"Christine…Christine…" Erik's voice sang gently in the middle of the night. I slowly awoke from my bed, sitting up and pulling my robe on. I rubbed my eyes as I looked at the small clock that was on my vanity. 2:30 am. He's picking a wonderful time to have lessons, I thought, standing near the mirror.
"Are you awake, my love," he asked softly, afraid that he was going to wake someone.
"I am, my Angel," she said, turning towards the mirror, a small smile playing across my lips.
He slowly opened the mirror and gently pulled me inside, smiling down at me, kissing my forehead.
"I have a surprise for you."
"You do? Why couldn't you have given my surprise to me in my room?"
"Because he is sleeping right outside your door. He would've heard you."
I gave him a stern look, as if I had warned him about calling Raoul 'he,' 'his,' or 'him.'
He sighed, and then mumbled, "Raoul."
I nodded, smiling softly.
He looked down at me, smiling, pulling a blindfold out and tying it around my eyes. I giggled lightly, feeling his hands moving around the back of my head.
"What are you doing?"
"Just trust me," he said, picking me up and cradling me as he began to walk down the corridor. He began humming softly, one of the songs from the opera that he had written. We were in rehearsal for his opera, but I wondered what he was doing. It was 2:30 in the morning. If he had wanted me for a lesson, he could've gotten me at 11:00 or at midnight like he usually did. Maybe Raoul was still awake. The mysteriousness of him blindfolding me was intriguing, almost sexy at one point. I felt myself being gently placed in the gondola and it began to move, going to his home.
"What are you doing," I asked again, hoping that he would give me some kind of hint on what the surprise was, but he ignored me and continued humming.
I felt the gondola come to a stop and Erik got out of it. As I turned my head as if to see where he was going, even though I was blindfolded, I felt two gloved hands grab mine, lifting me and gently pulling me towards the edge of the boot. He picked me up once again, cradling me like a small child who was asleep. He never spoke a word, but I had a slight feeling that he was smiling. We walked through the corridor to the most private part of his home. His bedroom.
"Erik, please, take off the blindfold," I asked kindly and softly, feeling him stop.
"All in good time, my beautiful angel," he whispered into my ear, kissing it lightly.
I felt myself being lowered and I felt the familiar fabric of his silk and cotton sheets. I laid my head against the pillows, my eyes closed beneath the blindfold, wondering what he was doing. He had to be nearby; I could hear him moving around. He was still humming. He moved towards the bed, sitting down beside me, resting his now ungloved hand on my stomach, and then it traveled down to my inner thigh, gently and slowly spreading my legs apart. I took a sharp breath; my eyes shooting open beneath the blindfold.
"What are you --?"
"No words, my Angel. Only feeling. Only experiencing."
I nodded as his hand slowly moving up, moving closer and closer to my secrets. I could feel my heart racing, his fingers tracing along the entrance to my core. I gasped quietly, never feeling his before. I could feel a smile creeping across his lips. I felt one of his fingers at my entrance, almost teasingly, moving up and down, as if he was waiting for the sign that it would be okay. Not meaning to, I let out a soft moan and that was the sign. I gave him the signal to enter me. And he did.
There was something wrong. I gasped in pain. There was something moving in and out sharply and roughly. And it wasn't his finger.
Then I remembered.
I was alone in my house.
My eyes shot open. I was back in my room and there was a body lying on top of me, their hips moving roughly against mine. I cried out, clawing and fighting this man in the mask. As if I was going to pull his hair, I pulled on the mask and it flew off of their face and onto the floor, revealing the face of the person who was causing me so much pain.
Buquet.
"A little wider, Sophia," he groaned, continuing to move his hips against mine. "Spread your legs wider for me."
"No!" I cried, tears streaming down my face, continuing to fight him. "Get off me! You're hurting me!"
"No, baby; it's going to get better. Just open up for me."
"I'm not your baby! Get off of me!"
"You're close. I know it. So am I," he groaned loudly, his hips moving quicker and faster.
"I don't even know what close is! Please! Stop!"
He ignored me, moaning loudly with one final thrust into me, holding me down, and looking down at me, my sobs heavy and showed no sign of stopping. My virginity was ripped from me. And it was his. Forever. He pulled his organ from me and pulled the condom off, beginning to dress.
