Ballet And Trouble

Chapter 3

AMBER POV

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After hours and thousands of blabbering from her parents in the car, Amber was finally home, where it was all so nostalgic, wholesome. The walls were painted baby blue and black, pillars circled around the entrance of the house, couches placed on the middle, with a TV set Infront of it, paintings and decorations surrounded her.

Each time she entered her house, she'd always feel... Hopeful, fuzzy and warm inside. But today... After an unusual beating and longer and brutal than before, she couldn't help but feel as if she wasn't ever safe in anywhere at all.

Then, she couldn't help but think, most of the blabbers weren't even about her, it was about her sister. She should have been used to this, too, but each time they included her sister in their conversation, Amber couldn't help but feel hurt, overwhelmed.

All they think is about her the most Amber would think, feeling her heart be devoured by the massive hole that's created in the middle of her chest.

But, it was right for them to think of her sister, Delia's the greatest, she's beautiful, voices like an angel, eyes clear as diamonds, and pure blonde. She was everything that Amber wasn't.

And... Kind too, Amber hated the fact that she would think of these thoughts about her nice sister. She hated it... so much, she hated herself for thinking it, even.

Every single day was just her being overwhelmed by the presence of her family, and everyone and how small she felt compared to every single human.

And the only thing she was good at was ballet and that... Was already stupid enough.

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"Welcome home, Berry." Delia greeted sweetly, eyes beaming beautifully, her gloved hand gripped around a tray where cookies were lined up perfectly, though as soon as Delia turned to look at Amber, the tray of cookies were hurriedly placed at the table and Delia hurried to Ambers side.

"W- what had happened? Your face, your arm, your legs! Is this the ballet lessons again?" Usually, when Amber came back, she was always back in midnight, and her excuses were always: Ballet lessons. When in truth, it wasn't, she was locked in the gym for hours till evening. And usually, the bruises were always excused as normal, as Amber told them.

But Delia had always been suspicious of such bruises, they were... Different, not the kind that'll come from ballet but she always had no choice to believe as Amber wouldn't give another option to not.

"Those insufferable kids in school beaten her to a pulp! By the nurses words, I think she was found lifeless on the ground with another boy!" Her mother cried dramatically, the back of her hand pressed onto her forehead.

"That boy must've tried getting pity and so fainted the same time amber fainted after beating her! How crazy is that!?" Her mother yelled in anger, the heels of her palms pressed onto her eyelids. "Now she can't ever go back to the ballet lessons from how injured she is!" Her father cried.

Amber slightly jumped at the mention of Niko, biting her lower lip and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her face lowered down to the ground. She wanted to speak but each time she did, she always felt their eyes on her, condescending, suspicious, judging.

It scared her so much.

Delia who had not paid attention to any word her parents had said only became even worried over her sisters expression, "Berry, what's wrong?" Delia asked, caressing her soft fingers onto Ambers cheek.

"..." Amber's eyes stayed close, shut roughly, her shoulders shook in girth. The presence of her mother's and father's were strong, how could she ever speak against them? With all of these people around her, bigger, smarter, scarier.