Title: She has a right to know...
Disclaimer: The Moulin Rouge, Satine and Christian belong to Baz. Joshua, Giselle, Andrew and Isa belong to me.
A/N: I'm sorry. I must leave you all. I'm going away for a week. Yes, I know, it's not my fault I have to! So that means no Giselle for a while, that's why I wrote this one so quick, it's short but I think you guys will like it. I had a lot of fun writing it. Even after I get back I have to write for my 'Ami' story before the next installment of this, I'm sorry. But I have fans that like that one too. I'm sorry.
"They argued after dinner, Papa yelled at me. It was my fault." Giselle and Isa were sitting on the lawn, unpacking their lunch at their favorite place. There was a cliff and off the cliff was a raging river. It was surprisingly quiet, just the perfect place for the midday meal of two girls.
"Well, at least it didn't last long right?" Isa asked, Giselle nodded and looked away. "What do you have?" She asked, scanning the contents of her best friend's hamper.
"Do you want my raspberry biscuits? Marianne knows I don't eat them, I think she made them especially for you." Isa nodded and picked up the cream colored packet.
"Hello Giselle." Isa watched as Giselle's muscles tightened.
She knew who it was. The only person on the Earth Giselle couldn't stand. The very one that had tried over and over again to get Giselle to court him. He thought he was the best, and the best deserved Giselle. But he was not the best and Giselle did not want him.
"Hello Andrew." She said between her teeth without turning around.
"Did you go to the river last night?" Giselle spun around to face him, her face hot with anger. He and his friends snickered. This was their entertainment. "Did you wait for me," He said, leaning nearer and nearer to her. "Or were you home, dreaming of me?" Andrew's face was in front of hers inches away. "Kiss me, Giselle. You want me, I know it. Kiss," He rested her forehead against me. "Me." He kissed her. Isa felt as if she would throw up; it was a disgusting sight.
Andrew's eyes were closed but Giselle's were wide open, shocked and enraged. He pulled away from her, smiling. He had gotten what he wanted. Suddenly, Giselle's face shifted. Her lips turned upwards, slowly forming a smile.
"Did you like that Giselle?" Andrew asked, seeing the smile. "You are smiling."
"No Andrew." Her hand whipped out and slapped him. Hard. A red mark lashed across his cheek. Andrew drew his hand up to his face. Giselle's smile grew wider. "I was smiling," She whispered in his ear. "Because I had been waiting to do that for a very, very long time."
She stood up, brushed her skirts off and walked away. Isa followed.
"I saw you two days ago. You were in the haystack with that servant, what's his name, Joshua?" Giselle stopped. "A servant, boys." He said to his friends. "A good for nothing, poverty-stricken servant." He walked towards Giselle. "Someone who is just waiting to stick in what he can't stick anything in to anyone. Except you. Or wait," He grabbed her arm, and leaned to whisper in her ear, mocking what she just did to him. "Maybe your mother." She turned around as fast as lightning, her fist landing firmly into his gut.
"How dare you talk about her that way about my mother!" She threw another punch at his eye, it connected as Giselle saw in Andrew's face. He grabbed both her arms and twisted them painfully. Giselle stubbornly bit her lip to keep from cry out with pain.
"Why not? You're mother was a whore, she sold sex for money, diamonds. Father told me. But you know all about that don't you? About your mother, the Moulin Rouge." He looked at her face. "Or do you?"
"What is going on here?" A teacher from the school came running towards them.
Giselle fell to the ground, rubbing her hands that Andrew had dropped only seconds before the teacher came into view.
"Nothing, Miss Higher." One of Andrew's friends said. "Giselle just fell down that cliff over there, she would've gone into the river if Andrew hadn't caught her."
After a minute of inspecting them, trying to decide if they were telling the truth, Mrs. Higher nodded and left.
"School will be concluding soon, better get to your classes." She said over her shoulder.
