Night's misstress

escape!

Phantom of the Opera

Nights mistress

Erik's P.O.V
It has been 6 months since christine felt. Leaving her mark on me and the opera house. Since then a new manager now ran the opera house. Well... i ran the opera house. I have lost my inspiration, lost my angel of music. My music seemed to have died with that. I would never find another singer that could beat my lost angel.

The opera house had become silent...

Reader's P.O.V:

I was sat in my room, i could hear my family downstairs laughing and talking.
"Y/N!" i heard someone yell. I could feel the hairs stand on end from my father's voice alone. I knew what was coming. I could hear the footsteps rise up the stairs. I heard the door lock make a small click sound before it slowly opened.

For the next two hours, though it felt like two decades, i was hit, beaten and damaged. When it was finally over, my door was locked again. I guess it helped that my floor is red. I couldn't take it anymore. I could barely stand living my life, how could stand this much longer.

I had one bag. A small slightly broken bag, that i could fit some of my things into. I began to pack my stuff. A few simple clothing items, and the pair of shoes that i had. I put my purse in there, with all the money i saved over time.
"Alright Y/N i got £436... hopefully that can get me a ticket over there..." i looked at the window. If i leave now.. My family will remain either asleep or to drunk to chase me. I looked out the window. I could not leave through this way. It was to high. I would die if i jumped from here. I looked around my room.

There was only one key to my door that my dad had on him at all times. I looked in my mirror. My (h/l) (h/c) hair was a mess. My locks were not soft or smooth anymore, just a mess. I touched some hair that had been sticking up, and found two hair clips in my hair. Slowly and idea began to form, as i heard my family go to bed. Even though my brother was still majorly awake.

I took my clips and bent them straight. I had one chance to get out of my door.
I went toward my door and got on my knees, pulling my bag close to me.
"Common y/n you can do this" i kept trying the door, and would pushed at it. I was getting more and more frustrated with myself and i wanted to give up. I swear this had happened when we moved from saint petersburg to london. I sighed heavily. Finally it made a small click.

I slowly pushed the handle down, and to my surprise it opened. I grabbed my stuff, and my purse. I looked around.
"Pakah" i said quietly, before shutting my door and rushing downstairs, i opened the front door, and quietly shut it behind me.

Finally i was outside. I felt the fresh air hit my face. The stairs were clear now. I grabbed my cloak like jacket and through it on, covering my face.with the hood. I then silently ran through the night towards the docks.

When i reached the docks, i checked the boat times. The first boat to leave was an hour, and to france, Paris. I could not wait longer than that. If i did there was a small chance the next boat wouldnt be for 12 hours. I would not risk it. I approached the man who dealt with the boats
"E-excuse me sir, is this t-the boat to france?" i looked at him, as he looked me up and done
"Whats someone like you, rushing off to paris for, at this time of night?" i shrugged
"I-i could on-only leave recently" he shrugged back at me
"Alright then little missy, that'll be £30 " i nodded and handed over money. He let me on, passing me a passenger ticket.

I decided i would put my stuff against the edge of the boat, and decided to sleep there.

That night, though cold, was the most peaceful i had had in years, the waves soft bumps would gently sway the boat, rocking me to sleep.

Alrighty guys! Thats chapter one! I hope you enjoy! C.l.b. <3