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Chap.2
By the time Christine cleaned up Raoul's mess in the kitchen, cooked and they all ate it was bed time for Jacquelyn anyway.
Jacquelyn was in bed, not really tired. She was sitting up, and practically bouncing up and down. "calm down Jacquelyn, it's time for bed." Jacquelyn stopped. "oh mom." She whined. "get under your covers dear." She obliged and Christine tucked her in. "mommy." Jacquelyn asked after her mother stopped tucking her in. "can you sing to me?" Christine smiled. "of course. What do you want me to sing?" Jacquelyn thought for a minute. "the one you always sing." Christine nodded and started to sing. 'think of me. Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye remember me once in awhile please promise me you'll try.'
Raoul stood in the door way, listening to Christine sing the song that she sang when he met her once again. Her voice never changed, that voice which sent chills up and down his body. That voice which was trained by the Phantom Of the Opera.
'when you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free. If you ever find a moment spare a thought for me.'
Jacquelyn loved that song. Her mother said it was from when she was an Opera star but wouldn't tell her anymore. Oh well it didn't matter. She sighed and relaxed into her pillow finally feeling sleepy.
'we never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea, but if you can still remember stop and think of me.'
Christine stopped to see if her daughter was asleep which she was. She gently kissed the top of her head. "good night, my darling daughter." Christine got up, and turned around. She gasped quietly as she saw Raoul in the door way just staring at her with a weird little smile on his face. "Raoul! You scared me!" Raoul laughed. "sorry my dear. Come, Lets go downstairs and talk." Christine nodded and followed him downstairs.
Someplace else.
Peter sat on a chair watching his father doing things. "Father. Do you know what?" His father shook his head. "I met a girl, at the park. She is really nice, and…" he paused for a minute. His father peered over his shoulder. "and…she has a mother." He expected his father to go angry and yell at him but he didn't. "oh…really." His father said still doing things. "why don't I have one?" Peter asked, although knowing he knew his father didn't like talking about it. "Peter…me and you're mother…had a big fight. We never talk anymore and she let me keep you. Because she didn't want you." Peter lowered his head. "oh." His father sighed and came over and hugged him. Peter looked up at him in confusion. "Father…you never hug me." His father smiled. "well I guess I've never realized how much I loved you." Peter smiled. "father if you don't mind me asking…why do you wear that mask?" His father brought up his hand to feel the mask on his face. "Peter….i think it's about time I told you the story of my life." He sat down next to peter and told him the story-from his point of view-of the phantom of the opera.