"Well then, we're off. It was a pleasure seeing you again Giselle. It always is." Andrew said smiling sweetly. In response she spit in his face. "That wasn't very nice. You better be careful, someone might find out about your fling with that servant, or worse, your mother." He kissed her cheek and Giselle turned a pale color, shaking with violent rage.
"Giselle?" Isa asked, kneeling down to her best friend.
"My mother, all this time they lied to me. They lied about everything." Giselle cried into her hands.
"You don't know that. Andrew was probably just making lies." She nodded.
"You're right Isa. It's probably that." She wiped tears of her cheeks, they left stains on them.
"Come on," Isa said, helping Giselle up. "Let's get back."
*****
"Why are you so quiet tonight, Gigi?" Christian asked calling her the pet name he made for her as a baby.
"Yes darling. What's the matter." Satine added, taking a spoonful of potatoes and placed them on the table.
"Mother, Papa," Giselle hesitated. Did she want to do this? Did she really want to know the truth?
"Is something wrong? Are you sick?" Satine reached over to feel her forehead.
"No, Mother. I'm fine."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Darling?" Her mother pressed.
"How did you and Papa meet?" She asked.
Her mother stopped eating and Christian choked on his water.
"We met at the Moulin Rouge." She said.
"Yes, Mother I know. But that's all my life you've told me 'We met at the Moulin Rouge, fell in love and got married,' but what about the rest of it? What about the story of how you fell in love. I never heard it! NEVER!" She screamed.
"Gigi." He reached across the table for her hand.
"When we met at the Moulin Rouge-"
"Satine." Christian said in a warning tone.
"You're father was so innocent-" She ignored him and continued.
"Satine, stop now." He said louder.
"And I was desperate for love, even though I didn't know it."
"SATINE!" He yelled.
"Stop it Christian!" She yelled back. "She has a right to know! She's old enough now."
She stared at him, challenging him to disagree. He sighed and looked away. Her mother had won.
Giselle gripped the bars on the chair, bracing herself for what was to come, bracing herself for the truth.
"I was a courtesan, from the Moulin Rouge."
Disclaimer: The Moulin Rouge, Satine and Christian belong to Baz. Joshua, Giselle, Andrew and Isa belong to me.
A/N: I'm sorry. I must leave you all. I'm going away for a week. Yes, I know, it's not my fault I have to! So that means no Giselle for a while, that's why I wrote this one so quick, it's short but I think you guys will like it. I had a lot of fun writing it. Even after I get back I have to write for my 'Ami' story before the next installment of this, I'm sorry. But I have fans that like that one too. I'm sorry.
"They argued after dinner, Papa yelled at me. It was my fault." Giselle and Isa were sitting on the lawn, unpacking their lunch at their favorite place. There was a cliff and off the cliff was a raging river. It was surprisingly quiet, just the perfect place for the midday meal of two girls.
"Well, at least it didn't last long right?" Isa asked, Giselle nodded and looked away. "What do you have?" She asked, scanning the contents of her best friend's hamper.
"Do you want my raspberry biscuits? Marianne knows I don't eat them, I think she made them especially for you." Isa nodded and picked up the cream colored packet.
"Hello Giselle." Isa watched as Giselle's muscles tightened.
She knew who it was. The only person on the Earth Giselle couldn't stand. The very one that had tried over and over again to get Giselle to court him. He thought he was the best, and the best deserved Giselle. But he was not the best and Giselle did not want him.
"Hello Andrew." She said between her teeth without turning around.
"Did you go to the river last night?" Giselle spun around to face him, her face hot with anger. He and his friends snickered. This was their entertainment. "Did you wait for me," He said, leaning nearer and nearer to her. "Or were you home, dreaming of me?" Andrew's face was in front of hers inches away. "Kiss me, Giselle. You want me, I know it. Kiss," He rested her forehead against me. "Me." He kissed her. Isa felt as if she would throw up; it was a disgusting sight.
Andrew's eyes were closed but Giselle's were wide open, shocked and enraged. He pulled away from her, smiling. He had gotten what he wanted. Suddenly, Giselle's face shifted. Her lips turned upwards, slowly forming a smile.
