His Ballerina [on hold until further notice]

Chapter Five

"You're failing all of your subjects?!"

These were the first words my step-mother, Andy, had spoken to me in over five-weeks as I stepped past the treshold and into the house.

I smirked to myself. "Why hello to you too, Andy. It's lovely to see you too. Yes, I've missed you as much as you've missed me." I said sarcastically, carrying on my own personal conversation with Andy.

A hint of a smile played at her lips and she shook her head. "Yes, hello dear, I've missed you. Now, you're failing all of your subjects?!" She demanded. Well, this woman really didn't beat around the bush.

"I'm pretty sure mom told you guys this..." I trailed off shaking my head at her behaviour, it was endearing really, I loved that she treated me like her own, but it could become a little suffocating at times, she wanted the best for us all.

Andy waved it away instantly. "She did and I really don't know how calm she can be about it!" she yelled shaking her head.

I laughed. "Andy, it's fine really. I've got myself a tutor, so don't panic! It's just there is a lot of pressure on my life right now, with Chanel in hospital and the recital, it's exhausting." I told her.

Andy pursed her lips, her green eyes softening at my statement. She walked towards me and enveloped me in one of her tight motherly hugs that warmed my insides. She was a great step-mom and I couldn't ask for a better woman for my dad. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mom with all my heart, it's just I don't really see her often and when I do, well let's just say my mom isn't really a touchy-feely person, or she isn't with me, I didn't really mind though.

"It'll get better, honey, I promise." She murmured into my hair, stroking my back softly.

I nodded into her shoulder and squeezed her one last time before releasing her. "Is dad home?" I asked.

She nodded and rolled her eyes. "Yes, he's watching TV." She grumbled.

I chuckled at her and wondered what on earth he had on TV today, I was always amused by what he watched, he was like a teenage girl most of the time. I honestly think there is more girl in him than there is in me, and that seriously concerns me at the best of times.

I skipped into the living room and my eyes instantly landed on the dark-haired man on the edge of his seat, his pale blue eyes glued to the flat screen TV. "Oh my God, no! Why would you do that Elena?! Why would you do that to poor Stefan?!" he suddenly yelled, hands against his lips in horror.

I raised an eyebrow in amusement and looked towards the screen. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I noticed he was watching Vampire Diaries.

His eyes snapped from the screen and met mine. A large grin cracked on his face and he jumped off the couch, forgetting about his episode and pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, Boo! I've missed you so much!" he cried.

I laughed and hugged him close to me. "I've missed you too, dad." I told him, clinging onto him tightly.

If I'm honest with you, growing up I was a complete and utter daddy's girl, I was always closer to my dad, I told him everything and he was usually the one to take me everywhere. This might have actually been the cause to why my mom isn't such a touchy-feely person because I never went to her for anything other than when I started my period and I had no idea what the hell was happening to me (honestly, I thought I was bleeding to death and I only had so long to live, clearly, I was wrong).

However when I turned eleven, two years after my mom had Chanel, which was also around the time my mom and dad got a divorce, I fell out big time with my dad and I don't think we talked for over a year and a half. I hated him with everything inside me, but eventually that subsided and I'd come to terms with what he had done.