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Chapter 6: Sometimes your lies catch up & bite you HARD

Here is chapter 6,  i hope you guys enjoy it.

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This chapter is dedicated to glitterandsunshine because I am in love with endlessly tainted, she is an awesome writer :D

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Zubaida

 I loved dancing, dancing was my passion, my escape, my hidden desire, my talent and I enjoyed it, the workout, the kicks, the flares, the sways, the bouncing were all a way for me to burn away my hidden turmoil. I danced my heart out, wiggling my hips in time with the beat, swinging my arms out. My brothers thought I blasted the music so I could work out a little. But oh no, there was a lot about me my brothers’ didn’t know, for example me being a trained dancer. I was a pro hip-hop dancer, could belly dance to almost anything, and Bollywood was my favourite genre- and the funny thing was no one had a clue.

They didn’t know and I intended to keep it that way, the nightmares lay forgotten in a small corner of my mind, my father’s actions were again buried deep down, and at the moment I forgot everything and just swayed to the beat. I was sweating, I was panting, my body was burning and some sane person might have been disgusted bit I welcomed it with open arms.

 I was me.

 The person who was buried under the lies, the pain, the suffering and the betrayals would once in a while, come out through my dance. I smiled and giggled without a care, my hair stuck to my skin, my clothes were drenched but I continued. I pushed my body to its limit and then pushed it some more.

I was complete

Somehow dancing helped me regain my strength, it allowed me to sweep up the scattered pieces of my heart and through dance I healed, I felt alive. I could smile freely, forget that there was a world out there that wanted to bind me in society’s chains those very chains were removed when I danced.

I was in my own world. I was at peace. I swung my body around, a smile plastered on my face, breathing heavy, I was content for the moment, but as I opened m eyes and looked at my door- I froze. My hammering heart slowed down and my mouth opened. There at my door stood what’s-his-name with the biggest smirk on his face. He looked at me from head to toe, up and down, taking his time and on his face that arrogant smirk was plastered. When his obnoxious eyes finally landed on my face he raised an eyebrow in a ‘explain now manner’. I sighed internally, this day was getting better and better, I squirmed under his gaze, like a child being caught with his hand in a cookie jar. The annoying voice in my head was figuratively tapping her foot at me, telling me though her ‘I told you so’ look, that by coming up with all these lies I had dug my self a hole. And I now had fallen into one- I didn’t know how deep the hole was yet and what it would take to get myself out of it. But I did know that this obnoxious guy was going to make my life a misery. It was then I clicked on to the fact that I was wearing very little, and what I was wearing was plastered to me like a second skin. Oh boy.

“So Zubaida, you’re a professional dancer?” he asked me, folding his arms across his chest, oh god his voice was so deep, masculine and should have been oh so illegal. I stared at him with a dumb look on my face, mesmerised by his grey/green eyes, I didn’t know what colour they were so I would have to get a better look. I was betting on grey- I had a thing for grey eyes; they could make me melt into a puddle at a guy’s feet. His eyes had crinkles on the corner as he gave an all out smirk that made my heart do salsa. He was propped against my door with his ankles crossed.  I made my way back up to his face to see he was openly laughing at me and I gave myself a good metal kick.