I'm sooooooo sorri you guys. I've gone through Band Camp for the last time and it has been exhausting. I hope you guys forgive and even though I can't promise a faster update, I promise to continue the story! Besides Band Camp, my father has been in the hospital and so most of my time is spent with him. Again, forgive me and I hope you like the update!
Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN ANYTHING BASED ON PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!
Erik: ABOUT TIME!
Me: Sorri...starts to pout
Cat: HEY! Leave her alone! It's not her fault!
Erik: Who's side are you on?
Cat: Her's!
Me: HAHAHA! does the nana dance, Cat following my actions
Erik: OH SHUT UP!
Me: Please review!
Cat: Yeah! Review Review Review Review!
Chapter 18: Paper Faces on Parade
"Catherine Revue, you have a vistor!" one fat policeman screeched as he pulled out his keys to the cell as well as some cuffs to bind Cat's hands together once more. She was roughly grabbed and forced into a seperate room down the hall where she was to await at the cold table in the center for her vistor.
"Catherine!" Christine exclaimed as she ran into the room, clutching her sobbing daughter to her chest with so much regret and fustration.
"I didn't do it," Cat admitted through her sobs. "I swear, I didn't!"
"I know Cat," Christine stated, holding her child tightly. "I know!" She sobbed with her child, praying to God to take away such pain. Had she not been through enough already? It was a couple of minutes later that they sat down, still holding hands while taking deep breathes. "Cat, I know you had been visiting the Phantom of the Opera."
Cat gasped, pulling back in fear, knowing Christine was in Raoul's full control. "You can't kill him!" she immediately protested, standing while pure rage was written clearly accross her face.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Christine admitted softly, looking down at the table with shame in her eyes. "Not now. Not that the two of you have already met."
Listening carefully to her mother's words, Cat took her seat again though never returning her hand as she studied the strange person who once stood fearless in front of an audience of thousands. It had been so long since then, yet there was still some hint of defiance within her that wanted to burn.
"I have a story to tell you Cat," Christine began slowly, shakily as she moved her hands to her lap where the trembling began to grow. "I'm sorry this couldn't come sooner but now I fear it is too late as I speak."
"Does this have anything to do with you and Erik being together," Cat questioned slowly as well, watching Christine's movements with interest. "I have heard the tale from his mouth already."
"No Cat, it is not that," Christine responded, closing her eyes as if to block a memory from passing. "This story is about your father."
"I don't want to hear anything about that disgusting creep!" Cat screamed, punching the table as her body trembled, tears forming in her eyes once more. She turned from Christine, not ready to hear more and ready to return to her cell with the hookers.
"What?" Christine asked as she opened her eyes, looking at Cat strangely. "Cat...Raoul is not your father."
"What?" Cat exclaimed as she turned back to her mother. "It has to be! Is he dead? Can I see him?"
"I believe the two of you have met already," her mother stated with a giggle. "I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yourself. I know he doesn't believe you exist, and I blame myself for that, but when I see you in the Opera House so happy-like with what you do, what you plan to do, I can see almost a split image of him over you. And I must admit, it frightens me."
"But...who?" Cat questioned herself as she thought over her memories. "MARK?"
Christine burst out laughing. "Oh heavens no!" she stated, taking deep breathes to calm down. Once calm, she looked directly into Cat's eyes, something in her daughter screaming to know the truth. "Your father...Cat...is...the Phantom of the Opera," she admitted, taking her daughter's hand. "You are the Phantom's daughter."
"TIME'S UP!" the guard shouted as two other officers walked into the room, grabbing a shocked Cat out of her mother's clutches and back into the cell. Cat stumbled around, ignoring the concerns of the two hookers as she walked over to the barred window and peered out towards the Opera House that peeked from over a small building.
Her father was there. The Phantom, the ghost, her tutor, her friend, and her father. HER father. The child of the man who was thought immortal, cruel, indecent, so many stories that Cat could hardly believe. She was the child of a man with a bounty on his head that made him richer then that of the queen of England. She was the child of a man who had been there to save her, teach her to sing, and yet was not there when Raoul abused her. His child. She was Erik's daughter. The Phantom's daughter.
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