A/N: I am extremely bored right now so I'm going to write the chapter. I've been having a really bad day and the only thing that seems to help is writing.
Any who I think this is going to be a two part story. I'm still thinking about it. In case anyone didn't know this takes place on September 27, 1867. (two days after Christine's birthday.)
Chapter 9
Christine woke to a knock on her door.
"Christine, breakfast is ready." her father's muffled voice called from behind the door.
"Thank you, Father" she called to him sleepily.
Christine got out of bed and quickly dressed into a pale green dress. She brushed the tangles out of her long chocolate curls. She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning, Father." Christine said cheerfully.
"Good morning, Christine. I trust you've slept well." he said smiling. He handed her a warm plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. Christine's mouth watered at the sight of the appetizing food. She had forgotten how hungry she really was. Her father loaded his plate and sat down opposite of Christine.
"Father? What did you want to talk to me about?" Christine asked. He put down his fork.
"Oh, yes. Christine, I wanted to say that I am sorry for being so harsh on you yesterday and the day before. It's just that," he paused and started again, "That night I could have lost you. All I have in my life is you now that your mother is gone." His eyes were starting to fill up with tears. "I don't know what I would have done if you were taken away from me." The tears spilled onto his cheeks. "I didn't want to punish you like that, Christine. It pained me to do so." Christine felt a pang of guilt for scaring him like this. Not only did she scare him, but she ran away from home.
"It's okay, Father. I'm here with you and safely in the house now." she said reassuringly. She got up from her chair and made her way over to him. She kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Father."
"I love you too." he said wiping the tears from his face. "Now our food is getting cold, Christine." he said with a kind smile.
They both ate there breakfast as Christine's father inquired about how warm and breezy it was that September morning.
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When Christine was finished with her breakfast, she went upstairs with some food hidden in her napkin. She walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She knocked on the door to the boy's room. There was no answered. "Mon ami?" she called. Still there was no answered. She turned around as she heard a noise outside the window. Christine gasped as she saw the boy climbing threw the window into her room.
"Where were you!" she said dreading the answered. "You could have been seen." She realized that something was different about him.
"I went out to get some clothes for myself" he said. She finally realized that he was fully dressed in black pants and a white dress shirt.
"Where did you get them" she asked astonished.
"They were hanging on a clothes line." he said innocently.
Christine gasped. "You stole them!" she said.
"Well, where else would I have gotten clothes. Do you expect me to walk around town in broad daylight, without any money, and barely any clothes on only to ask someone to take off their clothes and give them to me for nothing in return? Honestly, Christine, you can..." he stopped as he realized he was starting to yell at her. He looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry." he said while turning to close the window. "I didn't mean to loose my temper. Excuse me." he said while walking past her. He went into his room and shut the door with a click. 'You fool!' he scolded himself. 'After all she has done for you, you yell at her!'
A/N: I know this chapter is short, but I might just update soon.
Anyway, you might think that people don't hang their clothes out to dry during late September but my mom does on breezy days. Thankfully no one has stolen any of my clothes. . I would like to thank my betas for checking my work and making sure that I don't make any stupid mistakes. Thanks Izzy! Thanks Nicole! .
-Jessica-
PS- I feel much better now.
