Chapter 13
I woke the next morning smiling and I let out a sigh.
"Morning lovely." Erik said and I opened my eyes to look at him. "How did you sleep?"
"Alright. You?" I asked moving in closer to him.
"Great." He said leaning in for a kiss.
"You know. It's nice to wake up to see your face this time." I said.
"Don't. Please don't." He begged and I could see the pain in his eyes from me bringing this up.
"I'm sorry." I said kissing him lightly on the lips.
"So am I." He said.
We stayed in silence for a little while when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Gustave is that you?" I asked.
No answer. I looked at Erik who stood up and pulled his pants on. I sat up and pulled the bed cloth around me. "Gustave?" I asked again. Still nothing.
Erik slowly walked to the door and opened it to revile Gustave with his tooth brush hanging out of his mouth and a cut on his finger.
"Oh Gustave." I said. "You scared me half to death!"
"I'vef hurt my inger." He said looking at Erik who was closer.
"Let's see." He said and bent down to look at Gustave's finger which was still bleeding. I didn't like blood and started to feel sick.
"Um, do you two reckon you could do that in another room please." I said looking away.
"What wrong mofer?" Gustave asked, tooth bush still hanging out of his mouth.
"I don't like blood. That's all."
"Okay, come on Gustave. Let's go to the bathroom and fix your finger." Erik said turning Gustave away from the door and leading him out.
I sighed as I fell back into the pillows. I've always hated blood. Always. Ever since my mother died and I had cut my finger open on the knife trying to make father breakfast. He was so sad about her passing that he couldn't do anything for weeks. I was only 4 and didn't understand what it meant to lose someone. When I did, finally realize she was never coming back I cried for weeks.
"All done. I've put a band aid on his fi- Christine?" He said coming over to my side of the bed to make sure I was okay.
"Yes?"
"Don't do that." He said getting back into bed.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Not move!" He said pulling me into his arms.
I laughed at him. "You didn't seem to mind me not moving much last night." I said turning around to face him.
He laughed and kissed my nose. "That's true." He said taking my hand in his.
I smiled at him and closed my eyes. I would have fallen back to sleep if Gustave hadn't come running in to our room jumping on my bed.
"Mother, can we have pancakes for breakfast seeing how father is already here?" He said jumping.
"Yes darling. Go and get the stuff out, I'll be there in a minute."
"Yay!" He said running from the room, completely ignoring the fact that I was in bed with Erik, who was laughing at Gustave's enthusiasm.
"He's so sweet." Erik said sitting up and passing me my dressing gown.
"Hmm." I said.
"Are you okay?" he asked pulling me over into his arms.
"Yeah, fine." I said.
"That's not true. I've known you long enough to know when you're upset."
"It's just, we're happy now. You, Gustave and I but, somethings going to happen."
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it, every time something good happens, something bad will happen at the same time. Finally getting to see you was ruined by me taking you're mask off, When I chose you, you let me go with Raoul, When I came back you left then I had to marry Raoul for Gustave's sake. Now this, what's going to happen?"
He thought for a minute. "You have a point."
I nodded when we heard a loud crash from the kitchen.
"Not more plates." I said with a slight laugh.
But then the room was silent and Gustave didn't come in to say sorry. Erik and I looked at each and jumped out of bed. I pulled the dressing gown on and ran out of the room to find plates on the floor but no Gustave.
"Gustave, if this is a joke it's not funny!" I yelled looking behind the piano and couch.
"Christine!" Erik said pointing out the window. I ran over to look and saw Gustave being dragged away by someone with blond hair.
"No." I said running down the stairs to try and catch up with them, Erik close behind.
By the time we got outside they were nowhere to be seen.
"Gustave!" I yelled looking around.
"Mother!" came a yell from the beach pier. There was a boat leaving for France today, if they got on, I would never see my son again.
Erik ran ahead of me but we got there too late, the boat was leaving.
"You have to stop that boat." I said to the man watching it move off.
"I'm sorry miss but it's too late now. There will be another one in a month's time."
"A month? I can't wait that long. My son's on that boat."
"Shouldn't you be on there miss?" He asked.
"No, someone's taken him." I said tears welling in my eyes.
"I think you should contact the police." The man said.
I looked out over the water and the tears started to fall. "I'm sorry Miss." The man said.
"John, can you get us both tickets for the next boat out?" Erik said coming over to us and putting his arm around me.
"You know I can't do that Erik. The tickets have all been sold."
"John, you owe me one and you know it." I looked from Erik to John and back again, I'll find out later. My son was the most important thing right now.
"Alright. I'll get them for you and bring them around tomorrow."
"Thank you so much." I said. I had started to shiver from the cold so Erik thanked John and took me back home.