When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
Trigger Warning- mention of eating disorders, coercion and weight. Please prioritise your mental health above reading this chapter <3
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We don't need to eat to compete.
I pace around the hotel room, Amanda's body laid across my bed as James' arm slings around her shoulders, his hand extending to her head as he holds the ice that's wrapped in my towel to her head.
She hit it pretty hard when she fell, or when her dumb ass teammates dropped her, as I should say.
They dropped her, she passed out in their fucking arms and they dropped her.
Who the hell would do that? Who the hell would let someone as fragile as Amanda just fall on the floor, in front of an entire audience of people?
We don't need to eat to compete.
That's why she fell, she didn't eat anything. She probably hasn't eaten anything all day, it's been two hours since she passed out in James' arms.
Two hours since her head fell back into his arms and she let her body fall back into the state of shock that left her unconscious in the first place.
She hasn't fuelled her body for a long time, she's probably been extra restrictive with what she has been eating over the last few weeks in preparation for this competition.
Fuck Lucien, I hope he's thwarted by the pain that James inflicted on to his cheek, only I wish he had kept going.
Right now in this moment I wish that James hadn't stopped until he killed the bastard, I wish Lucien Bernard was dead.
I wish he was dead, not because I'm a violent person, but because he really does deserve it. All he does is abuse his power and it kills me to see how much he's hurt the people around him, the children around him.
We don't need to eat to compete.
What kind of twisted motto is that? Who uses that as a sentiment to live by?
The worst part of her words is that I've heard her use them before, she used that exact phrase back when I was at Elite.
Lucien asked her to recite that exact phrase, and she did. And no less than ten minutes later did I find her purging her food over the toilet seat.
The violent attacks to her throat as she urged the vomit to come up, to spew across the toilet as she diminished any of the nutrients that she had earlier absorbed.
She did that because Lucien encouraged her to, and that was the first time I saw Amanda as someone more than just a heartless bitch.
She was hurting, she was experiencing severe psychological pain because her dance teacher had made her feel like she wasn't worthy of eating.
