Idolised

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Her legs snapped up, in perfect form as she flew across the stage, her toes pointed and hands light. She landed with a thud, the floor hard under her feet. She sucked in a deep breath, internally scolding herself. Her eyes met her fathers in the VIP box, stern and disappointed. A lump began to grow in her throat as she flipped her body, completing the choreography with grace.

She rose slowly, her expression cold and professional, her eyes once again meeting her fathers. She glided off stage, holding her strong stance as she slid behind the curtain.

That's when she curled inwards, her frame folding in half as her stomach entered its contents into a pre-set bucket.

Holly-Rae stood and wipe her mouth, acting as though nothing had happened.

She walked with conviction, purpose in her step as she rounded the stairs, on her way to meet her never-satisfied father.

Sure enough there he was, Seo Donghae, rich, successful, expecting the most from his only child. His eyes fell upon her and she bowed immediately.

"Abeoji," she said still bowing, staring at his shiny dress shoes. She greeted him as politely as she could, using only chandaemal in his presence.

"Stand Nae Ttal," he commanded, his voice full of forcefulness, no affection.

She did as she was told, standing but not meeting his eyes. If she did she would regret it. She bowed her head and listened as her father spoke.

"Your performance was... satisfactory, although the thud was disappointing, I'd expect that from an untrained dancer," he said, his compliment hiding an insult. But Holly-Rae still bowed.

"Gamsahabnida," she said quietly, her face towards the ground hiding her reddening eyes.

"Mm, go get changed Holly-Rae," he said with a hmph and walked down the stairs, uncaring to his daughters distress.

She waited until she heard the door open and shut then stood, swiping at the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. She hated to disappoint her father, which is all she ever did. She ran back into the stage room, following a narrow corridor to her dressing room.

She had a private room, away from prying eyes. This allowed her to do what her body ached for.

She entered the bathroom, sat on the tiled floor and heaved more of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

Standing she turned the tap on and cupped her hands under it, gathering as much water as she could. She sucked it up, swished it around then spat it back out.

She brushed her teeth, flossed them, brushed them again then swallowed down three white prescription pills and left the bathroom. The door closing behind her, shutting that problem away.

***
Donghae waited outside. He impatiently checked his watch, waiting for his daughter. He let out a deep sigh as he turned to look at the academy once again. He'd decided something about Holly-Rae's future once again, something better than this if she only tried her hardest.

See Donghae didn't hate his only child he just couldn't look at her, couldn't be in her presence for too long because that's when it started to get bad. She was the perfect image of her mother... Donghae's wife, Jean.

Jean, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, a foreigner. Donghae had fallen for her when they were younger than they should have been, with Jean falling pregnant with Holly-Rae before they were married. He risked everything for Jean and Holly-Rae, disownment from his own family... embarrassment in his own country, but those were different times and he didn't care because he had Jean and Holly-Rae.