His Ballerina [on hold until further notice]

Prologue

"Ever, if you don't hurry up, you are going to be late for rehearsals!" my step-dad, Paul, called.

Taking another look in my mirror to make sure my hair was neat; I grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs to meet Paul by the door. He looked over my clothes, making sure I was wearing everything to the standards of the studio, before nodding and motioning for us to go to the car.

"So you have everything you need?" Paul asked cautiously before he started the car to take me to rehearsals.

I smiled at his caution and rolled my eyes. "Yes, Paul, I have everything. Rehearsals last an hour longer than usual tonight due to it being Friday, and I have my overnight bag with everything I need in for tomorrow." I reassured, checking my phone to see if anyone had texted me, unsurprisingly, there was nothing there.

Paul nodded and let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Your mother would kill me if she found out that you forgot something because I rushed you."

"You didn't rush me. Mom rushes me and I never forget anything under her pressure, as surprising as it is." I said, raising my eyebrows.

Paul chuckled. "Well, your mother doesn't like to procrastinate."

I smiled and nodded in agreement. "How's Chanel? I haven't had the chance to visit her yet?" I asked, referring to my little sister who only recently had been admitted into hospital for further medical treatment.

Paul smiled sadly at the thought of his other step-daughter. "She's being very strong. Jackson tries to stay with her as long as possible and tells her how much you're missing her. She misses you a lot, Ever; you know that she looks up to you as a role model."

I looked down into my lap and smiled, blinking back sudden tears. Chanel was my only real sister and she meant the world to me. Don't get me wrong, I loved my half-brothers and sisters, but Chanel was my baby sister and she was my role model as I was hers. She was the strongest nine-year-old girl I'd ever met and she always looked on the bright side of things. Hearing her say that she looked up to me and missed me, squeezed at my heart strings. I hadn't seen her in five weeks because of how hard the studio had been working us and I wasn't allowed one days rest to visit her in hospital, I guess that's what you get for being casted as the main role.

I let out a shaky breath. "Tell her to hang in there and I'll come in to see her tomorrow morning before I go to rehearsals." I said to Paul. He nodded and smiled at me in reply.

Since my parents divorced, they both remarried relatively quickly. My mom and Paul had one kid together, Jackson, but stopped there and my dad, Patrick and his wife, Andy, had two children, a boy and a girl. Rose and Henry. Our family is pretty messed up, but no matter how bad things got, we all had each other and we all loved each other. My parents at least are on speaking terms now after seven years, so I guess that's a good thing.

Chanel and I usually go stay with our dad at the weekend, but because I have rehearsals so often, and Chanel is in hospital, we've had to just talk to him and our siblings on the phone. It's not as good as it is in person, but it's better than nothing, right?

I looked over at Paul, he was a great step-dad and dad, I remember when he found out mom was pregnant, they were both so ecstatic. I was thirteen at the time and it was a lot to take in, with pressure from the studio and both my parents expecting. You see, the same time mom was pregnant with Jackson, Andy was pregnant with Henry. I was just as ecstatic, but it was a lot for me to handle at the time.

Pfft, I thought that was a lot to handle, try five years down the line, constantly being pushed to work harder in the studio and at school and at home. There was only so much I could focus on at a time and the only thing that seemed important to me was home problems and studio work, school wasn't the priority right now, even if I'm in my senior year and it's getting nearer to finals that I will probably fail if I don't start studying.