dirty little secrets

its my fault

Emily's pov:
Michelle wanted to open the studio a little earlier this morning, although I'm not sure why, and for some reason, presley was here early too.

She begged both of us to let her dance in studio A whilst there was no one else here, and reluctantly, Michelle agreed to it, and I did too.

Presley is an amazing dancer, better than most kids her age, and watching her dance again just brings back some old memories.

I remember the first time I met her, she was only young and she was so excited to be here.

I just wish that things could've happened differently.

...

Flashback

Emily's pov:
Today is the first day that michelle and I are signing up dancers for our new studio. We've made sure to get the word out everywhere we can so that someone turns up.

I'm really nervous waiting around for this too happen, I'm currently alone in the office as michelle has gone to get us some drinks from downstairs.

I'm just scrolling through my phone for a moment when suddenly I hear the sound of giggling come from outside.

I furrow my brows in confusion until I see a little girl skip around the corner chuckling to herself.

Then, who I'm assuming is her mother walks around the corner after, and I quickly find myself in shock as I recognise her immediately.

"Presley! Come here!" She shouts over to the young girl skipping around the studio.

"I'm so sorry about h-" she begins as she enters the office, but when she recognises me, she stops and quickly turns around.

"Presley, we're leaving!"

"Let's go!" She raises her voice.

I quickly try to stop her, "Wait! I-is something wrong?"

She rolls her eyes and scoffs, "You. You're the problem."

I begin to feel my eyes fill up with tears. "Me?"

"Yes, you." She replies. "I'll find somewhere else for my daughter to dance." She snarls.

"Please. Wait." I beg.

"I-is that...?" I ask as I watch the little girl get impatient.

The woman gives me a look of disgust, "Yes. It is. Which I why we're leaving."

"Don't go. Please. I promise I won't say a word." I tell her.

She looks at her daughter and then back at me before saying this, "Fine. We'll stay. But if you say one word to her-"

I feel a smile grow on my face as she tells me this. Her and her daughter followed me into the office.

"So how does this sign up thing work?"

"Oh, I uh, I just need a few details and a payment for her first set of classes, and you'll be ready to go." I tell her.

...

I watch as presley jumps around the room, bursting with energy, and seeing her so excited makes me tear up a little.

Knowing that I'm not the one who gets to watch her grow up makes me feel awful.

I'm an awful mother...