"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
Love is both a comfort and a prison. Emily finds herself tangled in an affair with Summer, one of her dancers. The connection is thrilling but comes at a cost. H...
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I rush through the crowds with Presley on my hip. I hold onto her tightly, protecting her from everyone around us. I want to make sure that she gets to her mom safe. She's already been hurt today and I'm sure she's going to feel so guilty about what happened to Grace.
I don't blame her though. A lift is a group effort and not one person can be to blame.
"Come on, we're almost there." I reassure her.
She hasn't stopped crying yet.
"I'm scared." She tells me.
I rest my hand on the back of her head "Shh, it's okay. There's nothing to be scared of."
"My face hurts." She then tells me.
"I know, I know."
After some time spent searching for her mother, I find the foyer area and I find that it's much quieter. I open the double doors, walking into the room. And, as soon as I get there, I see her mom at the other end of the room.
She notices us immediately.
"Oh my god, Presley!" She says, panicked.
She rushes over to us, grabbing her off of me and putting her down on the floor.
"A- are you hurt?" She asks her whilst examining her face "What happened to your mouth?!"
"She uhm- she got hit." I explain "When her friend came out of the lift, she caught Presley's face with her foot."
"Oh my god, you look awful!" She overreacts "You poor, little thing! How could this happen to my baby?"
"I'm sure she gonna be okay." I try to reassure her.
"And how would you know that? Are you her doctor? Her face is all messed up thanks to that girl! Maybe if those kids would spend more time in rehearsal instead of doing god knows what then things like this wouldn't happen! Now my little girl is suffering because of someone else's stupid mistake!"
I try to explain "T- that's really not what happened I-."
"No, I don't want to hear excuses!" She raises her voice at me "I know what happened, I saw it with my own eyes. Everyone saw your dancer messing up!"
Tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes.
"I- I'm sorry." I apologise.
She shakes her head "I don't need an apology from you. I'll have you know, I'll be filing a complaint."
Presley gets upset about that "Mom, no!"
"No, Presley! I am! I've had enough of this studio treating you like this!"
"Mom! Please!"
I stand in silence, not able to say or do anything. I have so much that I want to say but I'm too scared to even open my mouth. I would never admit this, but Presley's mom intimidates me. I know that she doesn't like me and it shows in the way she treats me.
