The Unwind

Chapter 2

"Christine, please." Erik said sternly, "I know you can sing better than this, you have great potential and a show next week, you need to practice. Now." he uttered, becoming ever so frustrated with her. He hadn't known what had gotten into her, but he didn't quite like it.

Christine narrowed her eyes at him, "Well, sweetie, I don't feel well today and if you're going to continue to be a tosspot then you can piss off." she huffed and sat down with her arms crossed.

Erik looked at her, surprised that she would speak back to him in such a way, "Christine," he began, but didn't quite know how to finish his sentence.

"This performance is whack and I refuse to do it. It's not your best work, and if I start to put myself out there again then Vicomte will for sure find me. Unless you want that to happen, you may leave me be." Christine stood, "Actually I'll leave." 

"Christine, please. I understand you're going through some changes right now, and I may not completely understand them yet but I need you to calm down. Lay down, please. I'll lay with you, I can care for you, Christine. Why are you being cruel?" Erik asked, he moved over to her and gently took her hand.

"Me? Being cruel? You were being a bossy prune, and you normally love when I sing, what happened?" Christine frowned, she looked down and moved her hand away, "I don't want to lay down, I don't know what I want." 

"Then let me help you, Christine. I can help you." Erik assured her. 

"I just feel like I have all this weight on my shoulders, I can barely leave this place without the fear of running into Vicomte and truthfully it doesn't matter anymore if he finds out I just hate how he reacts to things." Christine started to stress, she walked over and sat on the bed. 

Erik looked at her, he went back to his organ and put his music away, he frowned and walked over to Christine, "Are we arguing? Is that what's happening?" 

Christine looked up at him, "Do you realize your son has never seen your actual face, you're his father, he needs to know he can trust you but how can he when you're hiding things from him."

"Christine..." Erik sat next to her, he gently took her hand again and kissed it, "Have," he paused for a moment, "Have you ever wondered what our child will look like?" he asked quietly.

Christine looked at him, she became confused for a moment, "What do you mean, Erik?"

"I mean, do you think that it will..." Erik looked down momentarily, "Do you think that it will look like me?" he frowned.

Christine looked at him, she slowly reached her hand to his mask to take it off, "It's okay if it does look like you. I'll love it just the same as I love you. There's nothing wrong with the way you look, you just look... different." she said, she set the mask down next to her and leaned closer to him. She kissed his neck and slowly made her way to his lips, she looked up at him with soft eyes and smiled against the corner of his mouth, "Kiss me." she whispered as she closed her eyes and moved her lips gently onto his. 

Erik weakly smiled and pulled away, he pressed his forehead onto hers, "That's good to know, but what about everyone else." he worried. 

"Shh..." Christine whispered, she slowly moved and pulled him on top of her, "Forget about it." she mumbled and kissed him again. 

Erik kissed her with a little force, but then moved, he grabbed his mask and left. 

Christine sat up and frowned, "Erik, I'm sorry!" she shouted, she was unsure why he had left, but figured she'd give him his space. She laid down and pulled the covers over.