Chapter Vingt
He had been so absorbed in his writing that when the chime of the clock rang it made him jump. He chuckled at himself.
It didn't surprise him that he had been so engrossed in his play that the world around him had been put on mute. It happened all the time.
The thing that surprised him was that he didn't see Satine in the garret. It was only one large room, with a bathroom connected to it, but the bathroom door was open and he didn't see her there.
Standing from his seat by his typewriter, Christian walked over to the ladder in the middle of the room. It led up to a hole that opened into Toulouse's garret. The story connected to the hole was humorous, but he didn't feel like laughing.
Argent, who Christian had found out suffered from Narcolepsy, had fallen through the ceiling, landing on the floor in his garret. He and Satine had been kissing and the shock of suddenly having a third person in the room made them both jump.
He climbed up the ladder quickly. He saw Satie asleep at his piano, Argent passed out on the floor, and Toulouse and the Doctor were nowhere to be seen. They were most likely passed out at the Moulin Rouge.
Satine, though, was nowhere to be seen.
He began to panic. She could only be in his garret or Toulouse's. She never went to the Moulin Rouge.
Then he remembered. She had gone to get the mail.
But hadn't that been hours ago?
He took in a deep breath, his mind racing. Every horrible thing imaginable popped into his head and his breathing became harsh, labored.
"Where are you?" He whispered into the silence of Toulouse's garret.
He climbed the ladder back down and he felt his throat tighten. What if Richard…NO! He wouldn't let himself think that. His brother, no matter how horrible and slimy he may be, would never go as far as to abduct his wife.
His breathing faltered for a second and his face grew hot. He needed fresh air.
Walking over to the window, he pushed opened the glass and stuck his head outside. A cold breeze hit his face and the smell of snow invaded his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the bone-chilling cold wash over him.
When he opened his eyes, he saw what he had been looking for. Though he was high up, he saw the glimmer of red hair covered with snow. He sighed…but the relief didn't last.
Why was Satine sitting in the middle of the road…covered with snow? And why was a very familiar form walking quickly towards her?
A/N-Don't start throwing stones yet, lol. I'll leave u hanging for a bit, but I already know what's happening next. Hope ur enjoying this story. REVIEW!!
