Burning for her

Chapter 12

Clara

Tw:Blood, violence (I really don't know how trigger warning works hahaha)

I loved to watch her. I loved how free she looked, dancing on the stage alone. Her brows were frowned in concentration. The only bad thing was her trainer always stopping her, correcting her form. She was the only one left there, everyone going home already, only her staying to correct her forms to perfection.

I was hidden in the shadows, sitting in the last row as far from the stage as possible. There was no way anyone could notice me there, since all the lights were on the stage. On her.

I never really liked her coach. Mostly because of the way he looked at her. I tried to argue with the person who hired her to find someone else, but she assured me that he was the best. And I wanted the best for Abigail. She deserved the best. But I started to really hate the whole scene starting to play out in front of me.

His fingers lingered on her body just a few seconds longer than they should have been. If it didn't make her uncomfortable, there wasn't really a reason for me to fucking destroy him. Expect the need I felt inside me to feel his blood coating my hands.

But Abigail did seem uncomfortable. I noticed her glance at his hand when his fingers were still on her waist. I noticed how she shifted away just an inch. I noticed how she took a slight step back when he stepped closer to her.

I pushed myself off my seat, sneaking out without making a sound to get my assistant. "Tell him to meet me in my office as soon as possible." I pointed behind me where the one on one training still went on.

"Got it." He opened the door behind me, rushing in while I went to my office, closing the door behind me.

I was fucking furious. My blood burned my veins as it traveled in my body filling every part of me with rage. I welcomed the feeling inside me.

Only after five minutes a knock was coming from the other side of my closed door. "Come in." I sat behind my desk.

"Did you want to see me?" He popped in, closing the door behind himself.

"More like a need. I wouldn't say want." I didn't want to see him at all, but the rage in me pushed me forward. "I would like to know why most of my dancers seem like they hate you?" Even if Abbie being uncomfortable around him is completely enough for me to destroy him, the fact that others whispered about him was an extra.

"What?" He scoffed, standing in front of my desk. I saw the shock in his eyes, he tried to mask it poorly.

"I think you heard me." My teeth were clenched. The picture of him keeping his hands on Abigail when it was completely unnecessary played in my mind over and over again.

"Look, you don't know anything about dancing. You gave a lot of money for the right people and now you sit here and try to lecture me about dancing."

"Maybe, but I know a lot of things about you." I stepped closer to him, his brown eyes boring into mine. I could see the light color of his cheek, the vein pulsating in his neck rapidly.

"Doubt it." He grinned like he had something over me and not the other way around.

"You really shouldn't." I shook my head. "It doesn't take much digging in your life to know that you are single, living alone, only getting some pussy when you pay for them. Weirdly none of the places you worked for mentioned anything about sexual assault, but girls talk, man. And even if they want to keep a secret, if you ask the right questions they say things. And I ask the best questions." I leaned in, watching as his eyes studied my face.