Nope, nothing.

Bethy will act a little silly at first, but it's only out of her anger for her mom at the moment. If they seem out of character and you're not happy with that, then stop reading cause that's how this is going to go. This is the way I wanted to write this chapter, and I'm proud of it.

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If I ramble in this chapter I apologize. This is the first chappie from Bethy's POV so I'm changing what seemed to be her personality around. She's truly not much like her parents. She is very much her own person, and I love this character I've created then stop reading. I would really not like flames for that because I'm very proud of it.

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Chapter 7

Didn't you love me?

I walked into the room silently approaching my mother, my head bowed. I still wore the white mask around the rim of my big brown eyes. She doesn't deserve to see my whole face, at least not yet.

My mom is smiling at me. She thinks I'm just going to forgive her for leaving me, yell "MOMMY!" and run into her arms and we'll all be one big happy family and go on picnics. WRONG! She's gonna get her full share of my mind before we go on ANY family picnic. I know it sounds weird, but when I was young, I used to be able to see my parents and me going on a picnic. We would all be happy and together on some beautiful day in May. Man, am I a sucker for fluffy images.

"Hello Bethy," my mother said gently still smiling at me. I had my mom's smile. I couldn't forgive her, I JUST COULDN'T! At least not right away. I truly and deeply wanted to soon, but not yet. Our bond would take time. But it would form. Eventually. My mom spread her arms open to hug me. My anger flared instantly, but I kept my cool remembering my earlier conversation with my dad.

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't call me Bethy, Miss Daae," I said head still bowed. My mom laughed.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to call me 'Miss Daae!' Calling me "Mom" would be much appreciated. "

"Sorry, can't help you on that one," I said, my attitude evident in my tone. My dad glared at me. I forgot to keep my head down; my mom got her first glimpse at my face. She looked at me shocked.

"Darling, I never knew you wore a mask. You are a beautiful girl! You don't need it."

"I like it," I said emotionless, "It works with my personality."

"So, do you live a lie, for that's all a mask really is, a lie." My temper was at boiling point.

"Was my father lying when he would tell you he loved you? Was he lying when he said that I needed you and you never came?"

"Easy," my father said, speaking for the first time. I'm glad he said something, his voice calms me. "Keep my mask out of this," he said trying to make a sad attempt at humor. "So, Bethy, this is your mother. Are there any questions you would like to ask her?"

I knew my mom was sick, VERY sick right now, I wouldn't say anthingthatmeanto her, no matter how mad I was at her. I wasn't that heartless. I know it seems like I am, but I'm not.

Since I was mad, I would make the best of this situation. A dirty trick came to mind. I would do exactly like little Miss. Daae thought I was doing, living a lie. I'd mask my emotions. This one should throw her off.

"What is two plus two?" I asked seriously. "Okay, I'm done," I said walking toward the door.

"Bethy," my father said slowly. My mom was looking at me with her mouth open.

"Sweetheart, were you going in a conversational direction with that comment?" my mom asked baffled. I accidentally smiled.

"Just trying to throw you off mo…" I shut my mouth. I almost said "Mom." I was letting my guard down WAY to fast, faster then I always do. Thankfully, my mother changed the topic.

"Well, Elisabeth, you wouldn't mind sitting on the bed next to me would you? Just so we could have a normal conversation?"

"As long as dad sits next to me, I don't feel like being alone with you just yet." I had hurt her feelings; I could see it in her eyes. She could really be pathetic. But, from the way dad had described her, she was much more mature and much stronger then she used to be.

I sat on the bed with my father and mother. A few very random questions came to my mind. I had a feeling I was going to talk a lot more then I often did, and that I was going to go out of character. If you were meeting your mom for the first time, and you could ask her random questions, you would too.

My emotions were weird right now. I was anger, and then I liked her a lot. It would change drastically from moment to moment. It was odd. I felt that this was something I should share with her. I'm much more open then my mom or dad. I'm actually VERY open with my feelings. I know it's not a dominating character trait in either of my parents but I was my own person too! My mask was crumbing fast, and in way it made me happy. I wasn't as much of an unhappy child as my dad thinks I am. I just act different around people. Like with the Viscount. I was angry and upset, so I acted like my father does in those kinds of situations. It helps keep me stabel.

"Christine, my feelings are odd. One moment I'm anger with you, the other, I start to like you, then I go back to being angry."

"I have a feeling you're going to be like that for awhile. Please, ask some questions."

"Alright. Who named me?"

"I did," my father said. "She hadn't named you yet by the time she brought you to me."

"Lovely," I said sarcastically. "Who was my grandfather?"

"Your grandfather was a wonderful violinist. He was a good man. I never quite got over his death," my mom answered sadly. I kept asking questions. Some my mom answered, some my dad answered. When I came to my last question, I knew it would be emotional.

"Miss. Daae? Didn't you love me? Why did you leave me?" There was a very nervous silence as I awaited my answer.

"Yes I loved you. I always have and I always will. I cursed myself the minute I left you." She answered slowly.

"Then why didn't you come back?" I said with clenched teeth.

"I don't know baby, I just don't know and I will never know." With that my mom started to cry. She sobbed into my father's strong shoulder.

"Bethy, please go to bed sweetheart." My dad said holding my sobbing mother.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, fearing getting into trouble.

"No, you asked areasonable question, I knew you would ask it and that it would be emotional on us, on us all. But right now I need you to go to bed," he said over top my mother's sobs.

"Where?" I asked him. My mom was in my bed.

"Sleep in my room just PLEASE go!" my father said stressed. I walked to his room a tried to fall asleep through my mom's heavy cries.

Outside a storm had started. I could here the sound of thunder under the labyrinth. It was a very long stormy, gloomy night.

A/N Remember, I know I rambled, but you all really needed to see where Bethy was coming from and that she's her own person. THANKS AND REVIEW!