Stolen Memories

10 ~ Special

*⚠️* TW : contains some scenes that some may find disturbing *⚠️*

Cara

11 years earlier

Soléne's ballet school for girls

Monsieur Rapace (Sir Repace), applause echoed through the room. After I had perfected a Tendu, Dègagè and Dèveloppë in a space of an hour of extra private rehearsals after class.

With.

Just.

Me.

And.

Him.

"Well done, Cara" Rapace congratulated me tusking a warm smlie over his lips. "You're ballet has really improved since you first started to attend Soléné's"

I stood against the barre and drank out of my water bottle to regain my hydration. Rapace approached me as his scent of strong aftershave swooshed around the dance studio.

A coy grin found it's way onto my lips. As my begie cheeks became a shade of red. "Oh" I gasped through a slight bag of nerves, putting my water bottle inside of my backpack. "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Rapace" (Thank you, Sir Rapace)

"Ta bienvenue, Cara" (You're welcome, Cara) He beamed running his hand through his thick brown chestnut head of hair.

His emerald green eyes glanced at my brown orbs if I had put him under a spell. My lips tusked upwards in response unable to look him in the eye.

It was a known fact that Monsieur Rapace was quite a Handsome man. He was in his early thirties, single and not married with kids.

He very popular among the females he had encountered at Soléné's. Students, teachers and acquaintances.

And always looked well presented in a two piece dark solid suit.

The sudden look of disappointment emerged on my face, as tears descended below my cheeks.

Rapace filled the gap that we had between us as he delicately used his finger tips to wipe my tears away.

"Hey" He said in a calm tone caressing one side of my face, whlie using his other hand to stroke my arm. "Why the long face?"

Looking up at him I shiffed before swallowing hard. "Just sometimes, Monsieur Rapace it's that I feel like I'm not good enough to be a ballet dancer or anything else in particular"

"And why would you say that about yourself, Cara?"

"Because?" I breathed through a heavily exhale. "That's all my aunt and uncle tell me twenty four seven"

My eyes has returned to it's heavier state, as I withdrew my attention from Monsieur Rapace's intense glance and looked below to the floor.

"That I'm not good enough" Teardrops fell from my eyes, like they were in frantic hailstorm ruining a summer's day. "And I never will be"

Rapace held my trembling pettie body shivering against his muscular frame. "You shouldn't think so   negative of yourself, Cara"

My delicate brown, teary eyes looked up at him as my lips quivered whlie trying to form barley a few words to communicate with my teacher.

"I wish my parents were alive" Rapace soothed as I continued to cry, exploring my back and waistline in an attempt to help calm me down.

And it worked.

He gently cupped my chin and caressed underneath it then in leaned to whisper. "What are you doing on Friday after class?"

With a shrug of my shoulders, through raised eyebrows and a expression of pure curiosity inched in excitement. I replied. "Nothing, Monsieur"

A small euphoric beam circulated on Rapace's face as his hands moved above my shoulders after we pulled apart. "Would you like to have dinner with me at my house?"

"Yes, Monsieur" I nodded my head trying to surpass my smlie that was dying to appear across my lips. "That would be lovely"

Monsieur Rapace's breath hummed against my earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through my body from top to bottom.

Euphoric laughter lingered out of my mouth as Rapace looked into my eyes and grabbed my hand to placed a gentle kiss upon it.

"So is seven o clock ok?" Without a doubt I replied in a gleeful tone on the verge of squealing like a typical schoolgirl who has an unrequited crush on her ballet teacher.

He etched closer to me and smiled as our faces grew nearer and nearer. My back was now pressed against the large wide rear view mirror.

Rapace's sweaty hands were on the mirror, staring down at me ready to lean in for a tender kiss.

But it could happen I nervously ducked under Rapace's arm to gather my backpack, feeling rather flustered. "Seven o clock sounds good, Monsieur"

I viewed his clear disappointment through the mirror in the corner of my eye. As I threw straps of my backpack onto my shoulders.

Rapace's features slightly soften, swiftly turning his back from the mirror. "See you tomorrow, Cara enjoy the rest of your day"

Wandering to the studio's exit, I lifted my feet across the marbled floor for longer as my legs would carry me. But I stopped in my tracks and turned around to gave Monsieur Rapace a genuine grin.

"Thank you, Monsieur. Have a good day Monsieur" Turning on my heels exiting the studio utterly, confused for what just happened, taking a slow and seance walk up to my dormitory.

Rapace looked at me in a way no other boy from Rockwell high has ever looked at me before.

Well apart from Luke, of course. But he was in the past and Rapace was my future.

And I craved more of his attention just from our interactions that I couldn't stop replaying over and over again in my head.

He made me feel like the only girl that he cared for in the world.

Which made my massive crush for him deepened.

A.

Whole.

Lot.

More.

A/N: - This subject matter will be explored in further chapters. I will not be glamourized the idea of grooming a minor in this story because is it plan wrong and overall makes my stomach turn and I  do not condone this type of behaviour involving minors. My heart goes out to anyone whose been a victim of this horrible crime or is currently going through it at at this present time

And I will make sure to do my research so I can write the subject of sexual abuse as best to my ability. Because I have no form of knowledge of it that I draw from myself.

Stay tuned for the next chapter!

Love, Gryffindor ❤️