Behind the Curtain: A Moulin Rouge Fanfic.

Chapter 6: Christian's Hand

"I'm pregnant." Was all she said. Tears began to form in her ocean blue eyes and fall down her chalk coloured skin. Her ginger hair seemed to glow against her skin and eyes.

"Satine..." She nodded. "Was that what you was afraid of telling me?" She nodded again. She couldn't speak now, tears were flooding her face making her go red and puffy again. "Oh Satine come here." He hugged her. He then laid back on the bed with Satine laying on his chest. He sat there stroking her hair. And humming Come What May. "Do you know what?" He said.

"What?" She managed to say.     

"I couldn't be happier." Satine sniffed and looked at him.

"Seriously Christian? I was so worried about telling you. I have no idea at all how you would take it. I fount out three days ago. Just before we were going to perform Spectcular." She said in a rush, it still being hard to talk through the tears.

"Yes seriously and I know we are going to make a great family." He kissed her head and eventually he could hear her breathing slower and deeper. She was asleep.

Satine feel asleep, this was the first time in days that she had fallen asleep and not woken up crying or feeling sad or worried. She was happy again. She didn't need to worry. Christian was with her and they were going to be a family.

Two hours later Satine awoke, Christian was asleep still. His head had fallen to the side and he was snoring gently. Satine tried to get up without waking Christian but it didn't work as soon as she moved he grunted and his eyes shot open. "Are you okay?" He asked, suddently alert and worried.

"I am fine. I just wanted to get up is all." She laughed. Christian ruffled his hair and yawned.

"Hey Satine, when was you thinking of telling Harold about the baby? You do realise that you cannot perform now right?"

Satine stop at the edge of the bed and turned around the face Christian. "Well I was thinking that maybe we could tell him together? Possibly later today or now if you want to?"

"I think that sounds fantastic. Shall we go?" He gave another little yawn before rubbing his eyes.

She got up and went into her closet for some clothes then she walked into the bathroom and minutes later she returned to the small room dressed in a long dress that just reached the bottom of her ankles. The dress was black and had little red flowers all over it.

"Ready?" He asked. He was now stood near the door leaning on in, he looked very angelic like.

"Ready." He then held out his hand and she put it in his, taking the same identical path to Ziddlers office.

When they arrived Christian knocked on but winced in pain. Satine looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"Oh it's nothing." He lied.

"Christian." She said in a 'what's going on' voice.

"It's just my hand, nothing big." Satine took hold of his left hand and turned it over so the palm was face down.

"Christian, how long has your hand been like this?" The blood around his knuckles had now dried up and there was yellow and purple bruising starting to form.

"Not long. A couple of hours." He tried to whisper the last bit but she still heard.

"You mean you did this today? How?" Satine could not help but sound concered for Christian.

"Maybe Ziddler isn't in his room. Shall we see if he is down in the hall?" Christian said, trying to change the subject. He tried to walk off down the steps but Satine kept hold of him.

"Christian! I am not going anywhere until you tell me how you did this?" She crossed her arms and gave him a long, cold, hard stare.

Christian sighed "It happened because... Because I punched a... wall..."

"You what?" She questioned

"I punched a wall." He said

"Why did you punch a wall?" Satine now uncrossed her arms and her face was full of concern again.

"Because I was angry."

"Why were you angry?"

"It doesn't matter!" He said a little louder than he intended to.

"Well it does if you go around punching walls Christian. Now why did you do it?" Satine questioned again

"It doesn't matter, just leave it!"

"Christian what are you hiding from me?!"

"Nothing!"

"No there is something!"

"Just leave it!!" He shook himself so her grip loosened and he stormed off. Satine stood there her hand hurt a little. She had to follow him. She had to know what was going on. Why he was so angry? What he was angry about? Satine walked forward but she started to feel dizzy. She didn't care, she had to find Christian. She started to walk down the stairs and suddenly gasped in pain. She tried to steady herself but everything was so hazy and blurry. She began to fall... She was a couple of steps away from the bottom. She fell and hit the floor. Unconcious.

No one was around.

She was cold, unconcious and alone.

No one to help her.

At all.