The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

11

Chris's POV

I carried her limp body out to the officers. I bumped past her "father" as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Mr. Parks, you are under arrest for kidnapping and child abuse.You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be, used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you" the officer spoke as he handcuffed her dad.

I sat down and caressed Dancer's face as the other office spoke to his wife.

"Mrs. Parks, you are under arrest for child abuse and contributing to the crime of kidnapping.You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be, used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you"

Christian stood beside the chair I was sitting on and patted my shoulder. The ambulance came and tried to take Dancer from my arms. I slid away from them as I stared at her cold, bruised body.

"Sir, she needs assistance. She's dying..." the paramedic's voice faded. I kissed her forehead as my eyes watered and handed her over to the people who needed to help her the most. She didn't look the same. Her hair was wet and her face was covered in blood. I sat quietly with my head in my hands when Christian spoke to me.

"Aye man, let's pack up some of her stuff and bring back to Ms. Pam's so she'll have somewhere to stay when she get out. Alright?"

I nodded at him and gathered myself before I stood up. I walked up the stairs in her house, into her room. I could smell her perfume and the shampoo she used. I cleared my throat to prevent from crying. Christian and I gathered most of her things before walking towards the door.

"Wait," I mumbled.

I reached under her bed and grabbed her assortment of fingerless gloves and arm sleeves. I took her make up off the vanity in her room and put it in the bag I was carrying. I walked out of the door and rubbed my fingers through my loose waves. Christian consoled me by patting my back while we walked down the stairs to the car. I tossed her things into the back seat and got in the driver's seat. Christian got in the car and stared straight ahead.

I could feel my blood boiling. My anger, frustration, sadness, despair, and unimaginable pain was becoming overwhelming. I gripped the wheel and sighed, trying to control myself and the emotions I was feeling. I couldn't hold it. My body was shaking and I gripped the wheel tighter. I could feel Christian watching me as I let the anger take a hold of my body.

"FUCK!" I hollered as I repeatedly slammed my hands on the wheel. Christian grabbed my arms while I panted and stared at him.

"Come on, man," he uttered, "bring it back, bro. Don't let em take you like that. We gon take this stuff home and then we gon go out to the hospital to see her. Alright? Get out and let me drive."

Trading places with him, I got out of the car, into the passenger's side. We drove in silence as we travelled towards the house. I got out and took Dancer's things into my bedroom. I sighed deeply before going back to the car.

"You ready to go out there?" Christian poked. I simply nodded before he drove off to the hospital.