Dance The Pain Away

Part 2

After I put on some comfortable clothes in which I could easily dance and did my makeup (well, I put on nude lipgloss), I put a bottle of water and my keys in my purse, left my house, locked the front door, got inside my car and drove all the way to the studio.

The actual short film will take place somewhere in France. I don't know why and no matter how hard I try, I can't find a solution.

The set could be built everywhere, literally.

Maybe it is because the atmosphere there is better when it comes to feelings like love and attraction.

But I'm definatly not complaining. I've never been outside the US before, I sure wanted to, but when I was a kid my parents didn't have much money, we sure had 3 meals a day, we had a house with beds to sleep in, I went to school and this and that, but we never were rich. As I got older and my parents died, I just didn't have the time to travel much. I was too focused on highschool and after that college. When I was finished with studying I was too busy with work at first and then I met Kevin, my....boyfriend.

I don't like to call him that, but I have too. I know I would regret not calling him my boyfriend if he would ever find out.

I met him when I was 22. Just like in the movies we met at a café. I was sitting alone and there weren't any free tables. Then he walked in. When he didn't find a free table, he spotted me and asked if he could sit next to me since there was another chair. As stupid as I was I said "yes". We got to know each other more and more and after some time we started dating.
At first it was great, he told me loved me at least 20 times a day(which was a lie), made me little presents and things like that. For a while it felt too good to be true. After we dated for 1 year he wanted to have sex with me or how he called it "make love to me". I refused and told him I'm not ready. I was a virgin at that time and I just didn't feel like I should have sex with someone before marriage. Of course I didn't tell him the marriage part since I was afraid that he would propose. I really loved him but it was just too soon for that.

He told that he accepted that, but from time to time he tried to change my mind. This didn't work of course, I mean I'm probably the most stubborn person in the world.

It was a slow process, but he clearly changed as time went by. He always was the jealous-type and I knew that. Back then it seemed really normal to me. I thought that was just his personality and nothing to worry about.

One time I wanted to sleep over at Ryan's. And when I told Kevin I would sleep over at a male friends house he suddenly became aggressive, threw things around and shouted like that was the only thing he could do. After a while I was able to calm him down and tell him that Ryan is gay, that soothed him, but he was still a bit tense.

This was the first time I really was scared of him, but I shrugged it off.

Slowly but clearly he became more and more...possessive. He didn't live in my house and still doesn't, but he didn't want me to have any male friends, I wasn't allowed to go shopping alone and blah blah blah.

On his 28th birthday, I was 24 back then, he wanted to "make love to me" as his gift. As soon as I said no :

Slap

I felt a stinging on my cheek. It took me a few moments to realize that he hit me. He just turned around and left my house. I just cryed all day and wasn't sue what to to.

So many things raced through my mind :

Does he still love ?

Did he even love me before this ?

Should I leave him ?

Is it my fault because I didn't sleep with him ?

As stupid as the last question sounds, I really thought I was the one to blame for this. I also thought he loved me more than anything and I knew I couldn't leave him because of that. I mean, it was just an accident...right ?

Well, for a while he left the topic alone, but it didn't take long for the next refuse and therefore the next slap. One or two slaps soon turned into whole beatings, one time I even had to got to the hospital. I told them I fell down the stairs, this may sounded cliche but it worked, the doctor really believed me. I still loved him at that time, though I wasn't sure if this feeling was mutual.

Luckily he never raped me...yet. My love for him is definetely gone, along with my respect and the best thing that could happen to me is that he dies in a car accident when he is drunk (which happens almost daily). My goal for now is to earn more money and move into another country, I already have savings, but they aren't enough to buy a house far away from here, I would also need to fimd a job, which isn't easy. And the language that is spoken the most in this state must be English or German since these are the languages I can speak, read and write without any problems.

I know Ryan would let me live in hus apartment, but there are two reasons why I'm not going to do this :

1st I don't wamt to be a bother. I'm 25, I should be able to take care of myself. Of course Ryan tells me that I wouldn't be a burden all the time, but I don't believe him. Like I said, I'm stubborn.

2nd I don't want to involve him in this whole thing. I'm sure Kevin is capable of many things, including making mine and Ryan's life a living hell. Ryan doesn't deserve this, he has right to live his own life without Kevin in it.

That's why I have to suck it up and live with the situation as it is right now. It's enough with the self-pity anyways.

I'm now standing in front of the building where the rehearsel will take place. I just hope this will be fun ...

Author's note :

I

don't know where the shooting of TWYMMF took place (shame on me lol 😅😂), I don't think it was in France but this is MY fanfiction so I can do what I want.

MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Anyways, I hope you can see over this and if not then it's not my problem....just saying.

Share your opinion about this chapter and please tell me when I do mistakes and what I could do better !

Thank you !

P.S. I'm going to include Michael's POV in the next part part, so stay tuned.

Bye-bye