The video to the side is Caprice's group dance! :D Starts at around 0:40
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"Your bringing me to a dance studio?" I asked slowly. What the hell? I've never danced before in my life.
"You used to dance all the time. In fact you were one of the most talented girls on the team." He told me while searching my face, seeing if I was about to break down.
"Oh." This was the worst part of my memory loss, not remembering the small things that made me who I am.. Who I was. When I arrived back home I remembered the main things, who my dad was, where I lived, my school and a few others. But this was the kind of thing I wanted to remember. I sighed as we made our way into the studio I heard music blasting out. We walked in to the huge hall and leaned against the wall. They were amazing. I noticed Eli looking over at me a couple of times but I ignored him.. I was beginning to understand why I loved it so much. When they were finished the routine a girl walked up to me.
"Hey Caprice, are you ready to re-join?" She asked. My mind blanked at who the hell this girl was. My head pounded as I tried to remember. The headache I got in return was unbearable, I clenched my teeth in aggravation and she raised her eyebrows.
"I'll give you time." She smiled and they started again. Eli lead me back out to the car and I let the tears run down my face.
'Why the hell can't I remember anything?" I screamed .
"Why me? I want my old life back!" This was the most emotion I had expressed in a long time. We drove back home in silence and when we reached the house Eli turned to me.
"Will you let me help you remember during the summer, please?" He asked softly, once again searching my face for a melt-down. I hated the way he treated me like glass.
"Why not?" I muttered as I slammed the door shut.
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The next few days I went to the dance class and finally, I got the nerve to re-join. After a couple of weeks, the team captain, Emma, asked me to do a solo, and I agreed. I worked on it for hours on end. I started re-gaining memories of dance competitions from when I was younger. I joined in on the dance I saw when Eli first brought me here. I started feeling things again, and I was properly excited when Emma told me that we were entering a dance competition.
I practised day after day on my dance solo. I choreographed the whole dance myself, and I felt like a part of me was returning. The dance competition was two weeks away and I was nervous as hell.
Between group dance classes and my private lessons, Eli was bringing me to places that were meant to mean something to me. The next place he brought me, after dance one day was to a restaurant called 'Otto's.' It was a dark, small restaurant and only a couple of tables were filled.
We sat in a small booth and Eli ordered for us.
"Why are we here again?" I asked him.
"This was your favourite restaurant.. You'll see why."
After dinner I completely understood why Eli had brought me here. The food was delicious. I remembered back to a couple of months ago when my dad and Eli surprised me on my birthday and brought me here. The memory made me happy, just for the fact that I remembered it.
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Eli's POV:
The next few days, when Caprice was at the dance studio working on her routines, I thought of things to do. She loved the performing arts, seeing as she was an amazing dancer and singer. She was also a water lover. I saw her swim a lot and I remembered back to when she told me she loved surfing. She was quiet, and loved books and movies.. Not including horror.
I planned out the week phoning up different places and booking appointments. I was never so determined on something. I never really bothered about school, I couldnt give a shit about my graded so I mostly ditched. But this was different. I wanted Caprice whole again. Screw the police investigation, I would not stop until I found out who the hell was the asshole who kidnapped her for four months.
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Hey guys :) So, sorry for the short chapters, I just prefer making short and frequent rather then long and stretched out. I have a new email address: Wattpad_ImCiara@hotmail.com so hit me up on that if you want me to dedicate a chapter to you, or if you have a BANNER or COVER maybe?? They would be greatly appreciated. :) Love, Ciara. xo
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