The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

13.

Dancer's POV

"I want an abortion! RIGHT NOW, I WANT ONE RIGHT NOW!" I yelled as Chris held me against his chest.

I couldn't be carrying my father's baby. It wasn't happening. I couldn't look at that child and love it. I knew I couldn't.

"Now, Michelle." the doctor spoke quietly.

"You need to think long and hard about whether or not you would like to abort. This child is still half of you," he uttered softly.

I just shook my head. I couldn't hold back my tears as they escaped my eyes.

"I don't want this child, please" I whispered.

"Don't make me carry it"

Chris's POV

I watched as Dancer cried. I felt so sorry for her. I couldn't do anything except rub her back in small circles as she sobbed.

"I will schedule the abortion Michelle. But this could be devastating to your uterus. This could prevent you from having children in the future." The doctor spoke as he travelled to her beside.

"I don't care! GET THIS DEMON OUT OF ME!" she screamed.

Her heart monitor was beeping quickly. Christian stepped towards her trying to calm her down. Panic flushed over her. Her eyes were swollen and her chest moved up and down at a rapid pace. She really couldn't have this baby. I looked upon her, not knowing what to do. I gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to look upon me. Her gaze met mine through her puffy eyelids. Her breathing slowly calmed, as I never broke my state from the eyes I fell in love with.

"Calm down," I whispered as I stroked her flushed cheeks with my thumbs.

"She's not having this baby, doc. Just schedule it. And if she wants children in the future, we'll figure it out when the time comes." I spoke these words without breaking the stare that she and I were having. Her heart monitor slowed down as her eyes began to flutter. I let go of her cheek and kissed her head as she fell asleep. The doctor proceeded to schedule her abortion.

"Hey man, Ima go get us something to eat. I know you hungry," Christian said as he stood up. I simply nodded at him while standing over Dancer. Her chocolate skin was decorated with purple and blue bruises. The cuts she had were deep into her flesh. This was going to be rough for all of us.

*A few hours later*

Christian had gone home a few minutes ago to shower and get some clothes for me. Dancer still slept peacefully in the hospital bed. The doctor informed me that she was going to be released in the morning so I planned on taking her back to my new apartment.

"Hmmgh" she groaned causing me to get up from the chair. I shushed her gently and rubbed her forehead. A small smile crept over her face. She was so beautiful.

"Thank you," she whispered. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You said it out loud," she confirmed. I let out a soft chuckle and held her hand. She looked up at me and smiled a bit. The sleep she had made her look more refreshed than she was before. I smiled down her looking into her deep brown eyes. The pain and fear she once had seemed to be dying down. She held on tightly to my hand. Her beauty was breathtaking.

"You're so beautiful. Even in this ugly ass night gown" I chuckled, causing her to blush.

"I mean it," I said staring at her. I leaned down and kissed her cheek softly. She giggled a little and covered her face.

"Stop that," I whispered, "Lemme see that face." I pulled her hands from her face and bit my lip. She blushed and looked away from me. She was nervous.

I gently caressed her cheek lifting her face to mine. I let my lips brush the top of her forehead. I closed my eyes, feeling her skin connect with my lips. I leaned down slowly and planted a quick peck on her lips. She sat there silently, stiff as a stick.

"I-I-I," my throat went dry. Why did I kiss her???

"It's okay Chris," my name rolled off her tongue in her thick Trinidadian accent.

She looked up at me and pulled my face back down to hers, connecting her lips with mine. I smirked against her as my hand slowly made its way to her waist. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed. But it was magical. It was like our lips were made for this. Like God created my lips just so they would be perfectly aligned with hers.

She parted her lips slightly, and I took advantage of this moment. I slowly crept my tongue into her mouth. She flinched a little, but I let my tongue caress hers slowly. Her hand was now on my chest and under my shirt. Her small hand rubbed my stomach softly as I continued to kiss her like I always wanted to.

"Ahum" Christian cleared his throat. It didn't stop me. I kept tonguing her down, tugging and pulling at her lips and tongue.

"Damn, I know y'all heard me clear my damn throat." He semi-yelled.

She pulled away and blushed as I wiped the corners of my mouth while biting my lip. I had a pretty prevalent bulge now and her hand rested on it gently.

"Sorry man, got carried away" I chuckled.

"Mhm" was all he said.

"Dancer, I do wanna ask you something though"

She nodded in response and licked her lips. I bit my lip as I watched her tongue swipe her lips back and forth. I leaned down again locking our lips together.

"If you want me to leave man just say so!" Christian spoke again causing me to chuckle against her lips.

"I couldn't resist it. But anyway" I leaned down over her and smiled.

"I know you're going through a lot. I wanna be there for you and take care of you. I wanna spoil you and take you on corny trips, do that corny movie stuff with you. So when you get discharged, I want you to move in with me." I searched her eyes for an answer and she sat quietly.

"And I want you to be my girlfriend," I grabbed her hands and smiled at her. She smiled in return.

She took a breath and started to respond....

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