The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

10

Chris's POV

It's been four days since we've last seen Dancer. I've called her phone countless times, rode past her house, stalked the dance studio, and she never answered or showed up. My mind was racing. Was she still alive? Was she hurt? Did he murder her because of what I did? Whatever was going on, I was the cause of it and I couldn't help but to feel as if it was my fault. I ran my fingers through my curls and checked the cameras around the house. I watched the footage countless times and I never saw her leave the room. One second she's there and the next she's not.

"CHRIS?" Christian yelled.

"What? Huh?" I looked up at him and he shook his head.

"I think we should file a missing person's report. It's been longer than 48 hours." I nodded a bit and smiled.

"That's the best idea I've heard all day." I said as I stood up from the desk. "Let's go."

Christian and I picked up Kyle before heading to the police station. I was sure to bring the footage of Dancer's beating with us for evidence. Hopefully, we won't get arrested for breaking and entering. Well...Hopefully we won't die for exposing him.

"How may I help you boys?" the officer spoke.

"We want to file a missing person's report for our friend. We haven't seen or heard from her in four days and her father is abusive." Kyle talked intelligently to the officer.

"Okay, come to my office."

We followed behind him and I played with the fingerless gloves I had on and twirled the flash drive in my fingers.

"What's her name?"

"Michelle. Michelle Parks." I spoke quickly.

"Michael Kenneth Parks' daughter?" he questioned me.

I nodded and he rubbed his face.

"I can't help you"

"WHAT!?" Christian, Kyle, and I both yelled out in confusion.

"We have-We have a deal. I can't get involved with him, right now."

I tapped my foot nervously and kissed my teeth. I threw the flash drive at him.

"Look at that and tell me that you cannot help me again! I will sit in this office until y'all go do something about this!"

He plugged the flash drive in and watched the hour and half long video of Dancer's screams. He cringed and turned the video off.

"Now, tell me. Tell me that you cannot help me find out where that innocent sixteen year old child is man. That's her own daddy, man. If he ain't gon' protect her, then who can? She might be dead, at least let us find her body so we can give her a proper burial or something, my dude."

The officer nodded a little and rubbed his face. He picked up his phone and called units to go to her house. I sighed out in relief.

"Alright. But you're coming with us."

I stood up. "Let's go then." I said fearlessly.

Dancer's POV

I sat in the same chair I had been in all week, barely hanging on to life. It was almost as if my father was doing just enough to keep me alive. There was a puddle of blood at my feet and sweat dripped from my body. It was hot in the basement, but he didn't care. I heard his footsteps behind me but I didn't have the energy to lift my head. He sat in front of me and sighed.

"I hope you have learned your lesson. I hate to do this to you, Michelle. I really do, but you make it so hard."

My breathing was slowing down as he spoke and I couldn't really understand anything he was saying. His voice became a mutter and I began to shut my eyes. A jolt of electricity shot through my body and I gritted my teeth against the gag he had in my mouth. After that, I could feel my heartbeat slowing down, sooner or later, I wasn't breathing...

Chris's POV

We rode in the police car in silence to Dancer's house. I was worried, that we'd find her dead. I rubbed my head in fear and blew when we pulled up to Dancer's house.

"Alright, boys. Let's see what we can find."

We went up to the door and the officer rang the doorbell. A woman came to the door.

"What do you all want?" I stared at her as the officer explained that they had a warrant to search the house and the surrounding land for Dancer. She nodded and smiled and I grew impatient. I pushed through the door and started yelling.

"Dancer! Dancer!!! Are you here!?"

Dancer's POV

My father splashed water onto my face causing me to wake up. I looked at him as best I could.

"You will not die until I say so Michelle" he uttered, "I try to be nice. I try to help you, but you always disob--"

"Dancer!!! Are you here!?" I heard yelling, as did my father. I looked up at the ceiling and my father stared at me.

"Stay here," he mumbled, as if I could move anyway.

He left the room and shut the door behind him.

Chris's POV

I saw her father come out of the room.

"What's going on here?" he questioned. The officers explained the warrant and he smiled at me. A slight chuckle slip his throat.

"She's doing fine. Why would you think she is 'missing'?"

I stepped around him and sucked my teeth. Opening the door he just came out of, I walked into his study. Nobody was in there. I walked around the room and started banging on the wall. I knew he had to have been hiding her somewhere. I kept banging the walls until I heard a metallic sound.

"OVER HERE!" I yelled at the officer.

We moved the bookcase and opened the metal door that was behind it. It lead down to the basement.

"Dancer!? If you can hear me please make some noise! Show me!"

Dancer's POV

I heard Chris's voice.

"If you can hear me, please, MAKE SOME NOISE" I heard loud and clear, however, I could not find the strength to move.

"PLEASE!?" he begged.

I groaned slightly and began rocking the chair back and forth against the ground. The chains that were around my feet started banging the ground.

"I hear you baby girl!!! I hear you!" he shouted from the hallway.

Chris's POV

I busted the door down and saw Dancer chained to the chair.

Panting, I untied her hands and feet. She slowly reached at her mouth, but clearly, she was too weak. I reached and pulled the bloody napkin from her mouth.

"I told you I'd save you.." I spoke softly, and held her face. I picked her limp body up and stepped over Boomer's body. I brought her out to the officers and her father began his rampage....