The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

09

Chris's POV

I recorded the horrific beating Dancer got the night before. It was Monday morning, and I was getting up for school. I checked the camera, and didn't see Dancer. I frowned a little, as it was suspicious. I shrugged a little and went on with my day.

School came and went, but Dancer never showed up. I texted her a few times, but she never answered me. It was a little shocking, to me, that she wouldn't respond. I started to call her when Christian walked up to me on the street.

"Yo," I nodded at him. His face was different. He had a slight look of disgust on his face. I frowned and walked into the alley by the school.

"What's wrong with you, Christian?" I asked and tilted my head to the side.

"He knows it was us." I stepped back from him and confusion flushed my face.

"What? How? I covered everything." I spoke calmly.

"Somebody ratted us out man. They got--they got Boomer in my face man. Popped him in the head, bruh. I-I don't wanna die Chris. This ain't the life I was tryna live, running from the PX niggas." Christian panted his words out to me and I rubbed my face. Only five people who knew about what we were doing. Me, Christian, Boomer, Fluffy, and Kyle.

"Okay, look, go home. I'm going to go get Kyle and Fluffy. Dancer didn't show up to school today and she won't answer her phone. I don't know what to think. I kind of hate that I ever got involved at this point, since my nigga's dead. I have to interrogate everybody to see who did it. Go home, Christian. Don't stop to look at anybody and don't take your normal route home. I'll meet you there."

We parted ways and I came back to the house with Kyle and Fluffy. We walked to the room and I slammed the door.

"Which one of y'all told somebody that we were goin' in that house?" I asked sternly.

Kyle shook his head, "I didn't tell anybody. I kept it clean."

His face was sincere, but, you can never tell when someone is lying. I looked at Fluffy and he smiled.

"I ain't tell nobody, nigga. I-I swear I ain't tell nobody. Where is Boomer?"

"DEAD! Because one of you dumb niggas told somebody what we was doing!" I rose my voice a little as I spoke.

"He-He's dead?" Fluffy dropped his head and rubbed his hair.

"Who did you tell Fluffy?" I stared at him and he wouldn't look me in my eyes.

"I told my girl before we left..." he trailed off.

"And what is yo girl's name?" Christian sat up on the bed and I knew his temper was rising.

"T-Tyler..."

"You told her!? Of all fucking people Fluff you know she don't like Dancer worth shit!" Kyle's voice echoed in the room. Christian and Kyle had a yelling match with Fluffy and I sat quietly, staring out of the window.

He looked up at me and uttered softly, "Chris, man...say something."

"But you gotta figure it out and if it goes south, you gotta take the hit from them PX niggas. You hear?" I mocked the words he said the night we were at the diner.

He sucked in air and I smirked. Christian sucked his teeth and spoke.

"It went south because of you and yo big ass mouth right? My nigga is dead because of you, RIGHT NIGGA? SO YOU TAKE YO ASS OUT THERE AND TELL THEM PX NIGGAS IT WAS YOU!" Christian dropped his voice to a whisper, "so go take that hit, you hear?" I opened the door and Fluffy stood up.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't---," he mumbled before I cut him off.

"Yeah, you are. And because of that, Dancer is missing. Now, go."

He walked out of the room and I rubbed my head.

"FUCK, MAN!" I yelled, causing Christian and Kyle to jump.

"We'll find her. I promise." Kyle spoke.

I hope so....

Dancer's POV

I sat in a cold room with a satin bag over my head. My head was hurting and I couldn't breathe.

I groaned a little and I heard someone move behind me. My eye was swollen, barely opened, as I tried to pick my head up.

"She's awake," a familiar voice danced in my ears.

The bag was snatched from my head and I looked up to find my father. I dropped my head back down and moved my hands. I was stuck. My arms and legs were bounded with chicken wire, so tight, that if I moved too much I would surely kill myself by cutting my vein.

"Who did you have in the house, Michelle?"

I sat quietly and my father chuckled. My head was yanked back with brutal force and I grunted in pain.

"I'm going to ask you again, who did you have in the house?" Again, I didn't bother to answer. I knew he already knew who was in the house. I kept my head low, focusing on my father's feet. He shifted in his shoes and I noticed a trail of blood near his feet.

My eyes shifted to the body of a young man, bleeding from his head. I gasped and I heard a devilish snicker come from behind me.

Tyler walked from behind me and smiled.

"I told you to stay away from Chris, so I told your priceless daddy." I kept my head down as she spoke and she slapped my face.

"Look at me bitch." I looked up at her and she laughed once more before sitting down across from me. I noticed a small box with wires running from it sitting next to her. I was in an electric chair. My heart sank to my feet and Tyler laughed again.

"You're scared now aren't you" she muttered between her lips.

I nodded slowly and the room fell silent.

A bolt of electric currents shot through my skin and I screamed in pain. No one could hear me, and nobody cared. I'm going to die tonight...