January 10th, 1883
{Raoul's P.O.V}
"Monsieur le Vicomte," I hear my servant, Oliver call from outside my closed bedroom door.
"What is it?" I ask harshly, taking another gulp of whiskey from the bottle.
"Your parents are here to see you." he replies.
I huff, irritated that they would come visit after I specifically told them I was fine.
"I'm a bit busy." I say, glancing over at the two naked prostitutes on my bed.
"Well, they're waiting in the parlor for you." he says, defeatedly.
I huff once again & climb back into bed.
"We can wait." one of the prostitutes says, crawling over to me & running her hand through my long hair.
"I know you will. For the amount of money I grace you both with, I should be getting twelve lifetimes worth of pleasure." I say agitated.
She shrinks back to her former place & I get a shirt on & go down to see my parents.
I see them sitting in the parlor, nervously whispering to one another.
"Good morning, Mother, Father." I say.
"It's afternoon, Raoul." my father corrects me.
I sit down on the sofa next to them. Though the servants can be quite annoying at times, they clean up the mansion very nicely.
"How are you, darling?" my mother asks me, placing her hand over mine.
"Grand." I say, shooting her a mocking smile.
She frowns at me. "It's been over a year since she left, you have to get your life in order, my son."
Christine. They always have to bring up Christine!
I chuckle. "You think that she's the reason I'm drunk all the time? No, I was drunk even when she was living here. I'm glad the bitch left. I hope she's rotting in hell."
"Raoul!" my father scolds. "Do not speak such words about that girl. She was very good to you."
"Then why did she flee?"
"Maybe she got tiered of all the abuse." says my mother quietly.
"A woman who cannot give me pleasure serves no use to me. I couldn't even get her pregnant in the process!"
"You're sick." says my mother.
"We're done here." I say, making my way back up to my room.
"What happened to my little boy?" I hear my mother sob, as I stand at the top of the stairs.
I shrug it off & walk back into my bedroom. Once inside, I quickly rip off my trousers & pin the prettier of the prostitutes down to the mattress.
Why should a life full of pleasure be frowned upon?
Author's Note: Well we see how Raoul's doing now... I'm feeling inspired so expect many new chapters these next few days!
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No Backward Glances
FanfictionChristine wants a new life. She wants out of this hell she's living with her fiancé Raoul. So one night, she finally goes & does what she needs to do...find her angel. & this time there are no backward glances.
