Christine

Chapter 14; What Are You Saying?

The music video is not mine but I think it goes well with this chapter. ☺️

Erik's pov

I nocked on the red door and a woman opened the door. "Can I help you?" She asked with confusion.

"Yes you can, Christine is sick and she wants to see her son and I'm here to get him for her".

"I'll get him". She said and in a minute a small boy came up to me. I thought he was going to be scared of the mask but he smiled at me. "Hello Gustave I'm Erik a...friend...of your mother."

What I found strange was that he took my hand and said goodbye to his friend and we left for the Opera Populaire.

While there Gustave looked at the organ. "Can I play Erik?" He asked very carefully. "No but you can play on the piano". I really don't mean to be rude but no one tutch my organ but me.

He played beautiful tunes on the piano which made me react. "what's this?" I asked very curious.

Just a song in my head...

He sang beautifully. "Go on" I asked and so he did.

I think it's beautiful

So very beautiful

Hear how each note seems to floats

Just like the night...

This boy. This music. He plays like me...no...no it can't be. He's just five years old. Five years old.

My god! This child might be my son, then Christine truly is mine. "Erik?" He said making me come back to reality. "Yes?" I said. "Can I see my mother now?" He asked. I took him into the room were Christine was resting but she did'nt sleep. Her eyes were opened.

"Mama!" Gustave said and Christine quickly turned to look at him. "Oh Gustave my darling!" She cried. They had tears in there eyes. It was a beautiful sight. A while later Gustave fell asleep and Christine let him sleep in the bed. She still had my shirt on her when she came up to me by the organ.

"Erik why did you come back?" She asked. I turned around I guess this is the time to tell her.

"I have been living in America for five years and I created a freak show call'd Phantasma in a place call'd Coney Island. I wanted to find you earlier but it took years to built it and the reason I'm here is because I want you to sing for me in my concert hall, in America". I explained as easy as I could. Christine walked around the place a little.

"So you only came back to me because you want me to sing your song and not to tell me you love me?" She said very upset.

"Christine I do love you I never stoped but back then I was a wanted man and I could'nt protect you and why did'nt you marry the vicompte like you were supposed to?" I said a bit to loud.

"I came back to him and told him that I had been with you and he trough me out of the house". That explaines a few thing's. "But why did you become a prostitude?" I asked she looked at me with truth in her eyes. "I had to protect my son I needed money and this is the fastest way to get him so that I can bay for Medicine and schools". She explained. And what about Gustave is he my son? "Gustave is all I have". She said now I got angry.

How could you think I would'nt guess?

She had a face of fear and stook a few steps back. "W-what do you mean?" I was angry before but now I was furious I came closer to her.

How could you think I would'nt know?

"Oh no" she wispered. And took her hands up as if it would protect her.

Do you have something to confess?

"Please don't make me.." She beg'd but I put my hand around her neck tight.

I want the truth right now if so! I yell'd. Looking at her dead in the eyes.

Once upon another time

You loved me

You'd left me alone

But that's not all you did

You left me with a son

Christine's pov

Ever since that other time I wished

You could somehow have known

I kept the secret hid what else could I have done?

Just love, just live

A son my son

Just give what you can give and take what little I deserve.

Erik started to cry. "Forgive me" he beg'd.

He sees me and shuns me as you did once...

Swear one thing to me

He will never ever know...

He asked. I understood and nodes my head.

I swear it believe me

You know you have my word

"Oh Christine help me make the music of the night". I then started to debt. "You can't make me sing angel". I said out loud. Erik just looked at me. I then started to feel the hatred again.

"Yes I can" he said. I got angry who does he think he is, I just told him about our son and now he wants me to go to America with him?

"Who are you!?" I yell'd at him I don't know who this man is. It what he was. My angel is gone he left that night and is never coming back.

" I am your angel of music! I'm dying Christine soffucating here in the dark give me breath give me life, sing for me! Or I will take from you everything that you've ever loved!" He grabs me pulling me into him. I just stood there trying to resist him. I looked at him in the eyes, those dark eyes who follows me.

"Including you?" I said and let go of him. I ran to the room were my son was covering his ears. "Come sweetheart!" I said and I held him in my arms. I ran away from him, I ran away from my angel of music who would never come back. Yes he's here, but I lost him years ago.

Angel of music you decived me...