Hello there! I'm sorry that I have not posted for a very long time. School just got really busy, but here is another chapter to Snow! :D How do you think Erik will react?!

Chapter 7

Shaking her head she started to pace madly on his carpet. "Oh God... Erik! What am I to do?! They haven't seen me in three years straight and this was going to be the year that I could finally visit them!" Finally she stopped her pacing and sat down on the floor with her head in her hands as she moaned, "Oh no..." She sighed. Erik looked helplessly at her distraught face, for once in his life, he was at a loss for words. He knew how much her family meant to her, but deep down he really didn't want her to go, sometimes he envied her family. For many reasons of course, some of them because he, himself had never had a true family that loved and cherished him. His mother died of cancer when he was four and his father turned abusive and destructive when that happened. He was always beat mercilessly. And when the teachers noticed the bruises on his face and body and asked about it he would always have to lie and say that he fell out of a tree or that he fell off his bike.

He hated his father. He hated him to the very depths of his soul, he hated that man. Sitting down beside her he was silent.

"Please father! Don't hurt me!" Cried Erik, only ten years old, begged for the cruel, twisted man to stop. "You think that I'm going to stop after you killed her?! Oh, no you little shit! I'm going to make you pay! Murderer, killer, YOU'RE the one who has hurt me and your deceased mother!" The cruel words he said grew louder with each blow of the leather belt. Erik screamed out in pain as another angry red welt was made on his back. "How is it my fault...? What did I ever do to mommy?" He whimpered, longing for his mother to come and hold him and make the pain go away. He had been longing for his mother for six years now, and he knew that it was just a dream that she would come back.

"How is it your fault?! Are you really going to ask me that?! If she hadn't given birth to you, she would have never had gotten sick, and she wouldn't have died! She DIED because of you, you little bastard!" His father screamed at the top of his lungs before the belt came down with such force that when it came in contact with Erik's delicate and welted skin, it broke open one of the welts on his back drawing blood. The poor boy screamed in agony.'What have I done?!' He thought as he curled up on the floor of his bedroom and sobbed, the blood pouring off of his back. Oh how it hurt! It burned like the fires of Hell were there lighting his back on fire.

But he was growing more used to these beatings ever since they started a five years ago. As he slowly slipped into oblivion, all he can hear is his father's evil cackle.

Erik shivered from the horrible memory. But he tried to not let it bother him, because shortly after that he met the most beautiful Angel that saved him from Hell itself. Quiet sobs finally shook him from his reverie, his gaze shifted to the hunched over figure who had her back to him, now her shoulders were slumped, her hands covering her face as she cried quietly. "Christine, please... Don't cry." He murmured as he gently put his hand shyly on her quivering back.

She quickly turned and flew into his arms, her tears staining his shirt. But he didn't mind though, if this was the excuse to be close to her like this, it was worth it. He gently wrapped his arms around her, completely enveloping her. She sniffled as she rested her small chin on his broad shoulder, her soft curls tickling the good side of his face. He inhaled her scent gently, savoring it while patting her on the back awkwardly. "It's okay Chrissie. It really is okay." He mumbled as he stroked her hair gently. Eventually she calmed down enough to stop crying and then sat up facing Erik and took two of his hands and gave him a watery smile. "I'm sorry I did that... It was rather, childish of me I suppose. And I'm sorry that I got your shirt tear-soaked." She sniffed, giving both of his hands a squeeze.

He felt like he was in Heaven. Christine hadn't held his hand since they were kids, she only held his hand if she was either scared or really sad.

"Come on Chrissie!" Erik said, walking ahead of twelve year old Christine entering the "Haunted Forests" That they set up for Halloween. "Okay Erik... I'm coming..." She murmured as they entered the dark forest. They walked through and when they were about a fourth of the way to the exit the first series of jump scares came up making Christine shriek with fear as she clung to a laughing Erik. "It's okay Christine! They aren't going to hurt you." He said rather smugly as he peeled the trembling girl off of him and continued to stroll up ahead.

"Erik! WAIT!" She shrieked and ran to catch up with him, holding his hand tightly as she did so. Looking down at their hands intertwined with one another, he lead her through the Haunted Forests with a rather bubbly feeling in him. He felt so... In love. When they finally reached the exit Erik was practically carrying Christine as she clung to him in terror, but he really didn't mine. He enjoyed the feeling of her pressed up against him, even though he mentally slapped himself for being such a pervert.

"I'm sure that the storm will pass Chrissie. There isn't anything to worry about." Erik soothed Christine as she ran a slender hand through her curls. "Yeah... Maybe I'm just too stressed out... I'm sure it will pass." She said, reassuring herself. Erik glanced out the window doubtfully as he watching the snow beat against the windows. 'I really doubt that your leaving tonight...' He thought, as a small smile formed on his lips.

And there is Chapter Seven! I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review, because they are love! Anyways, I wish you all a good day! Goodbye until next time! :) ~ Lyricalmiracle134