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wat up... srry its been so long since i updated... my computer has been really jacked up lately so... yea... you get the point... here we go...

SHOUTOUTS:

Twinkle22: i'm glad u liked the chappie... i just hope u like the new one cuz' christine and erik get into a major argument... and some things are said that shouldn't be... but i'm going to stop so read to find out more... ENJOY

Gi Xian: yea in two chappies it goes from sweet and cute to rude and hateful... i hope u like... ENJOY

Blue fur and Puffin: major dissappointment for ya... you don't find out what actually happened to christine till the 2nd story... srry... supence rox! eenyways... erik and christine get into a major fight and so yea... ENJOY


Chapter Forty

The Big Fight

Her eyes fluttered open; the room dark except for a lit candle lining the features of Erik's sleeping figure slumped in a chair next to the dresser.

She sat up slowly, grimacing at the pain she caused by her action. She had a massive headache, abdominal pains, and a constant shooting pain in her wrapped arm. She stood slowly, and quietly left the room hoping not to disturb Erik.

She walked to the bathroom so she could get a better look at herself (Erik had placed a mirror in the bathroom for Christine's sake). She walked in and flicked on the light. And she gasped at the sight she saw before her. She had a large cut on the right side of her face, her belly covered with bloodied bandages and she was covered with small bruises and cuts."No wonder I'm in so much pain." she thought.She leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor; tears streaming down her cheeks followed by loud sobs.

Erik woke and walked to Christine's bedside and had to double take when she wasn't there. Then he paused for a moment, silence surrounding him... Then he heard, what sounded like, a muffled sob coming from the bathroom. "Oh no!" he said in a hurried voice and raced for the bathroom.

The door was closed and he knocked gently, "Christine? Are you okay?"

The only responce was moresobs.

"I'm coming in," he said and gently pushed the door open to see a Christine sitting on the floor, crying into her hands. He rushed to her side and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom.

She lay on the bed and looked at Erik, "Is the baby okay?"

He averted his gaze from hers and spoke the truth, "… No. The baby did not survive the fall."

She broke down into silent tears. "Why did this happen?" she whispered.

"It's because of me." Erik said, turning his back on Christine.

"You did this to me?" she asked incredulously.

He turned, looking at her with utter shock, "No! Never! That is not what I meant!" she relaxed. "What I meant was… this happened because I am a monster and God hates me!

"Erik, God loves you. You are one of his children and –" he glared at her, "– and I'm gonna stop."

"If God loves me, why did he make me the way he did?" he said, his voice trembling as if he were holding back tears.

She answered his question hesitantly, "He has a plan for everybody and you, being the way you are, is part of his plan; our accident, also, part of his plan."

"Well can't he pick on someone else for a change? He has tortured me my whole life and then when I finally get something he takes it away." He roared angrily.

"Well I'm glad to know that it was a bad thing when I risked my life to come back to you." She glared at him.

"No, no. That's not what I meant. You were all I ever wanted. And when you came back I really believed there may be a God. But then Raoul became angry, and we had to leave— a down side to the good. And then you get pregnant, a good thing of course. But then the accident occurs and you loose the baby, once again, a counteract to the good thing that happened. Your damn God is playing tricks with my head. and I HATE IT!"

"Erik calm down. He is testing you. And when you loose your temper like this you fail the test." Christine tired to explain.

"So you're saying that when bad things happen I can't cry or show any feelings about it? Your God is REDICULOUS!"

"That's not what I said. You have every right to be sad and get upset, but you should not loose your temper. When you curse God, you fail the test. I'm not saying you have to believe in God, but I am asking that you respect him and stop blaming him for all your problems."

"But –" he stuttered.

"I know he killed our baby, but instead of worrying about what might happen in the future, you stay in the past. Get over yourself Erik. Forget about the past."

He looked at her incredulously, and then spoke, "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" Well yelled is more what he did, but still Christine's gaze stayed hard as stone. "You tell me to forget, but do you take into account what that is I must forget?"

"I do Erik. I ask you to forget all your bad memories, all the hardships you went through," she paused. "I have forgotten all of my past. You can do it too."

"What do you have to forget? Nothing in comparison to me."

"How selfish you are! All you can think about is you and how bad your life was. You don't even take my past into retrospect. My past has been just as traumatising as yours." she said choking back tears.

"How!" he asked sarcastically.

"Dare I go into it or will you just throw me down the stairs again?" she challenged.

"I did not throw you down the stairs."he thundered. "Now tell me: How was your past as terrible as mine?"

"Yes your majesty." she said sardonically, and bowed her head. "Now -- hmmmm -- where shall I begin?" She paused to think. "Oh yes! When I was seven I lost my father and had to leave my home and travel to Paris with a woman that I didn't know. And I was forced to join the Corps de Ballet at the Opera Populaire. I had no friends and no family, Antoinette Giry became like my mother, Meg like my sister.

"I had also been promised by my father, before he died, that I would be watched over by the Angel of Music and had my hopes destroyed when I found out you were a man. Instead of a beautiful Angel of Music, you were just a pitiful, lonely, deformed man with a pathetic addiction to morphine." She paused, and glanced at Erik for his reaction. He was trembling with what seemed like a mix of anger and sadness, and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"He got what he deserved." she thought. She stood and walked out of the room... not another word between them.