Tortured love ~ a Trevor Moran fanfiction

Chapter 13

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I woke up when I heard the door to the room open. Propping myself up on my elbows, I see several of the nurses standing by the wall across from me, each holding a balloon.

"Do you know what day it is Rose?"

A nurse with dark brown hair, and pale skin asked.

"Saturday?" I guessed

"No, it's your release day, you get to go home!" She responded with.

I get to go home. Finally.

"When?!?"

"As soon as you are packed up and the boys are here to pick you up." During my stay here, the nurses had taken a liking to the boys. Probably because of the countless jokes and pranks, and the constant supply of candy and Arizona to anybody who wants some. Those boys are crazy.

The nurses began to file out one by one, most after they gave me a hug, made me promise to stay on track, and one old lady did give me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. She reminds me of my grandma.

When they were all finally out of the room I ran to the closets and grabbed the suitcase Trevor had left there in case I was released earlier. I didn't really pay attention to how neatly I was shoving the clothes in the bag, I just took the clothes and threw them in, along with my hairbrush, makeup, sketchbook, and dance shoes. I then grabbed my iPhone, and yes I said iPhone!!! the boys have it to me for a late birthday present. And dialed my favorite number in the world.

He picked up on the first ring.

"Rose? What's up"

"Oh nothing really, just waiting for a certain Moran with blue eyes to pick me up."

"Ok, Blake will be there in 10 minutes."

"That's not what I meant Trev." I said, rolling my eyes, then I remembered he can't see me. mental face palm.

"I know, the boys and I just left, be ready in 15?"

"Ok, I just need to find a few things, I'll be ready."

"Ok, bye Rose." I swear every time he says my name I get the chills.

"Bye."

The call ended and I instantly changed into spandex and a sports bra, and threw a big sweater over it. I grabbed my bag and ran to the dance studio. When I arrived it was empty, I flipped on half of the lights, it calms me when it's darker. I took off my socks and slipped on my shoes I use for lyrical. I threw the sweater on the ground so it was against the wall.

I chose my song carefully, something slow, with a lot of emotion (btw she's dancing to the song to build a home by cinematic orchestra). When the song started I let myself loose control, drowning out the surrounding, focusing on one thing, the music and the movements. feeling the words with every motion, paying attention to the details. A small twist of the hand, making sure my feet were pointed, then flexed at the right time. Releasing my head back on the leaps, and pulling my leg up all the way on the scorpion. Every second of the dance was dripping with passion. Down to the last movement, stretching my hands towards the reflection in the mirror, as if I was reaching for something I could not grasp, and finally exhaling as if I had given up, and in a way I had. I give up on trying to be the perfect, beautiful girl I had strived for just months ago. And now I'm free.