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Born Ugly: book Two	By : KassandraRamsey Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 1616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
A/N: The next two chapters are basically setting up the third book, but they are chock full of sweet E/C moments, so enjoy and swoon…

Chapter 14: A Safe Place

I followed as he carried Margo up to her bedroom, taking off her shoes, and tucking her into bed. He stopped for a moment, to study her face in the moonlight. He placed a kiss on her forehead, then pulled an envelope out of his pocket, and laid it beside her head on the pillow.

After that, Erik ushered me into my own room, pulling a large suitcase down from the top of my closet, and helping me pack.

“Erik, I need a shower,” I said, feeling like I had years of grime and dirt covering my skin.

He shook his head.

“It won’t be safe here much longer. We must pack and leave right away. We’ll stay in a hotel tonight, and you can shower as long as you like. But not now,” he said.

I sighed and nodded.

While he was stuffing clothes into the suitcase, I quickly changed into a sweat suit, wincing at how sore my entire body was. I walked over to the dresser, and started sorting through the jewelry. I pulled out the engagement ring and slipped it onto my finger. It fit, perfectly.

I gasped, and held up my hand to show him.

He smiled at me, then walked over and dropped a kiss onto the ringed finger.

“Is there anything else you wish to take with you?” he asked.

I pointed to the picture he’d done of my mother and father and me that was still hanging on the wall, and he nodded.

While he was busy getting the picture down, I quickly grabbed ‘the dress’ out of my closet, and stuffed it in the suitcase, hiding it beneath a jacket. I felt my eyes tearing up at the thought of what that dress meant and how much tonight might have ruined it, but I didn’t cry. I was done crying, for now.

We were about to leave my room, when I suddenly gasped and turned to go back.

“What could you have possibly forgotten?” he asked, slightly irritated.

“My dolls!” I cried, and ran to get the case from the back of the closet.

He looked at me oddly.

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with dolls?” he asked, sarcastically.

I gave him a look.

“They were my mother’s! Besides, I want our daughter to play with them some day,” I said, and he nearly dropped my suitcase.

I smiled as I brushed past him to the stairs.

Soon, we were in his room, and I was surprised to see his computer and several other things already boxed up.

“I was about to move some things over to theatre,” he explained, and began carrying the boxes out the back door to the car.

“Keep yourself busy so you won’t fall asleep,” he commanded, nodding at the open suitcase on his bed.

I walked over to his wardrobe, and began removing clothes and things to pack. It felt very intimate to be doing this for him, and I wondered if he’d felt the same way when he packed mine.

An hour later, we were ready to go.

We each had our own mug of coffee, and the caffeine was sufficient to keep me awake so that I didn’t have to sing as we drove into town.

He stopped by an ATM, and drew out as much money as he was allowed.

“Tomorrow, I’ll close out my accounts. Hopefully, they won’t be looking for me yet,” he said tiredly.

I reached over and grabbed his hand.

“I’m sorry, Erik.”

He squeezed my hand back and smiled at me.

“It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, Christine. You’ll see.”

He checked us into a motel near the bank. It was cheap, but clean, and since he paid with cash, he was able to use a false name.

He carried our two suitcases into the room, and we both sat down at the small table with sighs.

We were safe. For a little while anyway.

I yawned, then shivered and rubbed my arm absently.

“I need a shower,” I muttered, and headed for the bathroom.

His hand stopped the door before I could shut it all the way.

“Erik?” I asked, confused.

“Leave it cracked, and sing,” he said.

“What? Why?”

“You’re exhausted. If you stop singing, I’ll know that you’ve fallen asleep, and will have to come and get you out,” he said.

I was too tired to argue.

“The hills are alive…”

I sang on, pleased that my voice sounded closer to normal than it had earlier.

The hot water felt heavenly, and after thoroughly shampooing my hair, I began frantically scrubbing at the dirt on my skin. But no matter how much I scrubbed, the dirt remained.

I remembered the dirty hands clamping on my knees and wrenching them apart.

I let out a sob, and started scrubbing at the dirty handprints on my knees. Unfortunately, soap and water cannot remove dirty handprints that only truly exist in the mind.

I sat down in the tub, crying again, and hating myself for it.

Suddenly, the shower spray was turned off, and water poured through the bath spout.

I didn’t look at Erik as he plugged the drain.

I could hear the rustle of clothing, and then he was climbing into the tub behind me.

I didn’t resist as he pulled me back against his chest, both relieved and disappointed that he was still wearing his boxer shorts.

He softly sang, ‘You’ll be in my heart’ as he took the soap and wash cloth from my shaking hands.

I was mesmerized by his hands as I watched them soap up the wash cloth. He started with my feet, and gently washed my entire body. The dirt that was unmoved by my harsh scrubbing came off easily under the slight pressure of his caresses.

Erik always had a way of making me feel like a child, and now was no exception. For once, it didn’t bother me. I trusted him impeccably, and it was so nice to just let go of all my worries and lean on him.

My mind still hadn’t caught up with everything that had happened, and I knew there would probably be many tears to come when it did, but as long as I had Erik with me I knew I’d be okay.

I whimpered when he ran his fingers over a knot in the back of my head, and he stopped singing to say, “It is okay. The skin isn’t broken, but it will be sore for a few days.”

I yawned and nodded.

The bath ended then, and he took just as much care with drying me off as he had with bathing me.

As I watched him crouched down in front of me, running a towel up my leg I was suddenly aware of how exposed I was. True, he was wearing less clothes than I’d ever seen him in before, but I was completely naked. I began to remember his kisses, and how out of control he could get.

What if he got that way now? I couldn’t possibly stop him if he wanted to…

I crossed my arms across my chest and stepped back from him.

He looked up at me, puzzled. Once he registered my fear though, he nodded in understanding.

Erik turned and took a larger towel off of the holder and quickly wrapped it around my shoulders. I instantly felt better once I was covered, and allowed him to pull me in for a hug.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Christine. I swear I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, and I pressed tighter against him.

He gently pushed me back from him, and then tilted my head so that he could better see my eyes.

“Your pupils are not dilated. It’s been four hours, I think it will be okay for you to sleep now,” he said.

I gasped and tensed when he suddenly swung me up into his arms.

As he carried me to the bed, he sang a song I had never heard before.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation…”

My mind relaxed into the warm caress of his voice as my body went limp in his arms.

End Chapter 14

A/N Only one more to go…
- 13
- 14
- 15
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