(AUTHORS NOTE: In this chapter Christine's father is played

by Brent Spiner)

PART THREE

It had been a week since Christine and Erik started their affair. Christine was surprised that Erik never pressured her to break off her relationship with Paul she thought he would but he didn't. But Christine didn't like lying to Paul. It hurt her every time she did. And things seemed to be getting worse. Paul had started talking to Christine about moving in together. Christine hadn't told Erik this yet but she knew she had to because she couldn't keep giving Paul stupid excuses.

"Christine? Christine!" Meg Gary grabbed her friend's hand and shook her slightly. Christine shook her head and turned to Meg. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Christine asked. Meg smiled at her friend. "I guess Paul has gotten a taste for the rough stuff for you to be, not only day dreaming, but worrying about that love bite on your neck." Meg said as she took a sip of her wine. Christine touched her neck. She had thought she had covered the bite completely up. But the bite was not from Paul.

Christine smiled and shrugged a little. "He just missed me when he got back from Boston," Christine lied as she put on a smile. Meg smirked at her friend as she took another sip of wine. "Anyway, how is Kyle?" Christine asked as she took a bite of her dinner. "He's doing much better. He was able to complete his ABC's today; well, actually, he only got up till E." Meg said sighing deeply.

Meg had been living with her mentally challenged older brother Kyle for the last year since their mother, Annie, passed away and wasn't able to take care of him. "Look, Christine, you might think I'm horrible for suggesting this but," Meg paused and sighed deeply. "I'm thinking of… sending Kyle to this school." Meg said, looking guilty.

"What kind of school?" Christine asked. Meg sighed and took another sip of her wine.

"A special kind of school, I love Kyle but I don't think I can take care of him anymore. I just don't feel like I'm as strong as my mother was." Meg said as picked up her fork and started poking her food around. Christine reached over and touched Meg's hand. "It's okay Meg. Just, look into the school before you send him somewhere. I mean he won't understand right away where he's going." Christine explained.

Suddenly, Christine's phone went off. "Hang on," Christine said looking at the caller I.D which read: Angel66. Christine answered it. "Hey, what's up?" she asked. Erik chuckled over the phone. "Where are you?" he asked her. "I'm out with Meg, I told you." She said to him. Even though Christine couldn't see him she knew he was rolling his eyes. "When are you coming home?" he asked her. 'Oh, so now he's calling his place "home"?' Christine thought in her head.

She sighed and looked at her watch. "I don't know. When I get there." She said to him before hanging up. "Was that Paul?" Meg asked. Christine smiled and shook her head. "Of course it was who else would it be?" Christine said smirking. Meg kicked her friend's leg gently and they continued to talk.

A half an hour went by before Christine and Meg said goodbye and Christine got into a cab that took her to Erik's apartment. When she reached the top floor and the door his apartment she unlocked it with her key he had given her. As Christine walked in she heard the TV on. There was some swearing and talking. As she entered the large living room area she saw Erik on the couch smoking while watching the Sopranos.

Erik sensed her presence and turned his head to look at her. Christine just drank in the sight of him. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans (no shoes or sock), and a white button up shirt that was completely open. Erik stood up and began walking toward her. "You were very rude on the phone," he said wagging his finger at her. Christine shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, was I?" she asked. Erik pulled her into his arms and began kissing her gently on the lips.

Their kiss soon took off into something much more. "I shouldn't have come here," Christine said as Erik moved from her lips to her neck. "Because you know what's coming to you." Erik said when he pulled her hard enough against to where she could feel his hard arousal against her stomach. Christine shook her head. "Yes." She answered breathlessly. She moaned softly when he kissed the sensitive spot under her left ear. "You are home." He told her.

Christine wrapped her arms around his neck and Erik swept her off of her feet and carried her into the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. He didn't want to make love to Christine while listening to Tony Soprano put some guy through a meat grinder. As Erik laid Christine down onto her back she bent her knees and spread her legs and Erik moved between them. "How much did you have to drink tonight?" he asked her when she started tugging on his open shirt.

She giggled. "A little," she said shrugging. Erik smiled at her and kissed her again. Her hand went to his mask but he stopped her. "Erik, please. I don't want you to hide." She said to him lovingly. Erik sat up, still between her legs, and ran a hand through his hair. "It just feels too soon." He said flatly. "I want us to be honest with each other." She told him. Erik shook his head. "I think you should go home." He said standing up and walking away from her.

