All Hallows at Eyre Hall: The Breathtaking Sequel to Jane Eyre (The Eyre Hall Trilogy Book 1) by Gray Luccia

Author:Gray, Luccia [Gray, Luccia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter XV Kidnapped

I was walking down the stairs after my evening visit to Mr. Rochester, who was more agitated than usual. His condition had worsened greatly in the last week. His mind had deteriorated even faster than his putrid body, and I feared the worst in the coming days. Simon approached me in the hall, and I was surprised that he was not carrying my hat, cape, and walking stick.

“Good evening, Dr. Carter. Mrs. Rochester would like to speak to you in the library.”

“In the library?” I had always been received in the drawing room, and anyway, I was anxious to get home for my dinner. I opened my pocket watch. “It’s rather late. Is Mrs. Rochester unwell, Simon?”

“She don't look too well to me,” he mumbled, as he ushered me into the library.

The room was sombre, and the air was indeed full of rage. She was sitting at the desk, facing the door as we entered. The curtains were drawn, the fireplace had been reduced to glowing embers and only a small candle on the desk lit her visage, which was stern and redder than the flames. She got up and approached us with firm steps.

“Thank you, Simon. We are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Do you understand?” The servant nodded and left.

Mrs. Rochester locked the door and tucked the key in her dress pocket. She had the look of a tigress on her unusually flushed face. I trembled, as she turned towards me and raised her hand high above her head and slapped it down on my face, so hard that she knocked me onto the floor. My head hit the mantel first on my way down and then landed on the hearth rug. She stood beside me, put both hands on the mantelpiece and kicked my side with her boots until I begged her to stop. When I tried to get up, she pressed her foot firmly on my chest shouting, “Don’t you dare move, you disgusting toad!”

Then she took the fire stoker and poked my thigh, after thrusting it into the embers. I screamed and heard Simon’s voice on the other side of the door asking if everything was all right.

She ignored him and continued her insults and insane attack with the stoker. Moments later, I heard Michael’s voice behind the door. “Mrs. Rochester, open the door please, it’s Michael.”

The madness left her eyes for a moment. She dropped the stoker and walked to the door. I heard Michael’s voice insisting, “Mrs. Rochester, let me help you.”

I dared not turn my head, which I was protecting from her blows with my arms. I heard the shuffle of her dress as she took out the key, then the metallic click as it turned in the keyhole, then footsteps, and the key turned on the lock once more. At last someone would help me. I heard the valet ask her what had happened and I shouted for help.

“Michael, help me. She’s gone mad!”

“He killed my daughter! He killed my daughter!” She repeated it time and time again.

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