Disclaimer:The usual. I own nothing except for your minds...well...sorta.

A/N:Before I start, I just want to thank the few of you that have been reviewing. It really makes me happy to see reviews in my in-box. Also...I handwrite everything first, so that is why it takes me a while to update. This chapter, in fact, barely matches what I have written down. When i re-type things, I tend to make alot of changes.

Ok...I, in no way, approve of young teenagers having sex. The thought of it disgusts me, but I felt it was needed in this story to help add emotion. I hope you enjoy!

Christine sat, a blank expression on her face as she stared out the window. Who was he and how did he know that song? Better yet...why was that song so familiar?

A knock on the door stopped any further thought. 'Chris? I'm coming in," Meg said, walking into the room. At the sight of her friend's blood-shot eyes, she rushed over and pulled her into a hug. "Oh, Christine. We never meant for this to happen."

"Meg. Who the hell is he and why did that damn song sound so familiar?" Christine asked, her question muffled by Meg's sweater.

Meg sighed. She may have only been 15 when the whole mess happened, but she had noticed the definite change in Christine's personality. "Chris. If you want me to tell you the truth, you must promise not to get mad at Mama or I." Meg waited for her friend's nod, before beginning the tale.

"Ok. Remember how we had that vacation schedule? Well...the first time you flew out to New York, you met my adoptive brother. I know you don't remember him, but I'll explain that later. My brother was 4 years older than us and didn't really care to hang around with 'children.' So that went on for about 2 or 3 years. The year your parents died, Mama asked him to come home from school, this school, to keep an eye on us. He sacrificed so much in those few weeks, Chris. He had the most amazing voice ever. Anyways...I noticed the two of you were spending more time together. He seemed caring for once in his life. You used to have nightmare and he would be right there to comfort you. That's all I thought it was; comfort. Only after something happened, did I realize it was so much more than that. It was love, Chris. The two of you had fallen in love."

Christine stared at her friend. "Meg. What are you talking about? All I remember is shutting myself in our room. I'm quite sure that I would remember something like falling in love."

Meg toyed with the comforter on the bed, uncomfortable. They could only keep it a secret for so long. "Yeah...about that. Um...we took you to a hypnotist." She braced herself for Christine's reaction.

Christine just blinked at her. "W-what?"

Meg nodded. "After a month, my brother just disappeared; no note or anything. He was the reason you locked yourself in the room, Chris. The hypnotist was the only way we could help you. She was able to make you forget any memories you had with Er-him," Meg said, nearly slipping up and revealing the identity.

Christine, though, was able to put two-and-two together. Jaw set, she asked. "Exactly how many boys did your mother take in, Meg?"

"One," Meg answered quietly, biting her lip.

Grimly, Christine nodded. Grabbing the folder from under her pillow, she said, "If you'll excuse me, I have a business matter to attend to."

Erik sat at his desk, staring at his blank computer screen. Ever since his realization, the memories kept bombarding him. "How did I forget her?" he asked aloud, sighing.

"Did they hunt you down and take you to a hypnotist, too?" a voice asked, causing Erik to whip around in his chair.

There was no emotion on his face, as he looked at the girl, no...woman, standing before him. "Hello, Christine. Can't say that I was expecting you to drop in."

Christine's expression was rock firm. "Your door was open, so I let myself in. I believe these papers are yours," she said, tossing the folder down by his feet.

His eyes never left hers, as he bent down to get the folder. "Look. If I could go back in time, I would change everything. But that won't-"

"When do we start?" Christine cut him off, a small smirk turning the corner of her mouth.

Confused, Erik cocked his head to the side. "What are you talking about?" he asked, ignoring the bead of sweat that formed on his forehead.

Christine crossed the room and stood before him. "I signed the papers. That was what you all wanted, right? You were all in this together. As if I haven't gone through enough in my life, the three of you decided to throw this massive curve-ball at me." Her lip started to tremble, but her facade didn't change.

Erik opened the folder and looked at her loopy signature. "Christine. I can honestly say that I had no part in this. Meg sent me a tape of your singing and told me to come to the club and listen to you. She never mentioned your...our past."

She nodded. "I figured as much. As much as I love her, Meg is too nosy for her own good. But she means well. Only a few people know that my true passion is for singing. My father was an instrumentalist, my mother a dancer...but I truly loved to sing. When they died, I felt that dancing was my last tie to them."

Erik sighed and ran a hand through his jet-black hair. "You don't have to do this, if you don't want to. I didn't mean to start any trouble between you and the Girys"

Christine offered him a small smile. "There isn't a day with those two, that doesn't involve trouble."

Erik stood up, his 6' 1" frame towering over her 5' 5" one. "Christine...I promise that I will never hurt you again."

Christine gazed up at him. "Just answer one thing. Did you love me?"

Erik turned his gaze away from her. How could he explain it to her? He couldn't do it 4 years ago, and now was no different. "Christine...what you and I had, it was complicated."

Christine reached up, her hand grazing his masked cheek, and turned his face to meet her gaze. "I've been through hell in the past 4 years. My parents died, my first...well...second boyfriend, I guess, broke up with me because he said I was lying to him. And now...this. If you think I won't understand, think again."

Not meaning to, Erik brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Why did he say you were lying?" he asked, curious.

Inwardly, she cursed herself. She hadn't meant to bring up Raoul, but it just slipped out. "We dated for a almost 2 years. After a year together, we decided we were ready for a commitment. We began to be more...intimate." She stopped, not able to look Erik in the eyes.

Erik's jaw was clenched. He couldn't bear to think of anyone with his Christine. "Please...continue," he pleaded, turning her head back to face him.

Christine gazed into his blue eyes and sighed. "He was my first love, I told him, and I was ready for us to take that next step. So...we did it."

Erik cringed at her bluntness, but did not turn away from her. "I don't understand. What does this have to do with you supposedly lying to him?"

She focused on a spot to the left of his head and sighed. "It didn't hurt our first time. Raoul was, or I believed that he was, my first. I had no way to explain it, but to say that the barrier must've deteriorated by itself. Something like that isn't too uncommon."

Erik nodded, understanding what she was talking about. "And I'm guessing our young fellow didn't except that?"

Christine smiled a bit. "Actually, he did. His father was this big-shot doctor, so Raoul knew more than enough about the female body."

Erik sat, still confused. "Then why didn't he believe you?"

She pulled up a chair and sat next to him. "Seem his name wasn't the only one I would call out."

Erik rolled his eyes. "Good God, woman. I just wanted a simple explanation, not some trashy romance novel."

Christine arched a brow. "And you know about trashy romance novels...how?"

He glared at her. "Continue. Who's name, if you don't mind my asking, did you call out?" he asked, even though something in the pit of his stomach was telling him that he already knew.

She placed a hand on his knee and leaned closer to him. "I didn't know until now...but it was yours."

A/N: I know...I know. It's a semi-cliffhanger and you all hate them. Be happy i added that last sentence. I could've left you hanging even more, though i'm quite sure you all are smart enough to figure the answer out on your own.

So yeah...our first mention of Raoul in the story. I have to say that i truly hated writing him in, but it was needed. Still trying to figure out if i want him to have an appearence in the flesh...er...text...or not.

Next up:Erik and Chris talk a bit more and plan a rehearsal schedule. Be cautious...there might be one or two scheming Girys in the near future.