Author's Notes
Some Phans may have read the book Progeny by Becky L. Meadows. This story is in some ways like that book, but I have made sure that it is much different than the book. I am not in any way trying to steal a wonderfully written story and call it my own. I would like also like to let my readers know that the point of view in this story changes at times. I will identify the character who is telling the story when the point of view changes. The name will be at the top of the page. Suggestions and comments highly appreciated. Enjoy!
Christine
"Christian!" I gasped. "What are you doing?" My fifteen year old son had taken apart my husband Raoul's best watch and was picking up each piece and examining it.
"I'm fixing it Mother," he said simply, picking up another piece and putting it back in the watch body.
"No Christian! You've ruined your father's best watch!" I said sternly, and I reached for the pieces.
"Mother don't!" he cried and pushed my hand away. "I'm fixing it! Father said earlier it wasn't working!" At that, he hastily resumed his work.
"Your father won't be happy Christian," I warned.
"Yes he will," Christian retorted. I sighed and walked out of the room. I made my way to Raoul's study and pushed the doors open. Raoul was sitting at his desk writing. He looked up when he heard the door shut behind me.
"Hello dear," he said smiling. "Is something wrong?" I sat down on the divan in front of the fireplace and sighed.
"Please don't be too upset Raoul, but Christian took apart your best watch." Raoul stood up quickly, his face flushed red. "Raoul please, don't be harsh! He said he was fixing it! He was trying to help!" My pleas fell upon deaf ears. Raoul pushed past me and into the hall. He strode quickly down to the parlor where Christian was. He walked through the double doors and looked at Christian who had his back to us.
"Christian Philippe de Chagny! What the-" Raoul's tirade stopped short when Christian stood up, walked over to us, handed Raoul his watch- completely repaired- and smiled at him proudly.
"I fixed it for you father," he said.
"Oh, um, thank you Christian," Raoul replied stunned.
"Your welcome," Christian said and walked over to the piano. He sat down and began playing a song I sang him to sleep with as a baby. Raoul turned to me.
"Christine, I need to speak with you. Please come with me," he whispered. He took my arm gently and led me to his office. When we stepped inside the office, Raoul shut and locked the doors behind us. I sat down on the divan.
"Raoul, what is it?" I asked. He stared at me, his face grave and worried looking.
"Erik raped you didn't he Christine?"
Some Phans may have read the book Progeny by Becky L. Meadows. This story is in some ways like that book, but I have made sure that it is much different than the book. I am not in any way trying to steal a wonderfully written story and call it my own. I would like also like to let my readers know that the point of view in this story changes at times. I will identify the character who is telling the story when the point of view changes. The name will be at the top of the page. Suggestions and comments highly appreciated. Enjoy!
Christine
"Christian!" I gasped. "What are you doing?" My fifteen year old son had taken apart my husband Raoul's best watch and was picking up each piece and examining it.
"I'm fixing it Mother," he said simply, picking up another piece and putting it back in the watch body.
"No Christian! You've ruined your father's best watch!" I said sternly, and I reached for the pieces.
"Mother don't!" he cried and pushed my hand away. "I'm fixing it! Father said earlier it wasn't working!" At that, he hastily resumed his work.
"Your father won't be happy Christian," I warned.
"Yes he will," Christian retorted. I sighed and walked out of the room. I made my way to Raoul's study and pushed the doors open. Raoul was sitting at his desk writing. He looked up when he heard the door shut behind me.
"Hello dear," he said smiling. "Is something wrong?" I sat down on the divan in front of the fireplace and sighed.
"Please don't be too upset Raoul, but Christian took apart your best watch." Raoul stood up quickly, his face flushed red. "Raoul please, don't be harsh! He said he was fixing it! He was trying to help!" My pleas fell upon deaf ears. Raoul pushed past me and into the hall. He strode quickly down to the parlor where Christian was. He walked through the double doors and looked at Christian who had his back to us.
"Christian Philippe de Chagny! What the-" Raoul's tirade stopped short when Christian stood up, walked over to us, handed Raoul his watch- completely repaired- and smiled at him proudly.
"I fixed it for you father," he said.
"Oh, um, thank you Christian," Raoul replied stunned.
"Your welcome," Christian said and walked over to the piano. He sat down and began playing a song I sang him to sleep with as a baby. Raoul turned to me.
"Christine, I need to speak with you. Please come with me," he whispered. He took my arm gently and led me to his office. When we stepped inside the office, Raoul shut and locked the doors behind us. I sat down on the divan.
"Raoul, what is it?" I asked. He stared at me, his face grave and worried looking.
"Erik raped you didn't he Christine?"