How could I be so stupid?
by LiltingBanshee
Author´s note: auch, some very unhappy reviews. I´m really sorry if this story is confusing with spelling and grammar mistakes, but I write the way I have learned. I might have learned to write dialouge wrong and I´ve tried to correct that now, but it can be hard to break old habbits so I apologize for future mistakes. I have edited chapter 3 and 4, hope they are easier to read now, I have not put more details in them, as I have an idea of how I want to write this story, that doesn´t include more details than what you have seen now.
Phantomandvampirelover: Erik will soon appear.
Wandering-Phantom: hehe, well Christine likes children – at least this baby:) Erik soon to come.
Broken-Mask: Please, if you don´t like the story don´t read it. I have my idea for how I want this to be. I´m sorry if spelling and grammar mistakes drive you insane, but I really do edit these things. I doaccept constructive critisism, but I think you have a very unpleasent way of putting it.
Christine followed her mother into the clinic. The white walls seemed to move closer to her and the sterile smell made her stomach ache.
They approached the lady at the reception desk and Marie spoke quietly.
"Hello, my daughter Christine Daáe have an appointment with Doctor Webber today."
The lady shuffled through her papers and looked up.
"Yes, please take a seat, Doctor Webber will see to you shortly" she said politely.
Christine sat down next to her mother. None of them knew what to say so the silence was only broken by the ringing of Marie´s mobile phone.
The reception lady gestured at the 'Mobile phones prohibited' sign and Marie hurried outside.
Christine sighed and attempted a smile to the reception lady, but she just stared back at her and shook her head slightly.
Christine blushed. 'Why did everyone think being pregnant at 17 was a crime?'
Marie came back with a worried expression on her face.
"Oh Christine, Aimee just called. Your old aunt Beatrice have fallen in her home. I need to go and help Aimee, she´s alone there with the twins. I´m so sorry to leave you now, but I will give you money for a taxi home and I will come straight home later" she said and hugged her daughter.
"That´s fine Mum. I hope Beatrice is ok, don´t worry about me" Christine said.
"I´m really sorry darling, you shouldn´t be alone now" Marie said.
"It´s ok Mum, I´m a big girl. I can handle this, I´ll just go home to bed afterwards." Christine smiled weakly.
Alone in the waiting room she suddenly felt nauseous with worry.
"Excuse me, where is the toilet?" she asked the reception lady.
"Just around the corner dear. Don´t be long" the lady answered without looking up from her papers.
Marie entered the house hours later. Everything was quiet. She put her bag away and went up the stairs to Christine´s room.
Christine heard her mother´s footsteps on the stairs and tears welled back up in her eyes.
Marie entered the room to find her daughter curled up on the bed weeping silently. She sat down and gently rubbed her back.
"Shh my darling girl, I know you´re upset, but this is all for the best. You are very brave my dear, you will be fine" she soothed.
Christine said nothing.
"I´m sorry I couldn´t be there today, but you did the right thing. I´m very proud of you sweety" Marie whispered.
"Do you really think my child thought it was the right thing?" Christine sniffed.
"The baby felt nothing Christine. You have to let go now. You will get over this and have many beautiful children when you get older" Marie said.
"How is aunt Beatrice?" Christine asked weakly.
"She will be fine. She is staying the night at the hospital. Don´t worry about her now love. Get some sleep and I will see you in the morning" Marie kissed her cheek and left the room.
Christine rolled onto her back and put her hands on her abdomen. The tears dried on her cheeks and she smiled to herself.
"You and I owe aunt Beatrice a lot little dear" she spoke softly. "In a few weeks you´ll be too old for them to hurt you. We´ll just have to pretend for a while. Now you must promise me to try and not make me feel too nauseous and I´ll promise to protect you as good as I can."
She smiled. She couldn´t believe she had gotten away with this. Eventually her parents would find out, but she needed all the time she could have to figure out what to do. Her little escape from the clinic today would hopefully buy her a few weeks and then abortion would be illegal.
She sighed. She might have been able to save her baby, but she still hadn´t heard from Erik. He might just be busy as Meg had suggested. She couldn´t bear to think he had lost interest in her.
She had never felt like this about anyone. Erik had captured her heart with his beautiful mind and love for music. At first she had feared Mrs. Giry´s mysterious friend with the mask covering the right side of his face. But one night when she and Meg was having a sleep-over she had gotten up in the middle of the night to have a drink of water. She had heard the sound of the piano downstairs and had gone down to listen.
Erik had been playing softly and she had stood amazed in the doorway.
When he finished the tune he addressed her without turning around. "You should be in bed young lady. The way you and little Giry went on about boys and make-up you must be exhausted."
Christine blushed slightly. "You heard us?" she asked quietly.
"The way you two carried on I think the neighbours heard you. Why do you think I came down here" he chuckled softly.
"I´m sorry for keeping you awake Mr. Destler" she said honestly. "Though I´m glad you went down here. Your music is absolutely amazing."
"Please call me Erik, you´re in this house so often you almost live here, no need to be so formal. And thank you Christine" Erik said and turned to her for the first time. "My dear friend Anne tells me you have quite some talents for music yourself."
"I do sing and play the violin" Christine said proudly.
"You must entertain me with those talents one day. But now I think you should return to your bed, Let me walk you upstairs, I need the sleep myself" he said and rose from the piano bench.
Christine rose from her bed and took some paper and a pen from her desk. She would just write him a short letter. Nothing about the baby. Just a letter to see if he was still around.
She firmly closed the envelope and put it under her pilow. She went to change into her pyjamas and accidently knocked over a framed picture. She lifted the frame and looked at the picture.
Raoul and herself smiled back at her.
'Raoul' she thought. She had to talk to him soon. She owed him that much. He had been a good boyfriend to her, but she needed to end this now. She put the picture back and crawled into bed. She had made a big decision today. She had gone against her parent´s wishes, something she had never done before. She was taking responsibility for her actions, maybe not in the wisest way, but it was her way for now.