I quietly walked into the loft, closing the door ever so quietly. It was 2am and I had no clue if my parents were home, or awake or asleep. I stepped over to the counter where I saw a small piece of paper with messy handwriting.
Brinley,
me and your father went out to celebrate with friends for the night, wont be back til morning. Your father said be at your dance studio bright and early, 8am. Get there an hour before to warm up. -Mom
I walked up the stairs quietly, going into my bedroom and changing into leggings and an oversized shirt. I looked at my phone to see I had no messages, it didnt phase me honestly.
I walked over to the bathroom and turned on some classical music, letting it softly play as I sat directly infront of the toilet while the images of the beautifully perfect girls flashed into my head.
I leaned over the white edge of the toilet and brought my hands up to reach its familiar spot in my throat and discarded anything Ashton had made me eat. I continued until I was coughing up too much blood, knowing everything was out of my system. I stood up, flushing the toilet and began brushing my teeth thoroughly and pulled my hair into a messy bun afterwards.
I shut the music off and trugged to my bedroom and fell onto the bed, submerging myself underneath the covers into a silent sleep.
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I woke up to my alarm, it ringing 6am. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was so tired and I didnt want to wear tights today.
I slipped off my leggings and pulled on a pair of white Nike pro shorts with an electric blue sports bra, throwing on my striped jumper with a pair of sweatpants. Pushing my bare feet into my vans, I grabbed a bag and put spare clothes into it and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, leaving after and going to get my phone and bag, walking downstairs.
I left the loft, locking the door behind me and waled out the building, calling a taxi to bring me to the studio. I looked out the window, seeing as the sun has yet to arrive and the streets were busy but not as much. I unlocked my phone, texting my mother that I was on the way to the studio to warm up/practice before my father got there.
I knew she would not be awake yet so I didnt expect a reply.
Pulling up to the building, I payed the man and got out, going straight inside and up the elevator to the top floor, going to the double doors that are my private sanctuary. Yet I still wanted to be in my old small, cozy dance room that had no windows for the outside world to look into the emotions I put into my moves. I didnt want them to figure out my story through the pain inflicted into my movements or facials.
I entered the room, placing my bag down and going over to the music dock to place my phone in it to begin warm up stretches. Right when I placed my phone in the dock I felt a hand on my neck, I tensed up.
"Now Brinley, darling, I believe we have some things to discuss.." my father spat, tightening his grip on the back portion of my neck. His grip yanked me back onto the floor, my black slamming own onto the wooden floor boards. I groaned loudly as all the air escaped from my body.
His hand moved to the base of my throat, pressing down slightly to stop a bit of air flow. "Is that boy the person you went to stay with in Seattle?" he growled. I needed to protect Ashton and I wasnt going to let my father harm him in any way. "No" I choked out with the ability I had left.
I felt his hand press down a bit harder, causing my air to cease more. "DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME IN MY FACE!" he yelled, his face becoming red and his hand shaking against my neck.
"I.. Not" I tried saying as little words as possible but that didnt stop him from yanking me up by my throat, his fingers digging into the sides of my airway and throwing me into the glass mirror, shattering a piece of it, causing it to fall to the floor.
"DO YOU THINK IM STUPID BRINLEY." my father yelled as his palm connected with my cheek and my head to the now broken mirror, cutting into my cheek slightly. "I never said that." I spoke hoarsely.
"Im NO idiot, and I wasnt stupid enough to know that, that boy was not in the bathroom but your room." he growled, strangling me against the broken mirror. I gripped his wrists, trying to pry them away from my throat but it caused him to only close my airway more.
"S..Stop!" I croaked, kneeing his stomach letting the release of air to take the chance and run to the other side of the room where chairs lied. I took one of the chairs in front of me as my father took footsteps closer to me.
"I got you where you are today, and this is how you repay me? By sleeping around like a pitiful whore!" he yelled, if you could see it, you would see steam puffing from his ears about now like in cartoons.
My throat ached to a point where I knew I shouldnt try to fight him on this. As he lunged toward me, I threw the chair forward only to cause him to push it away and forcefully grab my throat once more as he forcefully pushed me against the glass window.
"Do NOT test me Brinley, because of your betrayal I will not hesitate to throw your ass off this building." he growled, as his fingers deepened into the creases and crevices of my throat and I felt like he was damaging my wind pipe.
I could literally feel the crushing damage he was causing to it.
"You better pray that I dont catch you with that boy again, because if I do, I will strangle you infront of him." he told me, cutting off all oxygen I had for a good 15 seconds before throwing me to the ground and leaving the glassed room.
That's why my mother wanted me to come earlier, because my father wante to give me my punishment. I tried breathing but it was hard, and I knew something in my windpipe was damaged because every intake of a small breath hurt. I lied on my back, allowing the tears to escape the corners of my eyes and fall, as I now knew how my father felt about me.
He practically wanted me dead.
