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ODESSA JACOBS ALWAYS WANTED to be a ballerina. her first memory was in a ballet studio with her obnoxious russian dance teacher. she knew she was talented, that she had a gift the other kids would glare at her for, but she didn't mind. she liked people being jealous of her. after all, she was an angel.
she also didn't mind that it got her special attention from her teacher. she loved her dance instructor, he was a man in his mid-forties named vlad. when odessa was around eight, vlad began to pull her out for special lessons. the lessons did help, after a few months odessa was even further ahead of the other girls in her class than she was before. odessa was a star and vlad treated her like one. when odessa was twelve, vlad got arrested for molesting little kids. odessa didn't like talking about it though. when her father found out, he killed him, in front of her.
odessa's father was driving her home from ballet when he spotted vlad in the dimly lit parking lot of a trader joe's. her father stopped the car and approached him, he punched him. she wanted to scream but nothing came out of her mouth. her father planted one punch after another, until vlad's head was a mix of bone shards and brain matter. she stared at her former instructor, unrecognizable now. when her father realized what he had done, he rushed to driver's seat and speed away.
"daddy-" twelve year old odessa began with tears steaming down her face. she looked down at his bloody knuckles, now clenching the steering wheel.
"don't tell anyone." he told her, frantically, "odessa, baby, you can never tell anyone."
they never talked about it again after that, but they were never close again the way they were before. cal jacobs loved his daughter, although he had his issues and was a major cunt, she knew she was his favorite.
that made her brother, nate, angry. nate was one of odessa's older brothers. she loved nate, he was her favorite person. her oldest brother, aaron, was, for lack of a better word, a loser. he was like their mother, lazy with no work ethic. nate knew what the pressure from her father felt like. he always looked after her. like the time when she was in 4th grade and he was in 5th when he punched one of the guys who was tugging on her ponytail or the time when she was a freshman when one of the guys on the football team smacked her ass. nate put him in the hospital after that one. odessa wasn't an idiot, she knew he had his problems, but she loved him all the same.
"ODESSA!" nate yelled.
odessa walked into his room nonchalantly and as soon as she did so, she wished she didn't, he was standing next to his bed with his phone in his hand.
"did you tell maddy about what happened at mckay's last week?"
she shook her head trying to think of a good excuse, "nate-"