Christine got to her feet and left Erik's apartment with out even saying goodbye. When Christine hailed a cab and got inside she was going to tell the driver to her home but instead she told him to take her Paul's apartment. When she arrived at his door she knocked. He answered the door wearing his white night pants and no shirt. "Christine? I thought were going to talk tomorrow-" Christine never let him finish sentence. She pushed him back into the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

They tumbled back a little until Paul's back hit the wall. Christine pressed her mouth hungrily against his and tangled her tongue with his. Paul's hands grasped Christine's waist and pulled her to him. His hands slowly traveled up her body and to her small sweater she wore and he pushed it from her body. Christine pulled away from him long enough to where she could take the sweater off completely. Paul picked Christine up and carried her into his bedroom.

He lay her down softly on the bed and began to kiss her slowly. But he suddenly stopped. Christine frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked him. He sat up and got off of the bed and turned the lights up completely. "That's what is wrong." He said pointing to her neck. Christine remembered the bite mark. "I certainly don't remember doing that." He said. Christine could hear the anger rising in his voice.

"Paul-" but he interrupted her. "No! Don't tell me you can explain. That only makes it worse. I'm going to keep myself under control. Please, just go Christine." Paul leaving the bedroom and going into the bathroom. Christine got up from the bed and tears fell down her face as she left. She didn't want Paul to find out that way. But she had been careless with Erik.

Christine needed someone to hold her. Someone who still loved and cared about her. Christine went to the only person she knew still loved her.

"I don't know what came over me. Just, when ever I would look at him, or when he'd touch me… I lost myself. I lost who I was. I couldn't remember anything or anyone. Everything disappeared-everyone and everything except him of course." Christine said as she sipped her tea. She looked up at her father, Raymond, who reached out and took her hand in his. Christine put her mug down and laid her head on his shoulder and began to cry. "Don't cry, angel, don't cry." He whispered to her, stroking her hair gently.

But it was hard for Christine not to. She had just told her father everything. Even what had happened during the time of her kidnapping. But she knew that her father would never tell anyone. Because then Christine would get in trouble for lying to the police about how she couldn't remember where she had been while kidnapped.

"Do you still love me?" Christine asked him, as she looked into his eyes. Raymond smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "I'll always love you." He answered her.

Christine knew no matter she could rest her head on her father's shoulder.

A week later

A week had gone by and Paul still hadn't returned any of Christine's phone calls or emails. She even tried going over to his apartment once or twice but he never answered the door even when Christine knew for a fact that he was home. Christine also hadn't been in contact with Erik, but she had realized that unless he was going to be honest with her there was no point in continuing their relationship, whatever their relationship was.

Also, if Erik really cared about Christine he would've called her. Christine decided that it was time to just forget about Erik and forget about Paul to just move on in her life. She didn't need either of them to complete her life.

Six months later

Christine was home alone was evening watching a movie when someone knocked at her door. "Who that be?" Christine asked herself as she stood up from the couch. Before she answered the door she checked herself in the mirror to make sure she looked okay enough to answer the door. She was wearing pink shorts with the Playboy bunny on them and a white tang top with out a bra and her hair was up in a pony tail.

When Christine answered the door it was forced open the rest of the way. Christine let out a yelp but quickly recovered from her shock when she saw who it was. It was Erik. And it was him after all these months. "Erik, what the fuck are you going here!" she yelled at him closing the door. Erik didn't even seem to notice her. He went into her kitchen and turned on the sink. His hand had blood on it and cuts.

"What happened?" she asked him walking over to him and helping him with his hand. "I got into a fight." He told her. She sighed and took a wet rag to his hand. "Where have you been?" she demanded angrily as she cleaned his wound. "Paris, Italy, Romania, Japan…" he said sighing deeply. Christine looked at him. She didn't want to know why he had to go to all those places.

When Christine finished with his hand she stepped away from him. "I want you to leave." She said crossing her arms over her chest. Erik laughed at her. "That's very funny, Christine." He said to her smiling. Christine shook her head. "You've been gone for six months, I want you gone again." She told him sternly. Erik stood up to full height and started coming toward her. "So, that's how you act? After all we shared." Erik said.