"I was happy to see that your parents were out of town," he said, a smug smile on his face.
"Why," I sobbed, covering myself with the sheets. "Why? Why did you do it?"
"I told you that it would come to this," he said, grabbing the mask, stuffing it into his coat pocket.
"You broke into my house!"
"On the contrary," he said, pulling a folded sheet of paper out of his other pocket, tossing it onto my bed.
I took it unfolding it, reading it to myself.
From: Sophia Day
To: Joseph Buquet
Date: 4-20-07 9:30 am
Can't wait to see you tonight, lover. I'll be sure to leave the door unlocked. You can walk right in.
Sophia
"What the fuck? I didn't send this."
"Maybe not, but you accuse me of rape and molestation, guess what the police are going to get," he said, his finger tapping the paper.
"But…I didn't leave…"
"Yeah, you did…or rather…Drake did."
I let out a shuddering gasp. Drake had been there earlier that night. He must have forgotten to lock the door when he left.
"Well, tonight was fun, lover," he said, coming over and kissing my lips. "I'll see you around for another visit."
And with that, he left, going down the stairs and leaving through the front door. What was I going to do? How could I escape him? And then it hit me.
Monsieur Destler.
I stayed in what clothes I had on and snuck out my window, running to his house. I couldn't stop myself. I needed to be near him. I didn't car what happened. I needed him to go to the police with me. This Buquet thing was over and I was making sure of it. I got to his front door, pounding on it, out of breath and out of patience. The porch light switched on as I continued to pound on the door until he opened it, shirtless and only in boxers.
"I hope you realize what time it is, Miss Day," he said sternly, glaring at me.
"Does it look like I give a shit about what time it is? I just got fucking raped by your boss and my principal!"
His gaze softened, pulling me into a hug.
"Don't touch me," I said, going inside his house.
"Why are you here? What if he followed you?"
"He didn't. I need to go to the police and you're going with me."
"Then they'll take you to the hospital and then they'll make me give a DNA sample."
"Then it'll clear you."
"Okay, what about the other faculty members? What are they going to say?"
"I need you to talk to the computer administrator."
"McGregor," he asked, going to pull on some shorts, since he realized that he was completely…well, almost completely naked.
"If they go to Buquet, he's going to show them a fake email that I supposedly sent him. McGregor monitors everyone's email accounts and I know that Buquet doesn't know McGregor's password. He gets into my email account and proves that the email is a fraud and we won't have to deal with him anymore. We'll be together."
"You still have Drake," he said pulling his shirt on.
"I know, but I don't want him anymore. I want you."
He looked over at me, shocked. He couldn't believe what I just said. His look towards me turned cold, heartless, as if he was going to hit me and not care.
"How can you want a monster like me," he asked, his voice cold and hard, his eyes stern and not caring.
"I do. I always have, Monsieur. Didn't you know that I was always singing to you? And only for you?"
He shook his head, pulling a shirt on and then a sweatshirt. "I'm sorry, Sophia. I don't feel the same way about you."
My mouth fell open. The dreams. Were they just lies? And what about our Saturdays together? Lies as well. Everything was lies to me. Everything. Drake, Monsiuer Destler. Everything. I walked up to him and I slapped him hard across his face, hot tears stinging in my eyes. His head turned as I slapped him, a visible red mark appearing quickly.
"I wash my hands of you," I said bitterly, heading towards the door, opening it. I turned back to him, seeing the hurt look on his face. I, however, didn't feel any sympathy for him. "I'm done with you. You can find yourself another pet and another Belle. I'm done."
"Sophia," he said, coming towards me, grabbing my arm and pulling my close, my face close to his. "You can either ignore the fact that you were raped by Buquet and let this shit continue or you can trust me."
"Trust you?! I don't want to trust you! You've hurt me, Erik!"
He took a step back, releasing my arm. I had called him by his first name and I didn't care. I took off and ran out the door and I didn't quit until I found myself in front of the police station. I walked inside and walked up to the front desk to the police woman.
"Can I help you?"
I hope so. "I need to report a rape."