A New Beginning

Chapter 8

(Christine's POV)

-4 days later-

Erik took great care of me in these last days, but he was sometimes too overprotective of me. He would not let me get up unless I really had to, and when I did, I would use crutches and his assistance. I found all of that cute in a way, but I wanted to be up and moving, dancing and singing with him. We would sing at times, but nothing too professional. What upset me the most about being in my current situation was that our wedding had been delayed. We hadn't talked about it, but I often felt the need to do it. I decided I would talk to him about that that day.

"Erik?" I called his name.

"Yes, mon amour, is there anything you need?"

I loved how caring he was. "It's just, when are we going to get married?" I asked him.

"As soon as you are healed, we shall hold the ceremony, and we will have a happy life. I would say in about two weeks you shall be as good as new," he told me and kissed my cheek.

"I can't wait," I replied.

"I can't wait either. I will do everything for you, and I will treat you like a queen; like the queen that you are," he said with a huge smile spread across his face. It did surprise me sometimes who childish he could be, he was a genius after all, but he kept talking, "I will cook for you, and take you out, and buy you everything, and make you happy, and-"

"Erik," I interrupted with a small giggle, "I want to help around, too. What am I supposed to do? Stare?"

It wasn't more than a second later that I realized my fatal mistake.

"Of course," Erik muttered under his breath. "Stare," he continued, "So that's what you're here for," he said to me, gazing into my eyes, but not with his usual caring look, his eyes were full of anger and reflected an intense fire.

"N-no, no Erik, that's not what I meant-," I said, but he cut me up when he raised a hand in the air, and I prepared myself for the fatal impact that his hand would make against my face any second, but it never did.

I lifted my gaze from the ground and saw his eyes full of tears, and he looked back and forth to his hand and then me. He then put his hand on his side and stormed out of the room.

"Erik please," I said trying to keep him from leaving, but he was already far from the room.

I stood up and chased after him, ignoring the pain in my leg. I looked for him everywhere, but I couldn't find him. I prayed he was alright. My mouth was dry and I started feeling dizzy, so, knowing that I wouldn't be able to find him if I was in this condition, I headed to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. What I saw as I entered was not a pretty sight, so my hand, instinctively, flew to my mouth.