Fly Away
Satine's Past
Satine took a deep breath and opened the front door. She had decided. This was going to be the day. It had been a month since they had moved in and Christian didn't understand. More to the point, he didn't know. He didn't know why she wouldn't talk about her past or why she wouldn't set foot into the blue room, which was a bedroom. Today was the day.
Christian stopped typing and stretched his fingers. He had been writing for the past month. He had never written so much in such little time. But when he thought of why, the pain flew out of the window. They needed the money. He wanted Satine to live. He felt Satine's warm lips on his head. He smiled and craned his head up.
'Hey.' He said, as she placed a kiss on his nose.
'Hey yourself.' She settled down next to him and began to read. 'It's good.' She said after a while.
'You really think so?'
'Of course. It's a good play. Want to make sure it works out ok?'
'Sure. Wanna go from the beginning?'
Nope. I wanna go from here.' Satine pointed to somewhere on the page. Christian looked and smiled.
'All right.' Christian wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. Her arms lingered around his neck and she gazed into his eyes before he moved closer to her. Her eyes fluttered closed automatically and she felt herself melt into him as his lips touched hers. All her worries melted out of the window and for a second, everything was all right. Then she remembered. She pulled away.
'Christian, we've got to talk.'
'What is it?' Christian asked concerned. 'Is it about your illness.'
'No. Come and sit.' She led the way to the sofa and they sat down together. He took her hands in his and gazed into her eyes. 'I've decided it's time to tell you...'
'Tell me what?'
'About my past.'
'I grew up in this very house. I was the youngest. All my brother's and sister's were grown up and moved out of home. I was a 'mistake', according to my father and of course he let me know it. I wasn't a mistake to my mother. My mother wanted me. We had this special bond me and her. I could tell her everything and she could tell me stuff. We were best friends and nothing could get in our away. Except my father. He was jealous of our relationship. I suppose he was afraid of me coming between him and mother so he tried to get rid of me. Permanently.
One day I was sitting on the log and he pushed me off. Fortunately, I lived but I was paralysed from the waist down. Before hand he had been pushing me around. People believed I was just clumsy. He realised that he couldn't push me around when I couldn't move, people would get suspicious so he push my mother around instead.
A year later, I was around 13, I had got use of my legs back again. I had the idea of going away, going to England to get away from him. I suggested the idea to Mother and she took to it. We quietly packed and went to the harbour. I had boarded the boat when I looked around. I saw Father had a hold of Mother. He was grinning wickedly. I should have gone back and stayed with her but it was too late. When I got to England I knew no one so I went to Paris. That was where I met Chocolat. He told me about Moulin Rouge. I thought, 'What have I got to lose?' It couldn't be any worse than home. And you know what? I was right. Moulin Rouge may appear bad but it is nothing compared to what I went through here.'
'Satine, I don't know what to say.'
'Don't say anything then. I was so excited to be back here. I thought I could see Mother and everything would be all right. But it isn't.' She looked at him, tears in her eyes. 'Christian, he killed her.'
'I know.' He said and wrapped his arms around her as she began to sob. 'I know. Everything will be alright now. I promise. He will never hurt you again. Nothing will hurt you.'
Satine's Past
Satine took a deep breath and opened the front door. She had decided. This was going to be the day. It had been a month since they had moved in and Christian didn't understand. More to the point, he didn't know. He didn't know why she wouldn't talk about her past or why she wouldn't set foot into the blue room, which was a bedroom. Today was the day.
Christian stopped typing and stretched his fingers. He had been writing for the past month. He had never written so much in such little time. But when he thought of why, the pain flew out of the window. They needed the money. He wanted Satine to live. He felt Satine's warm lips on his head. He smiled and craned his head up.
'Hey.' He said, as she placed a kiss on his nose.
'Hey yourself.' She settled down next to him and began to read. 'It's good.' She said after a while.
'You really think so?'
'Of course. It's a good play. Want to make sure it works out ok?'
'Sure. Wanna go from the beginning?'
Nope. I wanna go from here.' Satine pointed to somewhere on the page. Christian looked and smiled.
'All right.' Christian wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. Her arms lingered around his neck and she gazed into his eyes before he moved closer to her. Her eyes fluttered closed automatically and she felt herself melt into him as his lips touched hers. All her worries melted out of the window and for a second, everything was all right. Then she remembered. She pulled away.
'Christian, we've got to talk.'
'What is it?' Christian asked concerned. 'Is it about your illness.'
'No. Come and sit.' She led the way to the sofa and they sat down together. He took her hands in his and gazed into her eyes. 'I've decided it's time to tell you...'
'Tell me what?'
'About my past.'
'I grew up in this very house. I was the youngest. All my brother's and sister's were grown up and moved out of home. I was a 'mistake', according to my father and of course he let me know it. I wasn't a mistake to my mother. My mother wanted me. We had this special bond me and her. I could tell her everything and she could tell me stuff. We were best friends and nothing could get in our away. Except my father. He was jealous of our relationship. I suppose he was afraid of me coming between him and mother so he tried to get rid of me. Permanently.
One day I was sitting on the log and he pushed me off. Fortunately, I lived but I was paralysed from the waist down. Before hand he had been pushing me around. People believed I was just clumsy. He realised that he couldn't push me around when I couldn't move, people would get suspicious so he push my mother around instead.
A year later, I was around 13, I had got use of my legs back again. I had the idea of going away, going to England to get away from him. I suggested the idea to Mother and she took to it. We quietly packed and went to the harbour. I had boarded the boat when I looked around. I saw Father had a hold of Mother. He was grinning wickedly. I should have gone back and stayed with her but it was too late. When I got to England I knew no one so I went to Paris. That was where I met Chocolat. He told me about Moulin Rouge. I thought, 'What have I got to lose?' It couldn't be any worse than home. And you know what? I was right. Moulin Rouge may appear bad but it is nothing compared to what I went through here.'
'Satine, I don't know what to say.'
'Don't say anything then. I was so excited to be back here. I thought I could see Mother and everything would be all right. But it isn't.' She looked at him, tears in her eyes. 'Christian, he killed her.'
'I know.' He said and wrapped his arms around her as she began to sob. 'I know. Everything will be alright now. I promise. He will never hurt you again. Nothing will hurt you.'
