Twinkle22: I'm glad that I've got you intrigued! I may just have the moment you've been waiting for here…maybe.
Ladymoonserpant: Yes I'll try to do longer chapters Its just lately I've had a LOT going on and it's hard to sit down and write for a long time. I hope you continue to read none-the-less and I'll try to write more. Thanks for the compliments!
Freedom's Heart: I don't think its just your computer 'cause I've been noticing it. My comp. Has kind of a glitch so it is screwing up. I think I got it right for this chapter. Anyways thanks for reading and I'm glad you'll be checking up!
Lilting Banshee: Here you go! I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations
Emma-J-Riddle: Yes, I as well know how it feels to be cheated on, It sucks hardcore! But Raoul will most definitely be in T-R-O-U-B-L-E trouble! Sorry I'm on a role with spelling today. I hope you enjoy the update!
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PhantomLover05: Thanks for reading, Raoul is a FOP so that's why he's being a jerk and I don't know why I decided that Meg should be… I may never know but I Hope you enjoy the update!
Thanks for reading everyone and from now on I will try to make my chapters a little longer!
As the waitress scurried away from their table in a frenzy Christine racked her brain trying to come up with something intelligent to say. "So how are you liking this weather we've been having?" however, was all that she could think of. Erik laughed and simply responded, "It's nice." The pair sat there for moments on end with an uncomfortable silence distancing them. Christine was so much in shock from this entire night that the right words were hard to find. After several minutes of nothing Erik finally spoke. "So what is your boyfriend up to this evening?"
Several blocks away, Raoul was just beginning to pull of Meg's shirt when she abruptly pushed him off. "Raoul stop! I can't…I can't do this. Not anymore." He looked stunned and she almost felt bad for a second but it didn't take long before his confusion turned to anger. "What the hell are you talking about you little tramp." She raised her hand to slap him, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and forced her down onto the couch. "Raoul stop! You can't do this...we can't do this. Christine would never speak to either of us again if she knew the truth." But Raoul ignored her pleas and continued forcing himself on her.
Christine was frustrated now. After how well this evening had been going, why did he have to bring up Raoul? "Excuse me?" She narrowed her eyes and glared at him.
"I simply asked what your boyfriend, Raoul is it, is doing tonight without you?"
"And what makes you think you have any right to inquire into my personal life? What Raoul is doing is none of your business." He looked flustered. "Well then I apologize Christine," He started on a long apology but Christine sharply cut him off. "It's Ms. Daae, thank you very much." His eyes pleaded with hers for forgiveness. He was now regretting even thinking of asking her such a question. 'What is wrong with me' he kept saying over in his mind. "Christine, what's wrong? Are you really that angry about my question? I thought we were having a good time." She quickly stood up, grabbed her purse and turned to Erik once more before walking away. "Erik, I asked you to please call me Ms. Daae and I was having a good time until you became so rude. I can't believe that I was letting myself fall…never mind. I'm leaving Erik, good-night." With that she turned and stormed off. She only stopped once she had come out through the front doors where she began fishing through her purse for a cell phone. She dialed Meg's house to see if Meg would come pick her up, but no one answered. For a split second she contemplated calling Raoul, but then thought better of it. He would most likely be sleeping now. "I hate taxi's" she exclaimed as she stepped to the curb to try and hail a cab.
"Raoul no!" Meg pushed him off again and tried running to the door but was stopped when he wrapped his arms around her waist and refused to let her go. At first she'd just been confused about Raoul, but now she was terrified. She'd had no idea he would freak out like that. "Meg, please." He released her from his grip, "Meg I'm sorry I lost it. I'm just so scared of you leaving me. I know that I need to clear it up with Christine and I will…I promise. Please just don't leave me…please." When she turned around, Meg could see the longing in his eyes and she believed him. She truly believed that he would end it with Christine and that they would be together. "Raoul…I love you," She'd never said this to him before but now she admitted it. He looked stunned, "What?"
