"I don't get it." I never did, seeing Alfe like this angered me. He has tried to "convert me" before but his point does'nt make any sense to me.
"Ballet does'nt help you get any where!. How about you become a lawyer instead?" Hearing that, that word, lawyer just makes my skin crawl. My mother Cherice left my real dad Louis, for Alfe a rich lawyer.
"HEATHER DO YOU HEAR ME!" i feel as if my ears were to explode right off the side of my face. He stands up, lifting his shirt a little revaling his never befroe seen tattoo of a scorpion. "Of course i hear you! who do you think i am?" I curl my dainty hands into a fist, and bang them onto the table while i stand up, almost making the vase tip over. All of a sudden i feal a peircing pain against my cheek. It was Alfe's hand as it slapped my cheek, leaving a red mark.
"I have NEVER, seen such a rude 19 year old!" His hand lowers near his pocket and he pulls up somthing black...it was a gun.
"You have two options ditch ballet or face the bullet." he lifts up the gun toying with it. Pushing out courage with all the force I can, I make my choice.
"I'll take the bullet" I smile not aware of what a heartless man could do...
