Author's note: Thanks to my awesome reviewers, I've updated my story. I'd like to send out special thanks to Mabs and seanbs-gurl . You guys made this next chapter work. R+R and enjoy!

Part 2

The sun was setting. Everything was ready. Satine must understand what it means to be a courtesan. We can't afford to love anyone. The duke will see her tonight and he will tell her everything. Christian will not return to the Moulin Rouge. This was going to be done. Satine will show him what being a courtesan is all about and she will be rewarded with great imensity. The show will go on and if Christian ever tried to return to the Moulin Rouge again, it will be his last visit. The duke would be highly disapointed if anything ruined his plans for the sparkling diamond.

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I raced up to my room after rehearsal. I wasn't going to do this no matter how hard they try to force me. I opened the door and rummaged through my things trying to pack as quick as possible. I slammed the trunk shut and raced to the door. I stopped in my tracks as the door knob started turning. There was no where to go except........the window! I dashed forward and unlocked the hatch. Quickly shutting it tight, I climbed carefully down off of the high ledge and ran as fast as I could trying to stay out of sight. I turned around when I saw Harold staring straight at me. I spun on my heel when he opened the window and called after me.

" You'll never survive on your own! You'll freeze to death. If you leave us there will be no one to care for you. Satine! Satine! Come Back! If you find him just promise me, you'll come back home!" he shouted as loud as he could.

I twirled back around

"It won't be soon but I promise!" reasuring him that only when things get better I will return.

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It was pouring in London. Last night I rented out a studio with what little money I possesed. I'm sure people back in Montmarte probably think I'm dead,like the duke. Poor Satine. If only I could write to her so she knows I'm alright. It would be too risky. They would come and find me if they ever saw it. The duke had been on my tail ever since he found out about the love Satine had for me. He was driven mad with jealousy. I had to find her. It was the only way.

The drips from the ceiling had started to get worst ever since this rain had started. The streets were starting to flood. My mind was saturated with worries and frights of just what could've happened. What if she was forced into sleeping with the duke? What would happen then? Would she still have love for me? What was happening?I had to know.

Chapter three will be up soon so don't fret! Sorry it's short but I have a little something extra planned for later. Hope you all liked it! Don't forget to send in those reviews because they help alot!