Fifty Shades Lighter

Chapter Six

Finally, its the end of the day and its time to go home and get ready for training.

I put on a white, black and lime green sports bralet and some matching gym leggins and throw on a grey baggy hoodie. Mum and dad always come training with me, they love to watch me skate. Mum says I look like the picture of perfection.

When I skate its the only time I feel free. My recent routine is to guru josh project, infinity. Dad says its an electrifying feeling when he watches it. He keeps telling me to go for pairs like my trainer says but im not to sure he means it. He blows hot and cold on these kinds of subjects. Ive come to the conclusion he doesnt like change, especially when its to do with his princess. Being thrown around in the air would be scary as hell.

As I grab the blade of my boot and it stretches up and to the top of my head I hear the doors to the rink open and close and a bunch of people. Its Jake and his freinds and some of my freinds.

"Pheobs" He grins as i skate up to the side of the ice.

My dad goes to stand but mum grabs his wrist and he lowers himself sulkily into the chair again. Our freinds take a seat and I talk to Jake about doing a duo and he said i should go for it. Thats it, my mind is made up, im going to go for it. Unknowing to dad, I have been working on a seprate peice. I skate over to the sound desk at the side and tell them to put on a certain song. Dads jaw is going to drop, so is Jakes.

My routine is to love me like you do and my coreographer has decided I should have a partner. He says he will work through my routine with me with him as my partner just until he can find me a partner. Its a loving routine and there has to be a strong connection present which I have with my coreographer. When I have finished it has the desired affect and both of their mouths are open.

"That was..." Jake begins "What the hell was that" My dad interupts and standing promptly.

"Dad" I say skating to the side.

"No Pheobe, your a classical figure skater. Not a rag doll to be flung around in the air" He is in a real bad mood "Go and get changed and get your skates off, we're going home" He demands so I skate off. When i return, Jake is gone and dad looks like he is having stern words with my trainer and coreographer. 'For god sake Pheobe, its only a damn skating routine. Talk to mum when we get home' My subconscious folds her arms and rolls her eyes, flinging her own pair of prestine white skates over her shoulder. Shes damn right, dad is so over reacting.

When we are both in the car and belted up I pull up the courage to speak to dad. His grip is so tight on the steering wheel his knuckles are white.

"Dad" I start off.

"What" His voice is rough and angry as we pull out of the parking space.

"What was going on with Antony" I ask

"Honey, your supposed to be a classical figure skater, not a pairs skater being flung around in the air" He replies, stubborn in his desision, I definatly need to speak to mum. Just wait til i get home.