"Daddy, please calm down," I tell him, "you need to calm down."
Dad turns to look at me and takes a deep breath, "Christine, who is he?"
"Um, Well you see, Um..."
My dad asks me again, "Christine, who is he?"
I don't answer him, I just turn to Erik and ask, "Erik, would you please be kind enough to go downstairs and wait for us?"
I go over and lock the door and run over to my dad, pulling him into the biggest hug ever.
Then daddy whispers "Honey, what happened to you?"
I don't know if I should lie and say I ran away or say that Erik saved me somehow. In the end I just break down and tell him everything. I mean everything, I don't leave out a single detail, even the kiss.
My Dad listens patiently, nodding on occasion.
What dad asks though, was something I would never dream of hearing, " You love him don't you, Sweetheart?"
"No, why on Earth would you think that Daddy?"
"It was the way you talked about him, Honey, you spoke so highly of him."
"Dad, I promise you, I don't love him, and I never will."
"I'm glad you don't, Sweetie, because if you did I would never be able to forgive myself."
"How could you not forgive yourself Dad? Nothing was your fault." I questioned, I really need to know this answer.
"Because, Sweetie, that man downstairs is a monster. He committed a crime and deserves to be put in prison."
I lost it.
I literally lost it.
"Daddy you can't do that. You can't call the police. You can't put Erik in jail. You can't Dad, you just can't. Please dad, don't do this to me."
"Do this to 'you'?" he questions
"I-I mean to him, you can't do this to him."
If something bad happened to Erik, I wouldn't know what to do.
"Honey, think about it. What if you were in my place? Wouldn't you want the man who took your only daughter behind bars?" Daddy tries to plead with me. "Christine, this isn't up for discussion. That man is going to jail."
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Fear Can Turn To Love
FanfictionErik is lonely, very lonely. What happens when he finds a young seventeen year old, who is just as lonely as him. Fear can turn to love, right? [Modern] {Kidnap} I do not own The Phantom Of The Opera, sadly. Or anything else that I used.