"Harder Jackson! You must work harder!"
He hasn't been brave enough to face his father. So here he is, again living someone else's dream. His father couldn't dance, so he put the pression onto his son, now forced to work hard on something he hates.
"More emotion! Where the hell is your emotion? You will get nowhere if you do it like that!" His father yells angrily.
Jackson snaps.
"I had enough father. I need some air." He mutters groggily while turning the player off and grabbing his coat.
"Where do you think you're going? You won't leave until you dance perfect you hear me?" He orders and Jackson laughs. "I said I am exhausted. Now let me do what I want goddammit!" He yells and his cheek suddenly stings.
He holds his cheek and feels the bruise about to form while leaving his own hell.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
