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Me: Oh right! So ladies and gents, I ,as past chapters mentioned, had a Facebook account but it really wasn't working for me so I deactivated that account and instead started a blog. The blog is meant to give hints about the story, future project and I will be accepting prompts as well. I posted pictures of the characters so far and some hints about the story already. If you are interested, the website is called the initials of my pen name (ns871), sdomain, dot, webs, dot, com. Sorry for the commas and parenthesis but apparently I can't post links. The website is all together no caps or parenthesis or w's in the beginning.

Erik: *impatient* All right enough chit chat on with the story

Me: Hope you all like this chapter and please comment and review the story. Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, it's characters, or its music I only am responsible for my original characters.

Elena's P.O.V~
(Day before the party)

The day after the confrontation with Josette was a rather awkward one for all of us. Madame Giry having heard the news of the argument told everyone that we are all here for our talents and not our connections. Everyone while in the same room as Madame Giry agreed; however, it was different when it was our break. The majority of the cast treated me the same as always, but other had the same mentality as Josette. I ignored their comments and continued with my practices as the black swan. Things were alright until today.

I was finishing up Rebecca's dress for her birthday party when I heard my brother storm through the library. He did not look at all pleased so I knew this had to do with either our family, Meg, or the opera house.

"Elena, why didn't you tell me about the events at the opera house?" Mathew inquired in a raised but still composed tone. I looked at him with shock, no doubt this is Meg doing.

"Mathew that was a rather insignificant incident that was easily handled. Whether you think so or not, I can take care of my family and myself rather well. Besides I did not want you to bother with disparates! (nonsense)"

"This was not nonsense dear sister, this was about your honor as well as my niece's. I give a damn about mine, you know that, as long as you and Rebecca and the people I love have their honor I will be fine. Elena, I know you can take care of yourself and Rebecca but remember you are not alone. I'm here to aid you in your fights. You are my sister Elena, and I would do anything to protect you... please when something like this happens again inform me immediately, I for one did noy like Madame Giry telling me this."

Madame Giry told Mathew... she has really warmed up to him I thought as I sighed.

"Mathew, I will not bother you with these rather childish accusations it is obvious Josette was angry that I received the part of the black swan instead of her. In a sincerity I do not care for ballet but I need the income... I want Rebecca to give or try to give Rebecca the same if not a similar childhood and vida que tuve (lifestyle that I had)."

"Elena, I admire what you are doing for my niece but you could just ask our father for mo-"

"No! No, Mathew I swore I would never receive anything from that man ever again!" I exclaimed quite indignantly.

"Elena he is your father and-"

"No Mathew, he is not. He is your father. He stopped being my father the day he told me to get rid of my daughter! He stopped being my father when he told me that I had no right wearing white and for being such a "mujer facil" (loose woman)! He stopped being my father when he blame me and my daughter for the death of our mother!"

"Elena he was hurt I'm sure there is a logical explana-"

"No there isn't stop trying to defend him... I gave him a choice you know. Eran unos dias despues de que te fuiste y me empezo a reprochar me algunas cosas. (It was a few days after you left and he began to reproach me a few things). He said that I brought shame to the family name and that I had committed the worst mistake in keeping "that thing." Rebecca was in the room when it happened, I yelled at him saying that my daughter was not a "thing" and if he ever dared to say that she was he would regret it for the rest of his life." I told Mathew. Sudden realization dawned on Mathew.

"You never left because you didn't want to depend on father did you?"

I nodded while putting the dress down on the table I was using, and looked at Mathew straight in the eyes.

"The next day, I was helping Martha in the kitchen preparing our midday meal when we both hear crying. I recognized the sound as Rebecca's and immediately ran to the source. Martha was right behind me as we both got near the source which happened to be the library and as we entered I saw fathe- Damian slapped Rebecca. I was beyond anger Mathew I was in a rage. I stalked up towards him and pushed him away from Rebecca. Tenia tanto corage que te juro a dios que lo queria matar (I had so much rage that, I swear to God, I wanted to kill him). I slapped him hard enough to draw blood from his nose, I think I might have broken it, and then I was about to do more but Martha pulled me back. I as a mad woman was demanding him explanations. All he said was that Rebecca sicken him and that she was the reason for our family's disgrace." I paused and noticed my hands were clenched into fists and then I relaxed them. Mathew was quite alarmed when he noticed my gaze adverted.

"I remember it as if it were yesterday. I exclaimed that Rebecca was innocent and had no part take in what happened to me that night years ago. I then asked him this: If mother were to fall in the same situation as I did, would he have kept that child knowing one day it would become Mathew? He answered yes but when I asked the same but of myself he stayed quite. I was extremely heartbroken Mathew he basically denied me ... I gave him the choice, a choice which had no return. He could either start getting to know his nieta (granddaughter) and live in peace with all of us or continue with his behavior and regret it for the rest of his life. He stated that he would never change the way he felt for "that thing" and that he would never regret anything. I had tears running down my eyes Mathew and as Martha held my daughter I walked up to Rebecca carried her and left the library. Less than an hour later I had my horse saddled and with few clothes from Rebecca and I and a few belongings and some money. I still naive about father changing went back and told him I was leaving. He genuinely looked sad but then again it could have just been me. It does not have to be this way was all he said. I told him that he chose to do this and that I made choices too. I told him I would not and could not live in that house without love any longer and that he chose for this to happen. The last thing I remembered was telling him that once I walked past that door he would no longer have a daughter who disgraced him. I walked out with more tears and waited a few moments... he did not stop me Mathew. I went to Madrid and worked as a seamstress barely managing to bring food to the table. Then I after time I heard about the auditions for an Opera House and I thought it would be an opportunity for me and Rebecca to be in better conditions. I thought it was for the chorus and I auditioned for the chorus but got the Prima Donna part and to my surprise it was for the Paris Opera House. I left Rebecca with a friend of mine in Madrid while I found a place to stay for both of us. You know the story from there." I said with a tear escaping and a sad smile.

Mathew seeing this hugged me and reassured me that one day father would regret it. As much as I claimed I lost hope, I still had that last microscopic shred of hope left in my heart. I broke from the embrace and then wiped the tears I had.

"Alright, enough! I don't want to think of sad thoughts. Tell me how did your outing with Meg go?" I asked but immediately knew the answer as soon as Mathew smiled like a maniac.

"Elena, I had a marvelous time with Meg. I am very fortunate that Madame Giry allowed us to court. I have never been so serious about someone since-since ever... I love her, as you love Erik!"

"Mathew Emiliano Vega! Por que dices eso? (Why did you say that?) What Erik and I have is a friendship an amistadad! Don't interpret it as something el-"

"Elena Dulcinea Vega," he stated in a mocking way, " it is quite obvious that you two love each other! Why don't you formalize it! He adores Rebecca and Rebecca adores him! He cares for you more than a friend should care about a friend and he would protect you from anything... plus he was really hurt when you considered him only a friend."

I quickly looked at my little brother and saw a smirk on his face. I was about to answer but couldn't give him an explanation. I then blushed and went back to sewing my daughter's dress. Mathew then decided to leave me with this thought.

"I would rethink your relationship with Erik hermana mia (sister mine) because although you claim to be just friends with Erik, Erik is obviously trying to have more than a friendship with you... so if I were you I would ask myself this: do you love him as a friend or something more?"