My valentines day present to you guys is two updates xx :) :)
Ziva's POV
It's been two years since I left them. I now have a daughter called Aliyah and am a well known dance choreographer. The new studio in DC is going well, but I live in constant fear of them finding me. I don't want them. I don't need them.
"Miss Zizi?" the 6 year old girl that is standing infront of me looks into my eyes. I quickly smile at her and i realise I have been staring into space for a solid 5 minutes.
"Are you alright?" She tugs on my thigh length black dance shorts.
"I'm fine Brooke." I assure the young girl.
"Let's go over the choreography one more time." I nudge her and look at myself in the mirror while watching her dance. My long thick brown hair cascades down to my ribcage. My all black dance outfit consists of a black sports bra, the official Abby Lee apparel hoodie and a pair of tight black shorts that have the consistency of lycra. Brooke finally finishs her solo rehearsal and I then let her leave the studio. My daughter is in the other side of the studio in a ballet class so she learns while I teach. The door suddenly opens to the dance studio as I turn my back to it.
" Forget something Brooke?" I say, walking over to the small space where my iPhone is plugged in charging.
"Not quite." A familiar voice echoes around the dance studio. I drop my phone onto the music speakers in shock and slowly pivot around so I'm facing the door. Them.
