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.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many…
Author's Note:
Because it is so short I decided to put some more chapters so that the story will seem longer! Enjoy CHAPTERS 27-35!
Chapter 34"Christine!" Raoul exclaimed as he entered the door, "I heard what happened and came as quick as I could."
"Leave me, Raoul."
"Christine…"
"Leave me!"
"I'll be outside," Meg said excusing herself and leaving the room.
"Christine!"
"Raoul, I said leave me be-"
"Sorry to be interrupting," Dr. Irving said, as he walked into the room, "But as I was on my way to a house call, the most peculiar thing happened. I knocked some sense into me and realized that I had forgotten my bag." He went over to the mantel table to retrieve it.
"Doctor and dear friend," Raoul began to ask, "what is wrong?"
With an expression of shock the doctor looked over to Christine and asked, "You haven't told him yet?"
Christine looked away to express she did not want to take part in the conversation.
"What is it?" Raoul asked. "Is there something wrong with her?"
"My dear boy, Raoul," the cheery old and plump doctor exclaimed with a smile, "What is wrong with her being the mother of your child?"
"What!" Raoul exclaimed.
That's a lie! Christine screamed in mind. How she wanted to yell it out but sadly she just sat in shock and remained silent. That's not his child! It's Erik's!
"You're pregnant?" he asked.
Christine did not reply.
"I'll leave you two alone," Dr. Irving said leaving the room.
"Are you-."
"Yes, Raoul! I am! Is that what you wanted to hear!"
"Christine, I'm sorry…I never meant to hurt you. I don't know what came over me. I-."
"You said that you wouldn't ever hurt me, Raoul, but yet you did. There's no excuse."
"Christine, we're having a child! Isn't this what we've dreamed about?"
"That was then Raoul," Christine said in a more quieter tone.
"Christine, if you would prefer, my offer still stands yet again. You may marry me is you wish."
"No Raoul."
"Then let our son or daughter have my last name."
"No."
"Then let me give you shelter. Let me give you a home. No one will ever harm you."
"Raoul…"
"Despite what you might think of me, Christine, I assure you that's not true."
"Please, Raoul. Just leave."
"That child is mine too Christine…"
It isn't, Christine thought, no matter what you may think.
"You have nowhere else to go…" Raoul continued.
I can be with Erik, she thought.
"You can't go back to Paris. Besides, Meg and her mother are like you family and they are living with us now."
'Tis true, she thought, But still…
"Despite our differences that you may never forgive me for, let me provide you shelter, a place to stay, food, and a home. We must stay together for our child. I'm never leaving you out of my sight."
Christine thought for a moment and she realized that this fight was impossible. She was stuck and couldn't get out. She still had Meg at least.
"If we stay in this for our child," Christine said with a choking pain in her voice after her final two words, "Promise me that there will be no happenings whatsoever between the two of us."
"I accept."
Christine nodded with approval and tears fell in silence down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry Christine but think of it. We're going to be parents. Look we can be a family. We should keep it a secret though."
"Pardon?" she asked surprised at his change in tone.
"You'll understand in time," he said with enthusiasm in his voice Christine lacked. He came to her about to kiss her forehead when she turned from him.
Taken aback, Raoul whispered, "Get some rest. I'll be outside waiting."
He slowly backed away with pain deep inside and opened the door. When he turned back to look at her. They could've been happy. They trusted each other and now their trust was broken for the selfish and cruel act that he performed. Slowly he left and quietly closed the door.
Upon hearing this, Christine began to cry as she stared into the candlelight of the candle on the table beside her. With tears she whispered, "I remember there was mist…Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake. There were candles all around and on the lake their was a boat. And in that boat there was a man…Erik…" she choked.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" she cried to her invisible angel of music.
Elsewhere, she was unaware that the love of her life was in as much pain as her…