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.𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫. ( ᵖᵃʳᵗ 1 )

* Loud bang *
" You will not come out of this room unless we want you to " your parents locked the door from their side and leaving you in loud tears all alone without even giving you lunch for the day.
Crying in embarrassment with a pint of hatred towards your parents you fell onto your bed burying your face in your pillow trying to suppressing all the pain you got from seeing your parents being toxic and ready to abandon you like you never ever meant anything to them and behaving like you were caught in a murder just by knowing that the dance class they thought you were going wasn't a normal hip hop dance class but it was a duet and sensual dance form of Bachata.
Everything was fine until one day after practice your teacher accidentally leaked a practice clip on his social media and your parents were also connected with it. He had some drink and forgot about the only condition you had before learning this dance that was he will never reveal any of your videos in social media.

Your mother saw the clip while scrolling and created a whole lot of unnecessary drama out of it. She started panicking and slapped you before calling your dad and telling him to come home.
You knew that you should have told them but this wasn't the right moment and more than that your parents were mad about the type of dance you did all this time. They just don't understand that it's just another form of art.
Your teacher tried to contact your parents multiple times but they won't pick up his phone either, scared that he might prove his points about the dancing right and your parents will have to loose the argument to you. They loved you but all they ever wanted from you was good grades and start earning soon without the society judging you for what you do. You always gave them the grades they wanted still never satisfied. They would always blame your passion for dance and your classes for even the slightest drop in your grades.
It was always very embarassing for you to skip your dance classes just for some minor exams. Everybody always judged you for your parents'toxicity only your teacher believed your talent and knew your hardships while leaving your house for the classes.
Your dance class was a escape from your reality and you loved being there.

* Knock, knock *
" Food for you " - your maid knocked the door.

You were hungry and ' why be mad at food ' type of person so you still crying gave yourself a little talk " let it slide this time, of they still won't allow then I'll leave food " you couldn't control a little giggle through your tears escaping your lips.
You opened the door and were about to take the plate in although it was very late for it to be called as your lunch, you heard footsteps approaching your door and a old and wrinkly hand snatched the plate away from maid's hands.
" Grandma, you will hurt her hand " you yelled at her.
" Oh, so you care about this maid, I PAY HER " your grandmother replied in a low voice shaming you and your househelp. She had a different theory about you saying that your teacher manipulated for such dancing trying to take advantage of you, which now gave birth to another suspicion your parents had on you.

Your mom and dad came storming towards your room hearing you yelling at your grandmother and were about to slap you once again. You closed your eyes shut but nothing happened and as you open your eyes your grandma was holding his hand back telling him he should not raise hand his daughter. And your mom started calling you a disgrace for yelling at Grandma after doing all this and still she was defending you.