Tiny Dancer

Finding Out

"Alright my little élèves (students) we'll pick this up next class, just remember to practice then six positions,"

I smiled as the young ballet students who had toothy smiles on their faces nodded their heads. I watched as the kids ran up to their parents, giving them a big hug, subconsciously I rested my hand on my growing stomach excited for the baby that would be born in about four months. Finally, the last kid left the studio, and as much as loved teaching younger kids, I missed the stage and the adrenaline, but I knew that there were risks that could lead to a miscarriage. I made my way down downtown Paris and to the bus stop where something caught my eye at the tv store, a headline, Hargreeves Mort (Hargreeves Dead), my breath hitched and my eyes started filling up with tears. I knew that I would have to go home for the funeral. 

But I didn't want to face my siblings as much as I loved the majority of them everyone left the house angry and upset with each other. I still kept in contact with Vanya, whom was my maid of honer at my wedding, and was my daughter Grace's godmother. I equally was there for her, attending her concerts and some what encouraging her to write her autobiography, even though I'm sure it will cause a lot of conflict toward her. But the people I was afraid to face was Klaus and Diego, my relationships with the two of them ending on the same day, and with the same teary ending. But I did my best to push aside my fears and focused on the very few happy memories of the academy. Once I had finally gotten home, I saw my husband Abe asleep on the couch, I smiled and pressed a kiss onto his forehead as made my way up the stairs as quickly as I could and entered my bedroom and started packing. 

"Mommy?" I turned to see my little daughter in her pajamas sucking her blanket standing in the hallway,"what are you doing, where are you going?"

 I opened my arms and Grace ran into my arms as gently as possible and placed a kiss on her forehead,"Sweetie mommy has to go away for awhile, Mr. Hargreeves died, and I have to go to the funeral." 

"Mommy please no," she cried and tightened her grip on me,"take me with you!" 

I was shocked and I rubbed the tears away and saw, bruises, was Abe hitting Grace? Suspicious, I asked Grace showed me her memory I saw Abe furious and him raising his hand striking her. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I pulled her into a tight hug and told her to pack a bag after I kissed her cheek where her bruise was. Furious, I marched over to the couch that Abe fell asleep on and pushed him off the couch,"what the hell!" 

"You hit my daughter!" 

"OUR daughter." 

"No Abe! I grew up with an abusive father and I won't let Grace grow up with the same circumstances of having a monster of a father, and speaking of fathers; my father just died and I'm leaving Abe, Grace is coming with me. I'll send the divorce and custody papers over, as soon as possible."

 A hand came flying toward my cheek and I let out a gasp as I felt the hot stinging aftermath of the slap. I looked up at Abe with a look of shock who has never hit me in all the time of our relationship, his face was beginning to turn tomato red which was something that only happened when he got really angry. I slowly began to back up afraid of what could happen, Grace stood on the top of the stairs all dressed and our suitcases in her hands. Without a warning, Abe lunged toward me and caught be by the throat lightly lifting me, I gasped for air and started thinking for a solution, knowing that I only had very little time before he causes me to pass out. A glare crossed my face and I used one of my hands to throw him back with my telekinesis, Abe hit the wall behind us causing a few picture frames to fall. I instantly fell out of exhaustion and Grace was by my side in a blink of an eye,"are you okay mommy?"

I nodded, my throat too scratchy to talk,"I'm fine, this just needs to pass,"I croaked out, trying to clear my throat. I felt Grace's little hands gingerly touch my throat,"he left a red print mommy."

I gently moved her hand and rested my forehead on hers,"I'll, be okay sweetie; I'm a tough cookie to crack. I'm just relieved that he didn't hurt you more, no child should have to witness or deal with these kind of things." I put on my coat on and wiped the tears that were escaping my eyes, but before Grace and I left the house, I spared one last glance at unconscious Abe and removed my ring slamming it on the table and walked out not looking back.