The Secret Dancing Life

The Secret Dancing Life -- The End --

Today was the day that I would testify against my father. Today was when he would be put behind bars once and for all, and I was excited. I was currently living with Lola, and I was happy. It felt strange being happy, and I was still adjusting. It had been a week, and already I was going to court to send my wretched farther down. So much had happened in a week. I had moved in with Lola as she had a spare room, and I didn't fancy going into care. The social workers had agreed for me to live with her, and we were now in the process of her adopting me. Megan had been there for me the whole time and by my side. I don't know what I would have done without her. School was a lot easier as no one ever said one bad thing to me. They all knew what had happened and understood. They all started to like me, but I still had some people who wanted to use me for fame. I was still dancing for the stars and loving it more than ever, as I no longer had to hide. I had never felt so free and alive. Rihanna found out about the whole thing and understood everything. She was even going to testify against my father as she had seen some of the bruises. She was a witness. I carried on with the rehearsals for the tour with Rihanna even though she protested and said that I needed to sort things out. I didn't want to, as the show was too close, and we needed all the practice we could get.

I was sitting in the courtroom, waiting for the trial to start. I was grinning ear to ear as I couldn't wait. The jury was ready and waiting, and Lola sat beside me for support. Megan was in the audience as she had to give evidence and statements. Her mom was there for support, and I turned to look at them. She gave me a reassuring smile, and I smiled back. I knew that everything was going to be okay. I then turned back as the trial was about to start. The judge came in, and we all stood as she came in. She sat, and so did we. I heard the door open and saw my father walking through the door. I hadn't seen him in the week, and he looked haggard. He looked like he had aged ten years in a week, and I was shocked. He seemed to sense my stare and turned to look at me. He locked eyes with me momentarily and then turned away in disgust. He still blamed me for everything. I refused to be responsible. He sat down, and a few police officers stood guarding him. The trial then began. I had to give my story, and I found it more challenging to tell as it was in a room full of strangers. I let a few tears go as I explained about my mother and a few of the horrid beatings that I had suffered. I stayed strong and made myself tell the story. Once I had finished, I was allowed to leave the stand. I got down, and Lola stood up, waiting for me. I went to her and hugged her; we then sat down and waited for Meg to tell her side. I felt sorry for her as she looked helpless there. She told her side of how she has been there for me and supported me when I needed help and how she tried to get me to get some help. She looked at me and smiled a few times, and I smiled back. She was the most amazing friend that I could have ever asked for. She was amazing. It was then his turn. My father sat on the stand, looking pleased with himself. Lawyers asked him questions, and he answered honestly. He didn't care about what he had done and even said that he wasn't sorry and that I deserved it. I was disgusted, and by the look of the jury, so were they.

We sat in that courtroom for about three hours, and I was glad when we went for a break so the jury could decide on the vote. I exited the room as fast as possible and went outside to breathe. Once outside, I allowed myself to breathe and not think about what he was saying. He cut me deep, and I hoped that he got life for this, and I hoped that he wouldn't be out for a long time. Lola followed me out and hugged me. We said nothing, knowing that there was nothing to say. She held me, and I let a few tears go. I knew that it was stupid, but I couldn't help it. It hurt that he wasn't even sorry.

All too soon, we had to go back into the courtroom for the verdict. I looked at the jury nervously, and they gave nothing away. I sat down, and my friend was brought back into the room. He sat down in his seat, and the judge announced that the jury had come to a verdict. One of the jury members stood up and faced the judge.
"We have reached a verdict, your honour." The judge nodded, and the jury member took a deep breath.
"We have come to a vote that he is guilty of abuse to his child." I couldn't believe it. We had won. He was going down for a long time. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him being led away. I was glad I wouldn't have to see him for a long time. I jumped up and hugged Lola. I could now leave my old life and live my new life with Lola.

A year has passed, and everything from my past feels like it happened a lifetime ago. I had a new life, and I was happy. I was living with Lola, and I was currently attending the Academy of Dance. I studied all the dances, and I took the courses. I was still dancing for the stars, and I was loving it. The Rihanna tour was a huge success and impressive. We met Barbie backstage, and she was nice to me. She said that she was sorry and that I had forgiven her. I graduated, and I had met some new friends. I still was best mates with Meg, and we had to Skype once a week as she went to Australia to study, and I missed her like crazy. I have now got a boyfriend who loves me for me and understands everything about me. Life was bliss. I was still dancing for music artists on the side and hoping to open my academy of dance and teach people to dance. Lola still supported me and was still my instructor. Her business took off when I revealed my secret; now, so many people want to be taught by her. Everything is great. I had a letter in the post today, and it looked important. I opened it in the kitchen, and Lola made me some coffee. I read the letter and just stared at the page. It was from the prison where my father was. My father had committed suicide as he didn't want to go on anymore. There was a note left saying that it was my fault why he did this. Lola came and read the letter and gasped. I looked at her and smiled. It didn't matter. I didn't care; I was free, and he couldn't do anything to me. I felt nothing. I picked up the letter and put it in the bin. I turned and looked at Lola."You are okay?" She asked quietly, and I smiled."Yeah. He can't hurt me anymore." I then went on about my happy and free life.