsey's POV
I held my father's hand as we walked out of father's dark crypt and into a colorful Phantasma. There was a huge crowd outside. Reporters, thousands of them were bashing into each other to get a glimpse of my father and I. Mother's murder was last night and I guess this was a goldmine for reporters. I held tight to my father; for I was scared of these people for being happy about reporting of my mother's death. They all came from hell I assured. Father picked me up in his arms; I clung to my father's neck, not wanting to even get close to these monsters. "Leave us alone please. The poor girl will remember about this horrifying event" my father said as we walked through the crowd and on our way down the road.
Erik's POV
"Father?"
"Yes, my little angel?"
"Thank you for loving me."
I was shocked by my daughter's words. Nobody has said thank you to me before. My heart was soaring when she said thank you for me loving her. She is so innocent, shy and sweet. Kelsey was still clutching my neck with her warm hands. We walked into the little grocery store across the road from the amusement park. I set Kelsey down so I could pick out the items necessary for supper tonight. Christine told me her favorite meal was grilled cheese and tomato soup before we left. That was one of my favorites too, but I rarely eat would not let go of my hand. I did not mind; she was really scared of those reporters that came from hell. When I saw her face when the reporters came after us, was a face that I would never forget; her face looked like she'd seen a ghost! Well, I was the opera ghost and her mother was a ghost, but that wasn't the point. I would never forget her horrified face; so helpless and scared. "Kelsey, it's alright. Nobody will hurt you now. i would never let anything hurt you" I assured. She nodded as we made way to the counter to pay for our items. The store employee stared at my mask. After two seconds, he snapped out of it and scanned our items. I handed the cash to him and the employee printed a receipt. I put it in the bag with the food items and we were off again. I could not carry Kelsey because my hands were full from carrying groceries, but she just stayed close to my side. "Want to take a shortcut?" I asked when we both saw the reporters at the end of the road. "That would be a total relief! " my daughter sighed. I laughed. She looked up at me with a sort of a pouty face. "Oh. Sorry" I replied, still smiling. "That's ok father." she said as we walked down a small alley. There was a door at the end of it and had a keypad on the door handle. I punched in the right pin number, and the door unlocked. Kelsey and I walked inside to be in our home again. "Can we use that often?" Kelsey asked me. "If you wish, my dear. I will be making supper in a few minutes." "Alright. I will sing while you cook!" She LOVES singing! That's what she mostly thinks about everyday. "Let me hear you sing my little Angel of Music!"