"Did you like that Giselle?" Andrew asked, seeing the smile. "You are smiling."
"No Andrew." Her hand whipped out and slapped him. Hard. A red mark lashed across his cheek. Andrew drew his hand up to his face. Giselle's smile grew wider. "I was smiling," She whispered in his ear. "Because I had been waiting to do that for a very, very long time."
She stood up, brushed her skirts off and walked away. Isa followed.
"I saw you two days ago. You were in the haystack with that servant, what's his name, Joshua?" Giselle stopped. "A servant, boys." He said to his friends. "A good for nothing, poverty-stricken servant." He walked towards Giselle. "Someone who is just waiting to stick in what he can't stick anything in to anyone. Except you. Or wait," He grabbed her arm, and leaned to whisper in her ear, mocking what she just did to him. "Maybe your mother." She turned around as fast as lightning, her fist landing firmly into his gut.
"How dare you talk about her that way about my mother!" She threw another punch at his eye, it connected as Giselle saw in Andrew's face. He grabbed both her arms and twisted them painfully. Giselle stubbornly bit her lip to keep from cry out with pain.
"Why not? You're mother was a whore, she sold sex for money, diamonds. Father told me. But you know all about that don't you? About your mother, the Moulin Rouge." He looked at her face. "Or do you?"
"What is going on here?" A teacher from the school came running towards them.
Giselle fell to the ground, rubbing her hands that Andrew had dropped only seconds before the teacher came into view.
"Nothing, Miss Higher." One of Andrew's friends said. "Giselle just fell down that cliff over there, she would've gone into the river if Andrew hadn't caught her."
After a minute of inspecting them, trying to decide if they were telling the truth, Mrs. Higher nodded and left.
"School will be concluding soon, better get to your classes." She said over her shoulder.
"Well then, we're off. It was a pleasure seeing you again Giselle. It always is." Andrew said smiling sweetly. In response she spit in his face. "That wasn't very nice. You better be careful, someone might find out about your fling with that servant, or worse, your mother." He kissed her cheek and Giselle turned a pale color, shaking with violent rage.
"Giselle?" Isa asked, kneeling down to her best friend.
"My mother, all this time they lied to me. They lied about everything." Giselle cried into her hands.
"You don't know that. Andrew was probably just making lies." She nodded.
"You're right Isa. It's probably that." She wiped tears of her cheeks, they left stains on them.
"Come on," Isa said, helping Giselle up. "Let's get back."
*****
"Why are you so quiet tonight, Gigi?" Christian asked calling her the pet name he made for her as a baby.
"Yes darling. What's the matter." Satine added, taking a spoonful of potatoes and placed them on the table.
"Mother, Papa," Giselle hesitated. Did she want to do this? Did she really want to know the truth?
"Is something wrong? Are you sick?" Satine reached over to feel her forehead.
"No, Mother. I'm fine."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Darling?" Her mother pressed.
"How did you and Papa meet?" She asked.
Her mother stopped eating and Christian choked on his water.
"We met at the Moulin Rouge." She said.
"Yes, Mother I know. But that's all my life you've told me 'We met at the Moulin Rouge, fell in love and got married,' but what about the rest of it? What about the story of how you fell in love. I never heard it! NEVER!" She screamed.
"Gigi." He reached across the table for her hand.
"When we met at the Moulin Rouge-"
"Satine." Christian said in a warning tone.
"You're father was so innocent-" She ignored him and continued.
"Satine, stop now." He said louder.
"And I was desperate for love, even though I didn't know it."
"SATINE!" He yelled.
"Stop it Christian!" She yelled back. "She has a right to know! She's old enough now."
She stared at him, challenging him to disagree. He sighed and looked away. Her mother had won.
Giselle gripped the bars on the chair, bracing herself for what was to come, bracing herself for the truth.
"I was a courtesan, from the Moulin Rouge."