Madame Giry's POV
I was looking through one of the letters he had sent me when I heard someone burst into my office. I was just about to scold them thinking it was a ballet girl. "Madame!" I spun around to reveal a girl with tear stained cheeks.
My papers fell to the ground as I rushed to Emily. "What on earth happened?" Tears formed in her eyes and she began to cry on my shoulder.
"Madame, I-I had to leave." I looked at the hand mark on her face.
"Did he do this?" She nodded and I led her to a chair.
"Now tell me what happened." I said handing her a tissue.
"I had gone to lunch with Monsieur de Devereux. He gave me a letter, asking me to lunch again." She said as she tried to calm herself. "This morning h-he found it. He was so angry!" She sobbed for a moment then continued. "He threated me a-an-and he," She swallowed hard and starred at me fear welling up in her eyes. "He struck me."
I had had enough of his temper. The way he treated people was outrageous! "Madame Giry c-can I stay with you for a while?"
I looked at her. "Yes, Meg stays at the opera house so you may have her old room." She weakly smiled.
"Merci." We stood and I took a bag.
"Come we must get you away from here."
Emily's POV
I woke up the next morning in a strange bed. I sat up and looked around realizing the events of the day before I lay down and began to cry. "I'm so sorry Erik." I whispered as I sobbed. I stayed in bed most of the day. "Emily." Madame Giry said as she entered the room. "I have to go back rehearsals start soon."
I nodded and waved her away. She hesitantly began to close the door. "Don't mope around in bed all day." She said before leaving. She was right there was no sense in lying in bed all day.
After an hour I finally decided to get up. I explored the house until Madame Giry returned. She seemed very upset and was holding a letter as she entered. She paused when she saw me out of bed.
"He wanted me to give this to you." I frowned and closed my eyes.
"What does it say?"
"To my dearest Emily,
I am so terribly sorry for the pain I caused you." I held my hand to my face. Then moved it to my heart.
"My actions were unspeakably horrible. I never wanted to hurt you."
"Well you did." I shouted at Madame Giry as if she was Erik. "Oh I'm sorry." She put up her hand and waved it off.
"If I could I would do anything to take it back. Please forgive me." I starred at her.
"My sincerest apology,
E." I frowned and felt tears fall from my eyes. "I'm sorry." Madame Giry said." I grabbed the parchment and held it in my hands. I folded it up after a moment and walked up stairs.
Erik's POV
It's been four days! I've sent her numerous letters but not once has she written back. Madame Giry said Emily cried every time she got a new letter. And she said she still loved me but I needed to control my temper.
When Madame Giry came to scold me for treating her the way I did she tried to come up with a compromise but Emily refused to see me if my temper was not completely dealt with. I had cried every time I thought of her and this was the first time my head was not so cluttered with idiotic thoughts.
Emily's POV
I walked over to the table to eat some fruit that Madame Giry set out for me. I took a bite of an apple and instantly regretted it. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Madame Giry ran in. "God child are you alright?" I nodded and threw up again. She ran off and grabbed a glass of water.
Once she returned I had nothing left to throw up. I took the water and rinsed my mouth. "God my stomach." She frowned as I looked at her. "What?" I asked starring at her.
"I don't know if this is my business but, did yo-," I cut her off.
"Madame Giry! Your right that isn't your business!" I frowned and sighed. "Yes."
"So it is possible that you are with child." This wasn't a question it was a statement.
"Will you tell him?" She shook her head.
"Only if you want me to." I hugged her.
"Not yet, let's make sure it's true before we regret anything."
Okay do you think she is pregnant? If you say yes give me both girl and boy names. If you say no then give me some predictions about what will happen next.
