The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

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Dancer's POV

I sat in the hospital bed, trying to remember exactly what happened. The police were smothering and interrogating me every chance they got. My head was spinning and all I could think about was whether or not my father was coming after me. I sighed and turned on my side, closing my eyes. I fell into a deep sleep before I heard a knock at the door. My eyes shot open and my body tensed up as the door creaked loudly as it opened. My heart was racing, but I kept my back to the door. There was a mysterious knocking sound as the person stepped closer to me.

"Dancer?" the familiar voice spoke. I didn't move, but kept my eyes glued to the wall.

"Ion know, bro. I think she sleep. Let's come back later."

"I'm not leaving her." His voice followed him as he walked around the bed. It was Chris. He sat down in the chair beside me but hadn't looked at me yet. He looked at, who I assumed was, Christian and sighed. I could see his face was flushed, as if he had been crying or angry because of something. I looked up at him quietly, but kept still. His eyes traveled down to mine and he jumped up when he noticed I was awake. He kneeled down in front of my face and put his hand close to my cheek. I flinched at his touch and he looked confused.

"Dancer...I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to you."

I nodded at him gently before looking around the room. Christian stood at the foot of my bed and smiled.

"Nice to see you're alive." I nodded at him and sighed out.

"Dancer..."

Chris's POV

"Dancer...I need you to tell me exactly what happened to you"

I searched her eyes for a response. She just stared out into space causing me to sigh deeply. I knew she wanted to tell me, but she was battling whether or not she could tell me. She was fearful and worried of what her father would think. I understood.

"If you don't wanna tell me, Dancer, then don't. But I'm here for you if you want to talk" I said as I touched her hand.

We sat there in silence for an hour. Christian focused on the TV that was playing a basketball game. Occasionally, I looked over at Dancer to make sure she was okay. She just looked at the TV as well but her breathing was so lifeless. Almost as if she couldn't take being alive anymore.

"I was asleep..." she uttered, causing both me and Christian to look up. "He came in my room and tied my wrists and ankles together. Then he blindfolded me." She took a deep breath, I knew she was struggling.

"I didn't know where he was taking me," she continued, "He'd never done anything like that before."

"He took me to his bedroom first..." she trailed. I didn't want to hear it, but I knew I had to. For her.

"He, um," her voice broke, "he had some friends over" she stated as tears ran down her face. Christian stood up and looked at her as she spoke.

"I heard him say 'Don't go easy on her, I'm gonna kill her anyway' and I-" she paused for a long while this time. She stared at the door and Christian turned around coming face to face with Dancer's father. Someone must have bailed him out.

"Yo what you doin' here man? How you get in here?" Christian spoke calmly.

"I'm here to see my daughter. How are you Michelle?" he spoke as he began walking closer to her. Christian stepped into his path.

"How she look?" Christian spat.

"You really should just go on dude. She don't need no more stress from you," I said as I held Dancer's hand.

Dancer's POV

I gripped onto Chris's hand as my father stood in my face. I was scared and I could have screamed out to heaven in that moment.

"Is that true, Michelle? You feel stressed?" my father asked. I looked up at Chris and Christian stared at me.

"Tell him the truth, D."

I stared at Christian as I nodded at my father's question. He chuckled, amused at my gesture.

"I stress you, Michelle?"

I nodded again, this time with more confidence. My father rubbed his chin and stared at me. I trembled and Chris rubbed my hand gently.

"Well, you're my child Michelle. Mine! And don't you forget that. I'll be back later and you two better be gone or I will have you banned from this hospital."

"Yeah whatever man. I hope you ready to get yo ass clapped in prison for raping your daughter." Christian spoke as he pushed my father out of the room.

"Finish yo story, ma."

I looked at him then back down at my lap. I cleared my throat and continued.

"I felt the first guy gripping my body," I shuddered as I started having a flashback.

Flashback

"She's so pretty" the man spoke.

"Wait until you get in her," my father spoke, "tight as a glove."

I squirmed as he pinned my leg over my shoulder and slid into me.

"Stay still Michelle," my father spoke. I heard the other men cheering the current along. Yelling vulgar things at each other as they each took turns.

I clenched my teeth and gripped the chains tied around my wrists as I felt a familiar pair of hands. He touched me the same way each time. I felt his breath on my neck, his lips burning my skin as his hands stuck needles against my sides. I turned my head away and he placed his handkerchief in my mouth.

"My beautiful daughter," he uttered as he caressed me. I felt disgusting. Disturbed. Violated. He gripped my chin tightly and growled.

"Say my name," he uttered against my breasts.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't do it with everyone watching.

"Say it!"

"D-Daddy," I whispered. Just as I did, he began. Tormenting my body with his own, he took control of me. I was crying, and trying to get away. I couldn't get it to stop. I couldn't escape this hell.

He stopped once he finished. I heard the other men exchanging money and credit card numbers.

Present day...

"Stop..." Chris uttered as he took a deep breath. The doctor came in just in time.

"Hi, Ms. Parks. My name is Dr. Lewis. I'll be taking care of you while you're here. I just have a few questions, and if I make you uncomfortable, let me know, and we can try again another time." I nodded at him.

"Are you sexually active?" he questioned.

My heart stopped.

Chris's POV

Why would he ask her that? He knows why she's in here but he asked her that anyway. I looked at Dancer and something was off about her. She stared at the doctor as if she knew what was coming.

"Why? What's going on?" I spoke.

The doctor sighed and looked at me. I stared at him with a slight frown on my face and Christian rubbed his head and murmured curse words under his breath. So everyone knew what was going on except me. I sat there confused.

"Well, we ran some tests when you came in. We checked a few things and I found something that is rather..." he paused, "troubling." I stared back and forth between Dancer and the doctor.

"You're pregnant."

Everything in the room froze.