Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Christine/Erik
Feedback: Yes, please! Also being nice would make me happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gaston Leroux's Phantom or anything I might refer to based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical adaptation of it. I also do not own the song "Out of Reach" by Gabrielle.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many…
Author's Note: Oh gosh…The drama is getting extreme! Crazy brain! Eek! Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Also another note, since I have to get it all posted before summer vacation since I may be leaving and I am having serious computer problems at home, I bring to you 3 NEW CHAPTERS! CHAPTERS 24, 25, and 26. In case anyone is interested. Sorry but in case any of you got confused I'd just thought that I'd let you know. Sorry…anyways the story must go on!
Chapter 24
How could he? How dare he? Christine asked herself. What madness drove him to persuade her to do such an awful act? What was he even thinking? By that he could possibly gain her love and trust that had been destroyed? What was she thinking?
Earlier that morning, she had managed to escape when he was sleeping. She made a run for the guest room and locked up her door.
She felt sadden, abandoned, and betrayed. She cried and refused to eat when the maid came to the door.
Raoul never even bothered to attempt to even speak to her or apologize.
Was he too scared of what she thought of him? Was he sorry? Did he care? Or had jealousy simply drive him mad as it had done to Poor Erik so long ago?
Christine sat on the bed and clutched her stomach and cried herself as she wished that she could have her Angel of Music with her.
"Erik…" she muttered to herself when she wondered where he was and what he would think of her when or if he ever found out.
She wanted to escape but she knew that she would get caught but had to.
And what would Erik think of her by that means? He couldn't possibly believe her knowing of how her past with Raoul used to be. He would believe that she had betrayed him. And if he did believe her, well then he could have had him killed…that was something that Christine could not allow. She had seen enough death and it would be one of her new rules to not ever see one for a long continuous time again.
Following that, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" she cracked out. She struggled to take the words out. She was still so tired but everytime she closed her eyes many terrible visions of her living hell would come to her.
"Me, miss," Louisa, the maid said.
"C'mon in," she said.
"I come with some clothes and things for you," she said carrying them into the room.
"Thank you."
"Why, child. You hold such a sadness in your voice. Is something the matter?"
"Nothing you should worry about."
"Madame Giry and her daughter Meg are coming."
What?
"I beg your pardon?"
"Well, child you should know yourself. Since a good part of the Opera House burned down, the two needed a place to reside. You as well as they are all moving to the northern part of England, come morning. Didn't Monsieur de Changey tell you?"
"No-no, he didn't," Christine said softly and surprised.
"Well, 'tis true. I better be off then. You look pale. I'll bring you a little something to eat since you don't seem like you want to come down." Louisa said as she gently patted Christine on the head and left the room.
We're moving? Christine thought. Away from Erik?
No. She couldn't let this happen.
This must be stopped.
She could not breathe if she had to spend one more moment in this so-called home.
It would kill her.