Broken

Chapter 10

Years&years- Shelter.

The music began slowly. It pounded in my ears, the rhythm running through my body and I began to move. One step at a time, listening carefully to the beat.

I felt powerful and energised with every move I took, expressing my feelings in the only way that I could.

I erupted into dance and Eva followed, spinning and raising my feet slowly until I was standing on only my toes, perfecting en pointe.

Our music was different, edgy.

We transformed old school ballet into something much different. Emerging the tedious dance moves with something more contemporary.

I moved suddenly, glancing across at the mirror in front of me.

I saw two slight figures, turning quickly in short, elegant circles.

Bird like hands stretched out above our heads.

I felt care free and some how lighter, my problems diminished.

All I thought about was the music and the move I would take next. Delicate, deliberate steps.

I transformed into someone else when I danced.

I could feel Eva watched me closely as I began my pirouettes, lasting for what felt like minutes. Then I slipped, entangling my foot in the loose satin ribbon of my shoe. I fell with a loud harsh sound onto the floor.

I winced at the pain, and sat there angrily tying my laces, then kept slipping from my clammy fingers and I got more and more agitated, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Macy's it ok" Eva murmured softly and took the laces from my hands. I slumped my shoulders and sat there while Eva tied my laces around my ankles.

My eyes became glassy with tears.

The impact of the fall wasn't the source of my tears.

I could no longer keep up my pretence. I wasn't as strong as I appeared.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently.

I shook my head, quickly wiping my hands beneath my eyes.

I was stronger than this.

"Let's dance it out then" Eva said firmly and took one of my hands, pulling me up.

Eva always knew exactly what to say and what to do.

I took a deep breath and smoothed out my leotard, arched my back and regained my posture.

Pull yourself together.

I looked over at Eva and nodded, with that we began to dance.

I was fuelled by so many different emotions, they consumed me and it showed through my dance.

We automatically started from the beginning of our routine, we started lightly and elegantly, the routine becoming more fierce and powerful as we continued.

The music died out after a while and we looked over at each other, smiling with satisfaction.

"Better?" Eva asked looked pleased with herself.

"Yeah"

She fixed her drooping bun back in place and wiped her forehead.

Suddenly I heard a loud thud coming from the window and we jumped looking over at it.

I froze.

Oh god no.

"Angelina Ballerina!" I heard Johnson yell as he pounded his fists against the window pane.

Gilinsky and Sam both laughed at his pathetic joke.

"C'mon your late" Sam shouted, slamming his hand against the window. I bit my lip and turned away.

I could feel Eva staring at me.

"You never told me- they were your, he is, oh god Macy" she stuttered.

She pulled me into a tight hug.

"Move it Macy!" I could hear Sam yelling.

Eva looked over at the window, darkly.

"Shut up titface!" she growled.

"Alright princess, just for you" Sam said grinning at her.

There eyes locked for a second and Eva grew even angrier.

Eva blushed a dark red and turned around viciously and picked up her bag.

"I'll call you later" I said lamely and waved before I ran off dragging my bag after me.

"You took your sweet time" Sam muttered as soon as I stepped outside.

"Was that really necessary?" I complained.

Sam just continued walking towards his car. The three boys were dressed identically in white and blue basketball shorts with matching loose shirts over it. Basketball players.

Gilinsky walked down the steps beside me, taking my bag from my hands.

"Stop-"

I realised he was just carrying it for me, and he threw it into the boot of the car, opening the back door for me.

I got into the car graciously.

"Do you want to shove over or?" he said smirking.

I rolled my eyes and moved over a seat allowed enough room for him to spread his legs out.

I hoped that this seating arrangement wouldn't be the usual.

Sam flicked on the radio as we began to drive home. Him and Johnson exploded into song, they seemed to know the lyrics to almost every song.

I pulled at my tights stretching them up and down my thighs.

This car drive was too long, I would have to travel this so many times a week to come and practice.

I felt a hand brush gently against my leg and my sling immediately prickled at the warm touch of his fingers.

Only the thin material between my skin and his.

I looked up at Gilinsky and he was staring absently out the window.

Did he mean to do it deliberately? Did he even realise he had touched me.

His hand were large and dark, covered in tiny little scars and lines.

They were almost twice the size of mine.

I sighed and leaned my head against the window, we were nearly back home, or to Sams house.

I would never mistaken his house for home.

It never would be.

We drove slowly down the quiet street leading towards number 11.

I counted the house numbers as we passed, 4,5,6,7,8,9,10.

We pulled into the large drive and Sam began to park up his car.

Just before I opened the door, I felt a solid grip on my leg. I flinched.

Firm fingers, pressing gently against my thigh.

The fingers moved slightly in a small circle, I could feel the heat running through me and I jumped.

I looked up to meet deep dark brown eyes staring intensely at me.