❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
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𝙾 𝙽 𝙴
"A FRESH START IS A GOOD THING." That is the sentence my mother tells me as I hold a cold hand to my swollen cheek. Tears stain my cheeks and I look out of the car window. "Where are we going?" I ask her and my parents glance at each other. "Forks, in Washington State."
My eyes widen and I slightly gasp. "Why are we leaving Chicago?" My question is left unanswered and my father pulls up to the airport. "I've already called the local school, you've been accepted." That's not what I care about.
"Is there a ballet company there I can audition for?" My voice shakes and I stare down at my wobbling hands. Father opens the car door and gets out, leaving just me and my mother. "No." She says and my eyes widen again. "I thought that this was what you wanted." I look up at her.
"For me to be the prima. And I am," My father opens the boot of the car. "You're the youngest prima in the world, isn't that enough?" She asks me before opening her door. "But this is the one role that I've wanted." My voice wavers and I open my own door. "You've been Swan Queen. Isn't that enough for you?" She turns me into the villain and fresh tears stain my eyelashes.
"You are the one who wanted me to be Gizelle!" I yell out and am met with another pain in my cheek. "How dare you speak to me like that." My mother hisses out and I look at her through my curly hair that covers my face.
"I've got a dorm in the company. I'm on a full scholarship. You won't have to pay for anything, so please, please don't make me leave." I beg with a calm voice and my father forces my suitcase into my hands. "No." He says and walks away.
"Why not? I'll get a job. You won't need to spend anything on me." I call out but he keeps walking. "Tallulah, you are coming with us. End of discussion." Father turns around, his face red in rage. "You don't need me to come with you, I can look after myself." I tell him and he reaches for my wrist.
"You are coming." He says and drags me with him. Mother forces my suitcase into my hands and salty tears stain my cheeks. He finally lets go of my wrist and I wipe my eyes. "You will get on that plane and forget about Chicago." He tells me and I nod, rubbing my sore wrist. "Of course father." I say to him and we enter the airport.
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My mothers arms shake me awake and I open my eyes. "We've landed." Is all she says and I yawn, sitting up. My head throbs and my cheeks feel tight from the dried tears. I stand up from the seat and follow my parents out of the plane.
We all wait in silence as the suitcases spiral around us on a conveyor belt. I see my red one and take it, holding it on the floor. "Are you both ready?" My father asks and I inhale deeply, before nodding. I drag my red suitcase behind me and follow my parents out of the airport.
Raindrops drip down from the sky and fall down our bodies. A car waits there for us and the driver opens the boot. I put my suitcase inside it before going into the back seat. My mother opens the door beside me and slots herself in. Father sits beside the driver and we all stay silent, listening to the hammering rain.
The driver turns on the heating and I'm greated by the hot air. I straighten my back and turn my head to look at the trees which fly past us. The car slowly comes to a stop and I turn to my father. "We're here." He says and opens the door after tipping the driver.
I push open the door and rain washes over my body. I grab my suitcase from the boot and rush to the entrance of the house. My mother follows along swiftly and my father unlocks the door. The house is open with grey's and whites littering the walls.
"So what do you think?" My father asks me and we step inside. "It's nice." I tell him, scanning my eyes over the modern interior. "Go unpack your suitcase." He tells me. "Which room is mine?" I ask him. "The one at the back of the house." I nod and drag my suitcase behind me, following his direction towards my room.
I walk up to a wooden door and open it, revealing a warmly lit room and a large window overlooking the forest. The bed is centred with a large grey fluffy rug underneath. I go over and put my suitcase on the floor opposite. I open it and start to hang my clothes and store them in the closet.
My phone rings in my pocket and I grab it. Unfolding the flip phone. Eleanor Carter. Flashes onto the screen and a flicker of worry goes onto my face. I answer the call and hold the phone onto my ear. "Where are you?" She asks me and I sigh.
"We moved. Last night. I'm in Forks, Washington." Eleanor gasps slightly. "Washington? How can this be?" She asks and I feel my heart rise in my throat. "I don't know. I asked if I could stay. Believe me, I tried to stay in Chicago. But you know my parents, they wouldn't let me."
"How about this weekend? Do you think you could catch a flight? The company will pay for it ourselves." I sigh, and shake my head. "I can't make you do that." I tell her. "Listen Tallulah, you have the most potential I have ever seen. You are the best dancer in our company."
"Look, the show is in June. If you come to practice on the weekends. I know you will pick it up just fine. You know the dances, it's just the Pas de deux we have to work on." She tells me. "I'll have to check with my parents." I say to her and she sighs. "Of course, but text me your address. For the car to pick you up." Her voice starts to glitch and the rain worsens outside.
"I'll have to call you back." I tell her and hang up the phone. My door opens and my father walks in. "Who was that?" He asks me and I put my phone into my pocket. "Miss Carter, from the company." He steps closer to me and I feel my heart pound in my chest.
"Never call her again. You are never going back to that stupid company." I hide my phone in my hands. "What about on the weekends? She said I could go then." He shakes his head, breathing heavily. I'm not going to let him hurt me again. "You are not going back to Chicago!" He yells out with his arm raising and it knocks me to the floor.
Red blinds my vision, like a puff of smoke. I grip onto the floor, shaking, panting. I look up with teary eyes and see that my father has been knocked away, out of my room. Red wisps float around my fingers and linger on my father's body. He pushes himself from the floor, barging towards me.
Terror rises in my body. "Tallulah!" He screams out and the red energy shuts the door, locking it. He barges at it, trying to break it down and I hold my hands out infront of me, in between my legs, staring at the red floating around my fingers.
