The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

02

Dancer's POV

Chris just made this ten times worse for me. My dad heard him calling after me. I sighed as I stepped into the house. My father slammed the door behind me causing me to jump.

"I told you we had a client tonight at 6:00 and it's 6:30 and you're just getting here?" He scolded me. I looked up at him and pulled at my sleeve.

"I'm sorry Daddy, the bus was l-late and I got here as fast as I could. I'm sorry." I spoke quietly. He chuckled and rubbed his chin causing me to flinch. I thought he was about to smack me.

"He's upstairs waiting in the guest room for you. Hurry up and change," he said to me. I walked up the stairs at the slowest pace I could. My father was a great lawyer, he was able to convince anyone of someone else's innocence. I stepped once more before a blow came across my head. I collapsed on the floor as my father stood over me.

"I just told you that you were late! Hurry up!" he yelled causing me to scramble to my feet. I got to the top of the stairs and travelled to my room. I rubbed the back of my now throbbing head and winced.

Sitting on my bed, I removed my layers of clothes and got into the shower. The shower was about five minutes and wrapped my towel around my body. I sighed as I went into the closet and changed into my uniform and chewed my lip. I touched my side, that was covered in bruises and sighed. I walked out of my bedroom with my robe on and stepped into the guest room. A man, in his mid-thirties, sat on the bed and smiled.

"You look great, Michelle" I swallowed and closed the door behind me. After I locked the door, he stood up and came over to me. I made sure to keep my eyes away from him as he peeled the robe off of me.

"Thirty minutes..." I mumbled softly. He nodded and stepped out of the way. I sighed deeply and got on the bed. His smile was sickening and my throat began to ache.

"How old are you, again?" He asked me as he removed his clothes.

"I'm sixteen.." I mumbled.

"What did you say to me?" He barked.

I cleared my throat before I spoke again, "I'm-I'm sixteen, m-master..." he chuckled before touching my stomach.

I layed on my back and he had his way...

Chris's POV

I sat on my bed and waited for Dancer to text me. I had just finished my homework and walked around the house quietly. Unlike Dancer, I lived in a normal sized home, along with four other kids. I just moved into this foster home and it was kind of crazy. I got along with everyone fine except for one guy, his name is Christian. He's from New Orleans and has an attitude about everything Lucky enough for me, I have to share a room with the guy.

"Wassup, bruh" he spoke as he walked into the room. I simply nodded and he sat on his bed.

"How you like the 44? It's cool?" I nodded again and he sucked his teeth. "Man say some shit. What happened today? You meet a girl?" I nodded again and told him her name.

"Oh nah! Parks' kid? Yo her daddy got hella money! He floatin on stacks and stacks of bread, fam."

"I noticed when I went to her house today. Golden Gates." I spoke.

"Damn nigga you got to her crib and didn't hit it?" He laughed.

"It's not like that with her. She's different, something is up with her though. She keeps saying that friends are just distractions"

He laughed and shrugged, "I wouldn't mess with her. Her pops somethin' serious young blood."

"Young blood? Nigga, we the same age!" I laughed. He laughed with me before he got up again.