Inside the taxi Christine tried to ignore the perverse remarks being thrown at her by the driver and the rowdy friend who was accompanying him. She nervously dialed numbers on her cell phone, once more trying to reach Meg's house and once more getting the answering machine. "Damn it Meg where are you!" At the sound of her voice the driver became more worked up. "Who's Meg, hot stuff? Is she as sexy as you? What'ya say I just bring you back to my place and I'll take you on another ride." Christine was about to lose her cool and slap the man, when she looked out her window and realized she was only a block away from her apartment. "Go to hell sleezeball," She threw a quarter at him and then jumped out the door and began running down the street. The cold April rain sent chills down to her bones and she began to sprint faster trying to reach her apartment. After tripping over a hole in the sidewalk and nearly careening into two old women she finally reached the safety of her building. The warm tears flowing down her cheeks mingled with the rain and her make-up smeared down her ivory face. Managing to unlock the door she threw herself in and leaned against the wall for a moment, trying to catch her breath. After several moments, the solitude got to her and she began marching up the stairs.
"You, what?" Raoul couldn't get over how much those three simple words that Meg had just thrown at him took his breath away. She smiled nervously and said, "You heard me, I love you Raoul." He nearly fell over. She didn't love him, she couldn't love him…. he sure as hell didn't love her. However he knew how to handle women and he knew he couldn't tell her that. "That's great baby," he mumbled as he placed his hands around her neck and began to passionately kiss her. The heat between the two grew and he couldn't contain himself any longer. He ripped her shirt over her head and then, moving behind her, undid her bra with his teeth. Leaning against her naked back he slowly slid his hands from her hips to the bottom of her breasts. Without warning he pushed her, gently, to the ground and began to unbutton her jeans. When she had been stripped down to only her translucent thong he halted for a moment so he could take off his own clothes. Sliding off his khakis he reached towards the couch and pulled a blanket off and covered them both. The music playing softly in the background distracted them both from the quiet sound of keys jingling in the lock.
"Meg, I need you right now." Christine whispered, to no one in particular, as she eased open her door and silently closed it behind her. She slid her heels off into the hall closet before walking down her long hallways, the sound of her footsteps muffled by her thick carpeting. Suddenly she stopped and noticed that Raoul was playing music over the surround sound. Maybe he had an idea for the night. Her mood somewhat lightened and she turned the corner into her living room with a big smile on her face. Stopping dead in her tracks she felt as if someone had just stabbed a knife through her back. The sight that lay before her knocked the wind out of her chest and she barely managed to whisper, "Raoul?"
Meg snapped her head upwards and nearly died. Christine was home…Christine had seen them. "Oh my God," was all that she could manage to get out as Christine simply stood there staring at her. Raoul had heard the faint whisper too and now he was racing to dress himself. "Christine, baby let me explain." He pulled his wife-beater over his head and arms before walking over to Christine and placing his hands on her shoulders. The warmth of his touch suddenly snapped her out of her daze and she remembered what was happening. She shoved him forward, "Get the hell off of me, don't you ever touch me." He recuperated quickly and once more advanced at her, "Babe come on, let me explain." Christine could feel the tears forming in her eyes and she made no effort to stop them from bursting forth and rolling down her cheeks. On impulse Raoul wiped them away with the tips of his thumbs, "I love you Christine, let's talk." The whole while Meg had just been sitting on the floor, covered by the blanket, trying to get dressed and watching as Christine's heart broke but now she was hurt too. "You love her Raoul? I thought you loved me! You told me that you were going to dump Christine and we were going to," She was cut off sharply by Raoul. "Shut up you idiot! Just shut up," Raoul glared at Meg before turning back to Christine. She looked into his eyes only a moment before she whispered, "I loved you Raoul…. I really did," and with that she let her fist fly and she punched in square in the jaw.
As he fell backwards slightly, she lifted up the skirt of her dress and began running down the hall. She'd just reached the door when Raoul grabbed her by her long hair. She turned around and began smacking him, "Raoul don't touch me, let me go! Let me go!" She screamed at him but it was useless. He pushed her against the door and tightened his hands around her neck. "Christine, don't be stupid. Let's talk," He tried again to console her but she only became more infuriated. She, struggling for air, forced her leg forward as hard as she could and kicked him in the crotch. He yelled in pain and released his grip on her neck. Grabbing for the door handle, she looked back to see if he was following her but her eye was met by his fist. He punched her in the face several times before realizing what he was doing. "Oh God, Oh my God Christine! Christine I'm so sorry." He took several steps backwards and accidentally tripped over the edge of a rug.
Despite the intense pain throbbing in her face and jaw Christine saw her opportunity and she flung the door open before racing down the stairs and out onto the street. Hastily looking left and right she realized she had nowhere to go. But in her frustration she began running hoping that someone would see her and stop.
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