Christine didn't like the he was acting. But from his posture he didn't seem drunk or on drugs. He just seemed angry and… evil? He kept coming toward her and she backed away from him. She didn't like that look in his eye. His eyes swept over her body and Christine felt naked in his gaze. Christine suddenly backed into the fridge and she had no where to go.

Erik shrugged off his coat and threw it to the side. "If you want to run go ahead, try and see how far you get." He said to her. Christine's heart was racing. Normally when Erik would act dangerous it was a turn-on for her, but right now it was just scaring her beyond all reason. Christine thought she might as well at least try.

Christine made one attempt at running away from Erik but he caught her around the waist and pulled her hard against his body, her chest against his back. "Oh, no you don't." he whispered huskily into her ear as he held her. "You see Christine, I've really missed you and I'm not about to let you go." He said in a dangerous voice that scared Christine even more.

Erik pulled her with him into the living room where he threw her down onto the ground. "Erik you're hurting me." She whimpered when he grabbed her by the back of the neck. Erik got down on his knees in front of her and pulled her against him. "Really, I am? Too bad, I don't like hurting you." He whispered into her before licking it. Christine shivered. He pushed her down onto her stomach and pulled her shorts off of her body.

Erik pushed her legs apart and moved between them. Christine tried to turn over but Erik held her down. "Erik, stop it!" she shouted at him. He laughed at her. "Not on your life. Just enjoy it, Christine. You used to beg for me to fuck you hard." Erik hissed into her ear. Erik then reached around Christine's front and ripped open her shirt. Christine whimpered in pain again and tears began to fall down her face.

It was so wrong! Why was he doing this to her? Because he knew he could get away with it? She wished he would just stop.

Erik began kissing the back of Christine's neck and then the sides. Christine could feel his hard length poking at her backside and it frightened her for the very first time. "I'll scream." She warned. Erik laughed darkly again. "Yes, you will scream, when I fuck you." He told her. "And what a scream you have, Christine. I'm sure Paul never made you scream like that. Every time I screwed you, you couldn't even remember that boy's name." Christine shook her head.

Christine felt Erik's fingers move inside of her and they were already wet. Erik thrust them in and out of her and caused Christine to shiver. Soon, Christine was begging him to just to do it already inside her head. She wanted it to be over and done with so he would be gone and away from her.

Finally, Christine heard Erik unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. She felt his bare cock nudging her between her legs. Then she hissed in pain when Erik drove his cock inside her from behind. Erik groaned in pleasure as he started to move within her. He made his thrusts short and hard. Erik reached around her front against and massaged her bruising breasts. Erik had taken Christine like this before but never on the floor before so it did seem like a whole new thing for her.

Erik suddenly stopped and pulled out of her body and turned her over onto her back and sat between her legs. Christine just starred up at him in silence. Erik then thrust back into her body. As soon as he did Christine's hands flew to his arms and her nails bit into his forearms. Christine was beginning to feel something rise in her stomach. Her fear was mixing with old memories of when Erik and Christine first had sex.

It was scary and exciting, like it was beginning to become right now. Erik grasped her shirt and tore it completely off of her body and threw it to the side. Erik then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of his body. They were both breathing heavily and trying to catch their breath. Erik started moving again. His thrusts were short and hard again. Christine felt herself becoming wet at his short, hard thrusts. They were violent and a little painful but the pain was going away.

Erik leaned down and started kissing and sucking on her neck as he moved. He lifted her hips and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and that drove him deeper inside of her. Erik groaned deep within his throat as he continued to pound into Christine. "Fuck… this isn't right!" Christine groaned out as he moved harder. "So…aah…not…-fuck-not right!" Erik said, almost painfully. Christine wrapped her arms around his waist and dug her nails into his back.

It hurt Erik but also turned him on even more. "Fuck… harder!" Christine yelled aggressively at him. Erik was only too glad to comply with her harsh demands. When Christine finally came it was a shattering experience

Erik too finally came in thick spurts. For a few minutes Erik and Christine just lay together. "Why… why did you come back?" Christine dared to ask. Erik didn't ask for a moment. He was still trying to catch his breath.

"Because, I realized… that," he paused and sighed deeply. "What?" she asked looking into his eyes. "That I'm ready to tell you the truth." He whispered to her. Christine touched his mask and waited for him to stop her, but he didn't stop her.