Rosie's POV

I stared up at this man with wide eyes for now I knew who he was. He was Raoul the Viscont de Chagney. His wife was the famous opera singer in all of Paris, Christine Daae.

I only knew of him and Christine because my father speaks about them a lot and my mother is friends with Christine. I didn't like Christine.

She broke my father's heart after all he had done for her. He made her famous and how does she repay him? By marrying some other guy.

Then a thought came into my head. How did the Viscont know me? "Rosie is that you?," he asked with amazement in his voice.

I was starting to get a little freaked out by this man. How does he claim to know me? "Excuse me sir, but may I ask how do you know my name?"

The question flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. He looked at me startled and a little disappointed but soon masked it with a small smile.

"My child, do you not remember?" His voice held hope that I would somehow remember him, but rememeber him from what? I don't think we ever met, and if we did, it was by accident.

I looked at him apologeticaly and said, "I am sorry mousire, but I am afriad I do not remember you."

I answered his question with as much sincerity and apology as I could, but by the look on his face told me that he was disappointed and that he was on the verge of tears.

He muttered something in french, but I didn't catch it before he said out loud and in anger, "Of cource she doesn't rememeber you.

She was only a baby when she was taken and now that monster has brainwashed her." I looked at him my face full of confusion. Did he just say I was taken as a baby?

I had finally found my voice and the courage to ask, "What do you mean mousire? That I was taken?"

He looked down at me a sad smile formed on his face. I knelt down before me and put his hands on my shoulders.

He looked his brown eyes which mirrored mine and took a sharp breath, "Rosie, I am your father. Christine Daee is your mother.

You were taken from us just days after you were born. I called for a search, but the police couldn't faind you or the man who took you.

There was no trace of you. No scent, no finger prints, no note nothing. Just a broken window and your favorite blanket was gone.

After two weeks the police decided to stop looking for you and you were pronounced dead.

You were our only child, and later that same year, we learned that your mother couldn't have children and that the only child she did have was possibly dead.

For 13 years we believed you were dead and grieved every monent of every day that we wish we could spend with you. I still never stopped looking, until Christine told me to.

She said that we had to stop somewhere. I can't believe you are alive." By the time he had finished he had tears in his eyes and I was left in complete and utter shock.

He stood there looking at me intently, problaly waiting for me to say something, but that was just it. I couldn't say anyhing.

I had just found out that my real parents are the two people in this world that I hate, and the people who I thought were my parents kidnapped me form my parents.

I didn't know what to do and it was instinct that brought me to hug the man that I just found out was my father.

He hugged me back and I soon felt something warm and wet on my back only to realize that he was crying. I rubbed his back and shushed him just so he wouldn't make me cry.

Then I heard a loud and thunderous voice yell, "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER, NOW!" And a gloved hand came and yanked me and Raoul apart.