DARK DEEDS

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"Behave?" I let out a bitter, almost sarcastic chuckle, before I turn to Salvatore and continue. "You want me to behave when all I have worked hard for is on the line because of that bitch, Natalia?"

He crosses his arms over his chest before he looks down at me in that cool, level-headed manner, "Trust me."

"Trust you? How can I trust you? You murdered my father, or did you forget?" I whisper that last bit but that does not stop Salvatore from pulling-no dragging me off of stage like a ragged doll.

People stare at the little display but that does not stop me from pushing and shoving at him. The second we reach backstage, he leads me down a dark corridor, before he pushes me into an even darker corner.

He pins me against the wall, and against my will, too, which is the reason I attempt to slap him, but he blocks my hand before it even reaches as far as an inch closer to him.

He then proceeds to warn me, "That attitude? Not with me."

"If not with you then who? You took everything away from me. I mean, I used to have my parent and, and ballet but that-" I take a deep breath, feeling a lump forming in my throat "-that is gone. And now all I have is you and this fucked up life."

He lets go of the tight hold he has on my hand, as my eyes let go of the tears I fought so hard to contain the moment I slipped and fell down on that stage, losing whatever shot I had of being apart of the dance Elites.

Slowly, but surely, Salvatore wraps his arms around me and I melt into his warm embrace. I take in all of him... his scent, his touch, his warmth... everything. I let it all seep into my being and resonate there.

After a while, he pulls back from me before he places his cool fingertips beneath my chin, making me look up at him. "Let's go away for a while... France, Greece, the Caribbeans... wherever. It'll just be the two of us, and our fucked up lives."

I bite my lip, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Leaving here 'for a while' would mean leaving my dream, my family and everything I've ever known and held onto, but leaving here could also be the start of something new, with Salvatore and... school?

God, I am not good at school or is it that I am not good at my major? I do not know. I do not know a lot of things. I do not even know the reason Salvatore is treating me well all of a sudden.

What does he want from me? Fuck, why am I still with him? Do I have to remind myself every second of the day that he killed my father? I cannot let him get away with this, neither can I let Natalia get away everything she did. I am going to play both her and Salvatore at their own sick, twisted game.

"Mexico." I smile sweetly at Salvatore. "I want to go back to Mexico."

"Good." He concludes, "Shall we get going now?"

"Yes, I just need to grab my bag from the girls locker room," I motion to the tiny, lit room further down the hallway. He starts for the locker room with me, but I stop him.

"No men allowed." I lie. "You wait in the car. I will be there soon."

He cocks a brow at me, before opens his mouth to say something, but he stops himself. He, instead, lowers himself to my height, bringing his face closer to mine.

For a moment, I think that he is going to kiss me, but he does not. Instead, he meets my ear, leaving me with a single word, "Careful."

I wish. What I am about to do is far from careful. In fact, it is dangerous. Not for me, of course, but for Natalia, that bitch. I almost cackle when I walk into a locker room devoid of people and see her locker keys exactly where I had left them before - atop the lockers.

I shut the locker room door behind me before I proceed to my locker. I grab two things - my phone and a razor blade, but only one of these two things is important. It is not the one that I can use to call Salvatore to bail me out of prison when I do what I am about to do.

The important one is the one that can rip through flesh. Well, in this case feet. I head on to the locker that belongs to Natalia, grabbing the keys atop it. When I unlock the locker, I find exactly what I am looking for. Her pointe shoes. I know for a fact that she will wear these for her next dance and when she does, the razor blade will do what it was made for.

With a smile, I break the thin, silver razor blade in half, and slide either one of them into her shoes. I can almost feel her pain. God, I can almost smell the blood that will pour out of her the moment she rises to her tiptoes, that bitch.

I put her shoes back exactly how they were then, I shut her locker, and leave the locker room. I do not even bother to get my bag. I will use it as evidence. That, and what I am about to do next.

I mess up my hair like the mad woman I most definitely am and scream at nothing but the air, "Salvatore! leave me alone!"

Then, I march onto the stage. The curtains are closed, and the cameras are off thank God. I would hate to embarrass myself in front of National television and a crowd of Elites one more time. I, however, do not mind the small circle of dancers, who are in a state of dialogue about something or rather someone.

"Speak of the devil," Natalia remarks, when she catches a glimpse of me, and my dishevelled state. I do not doubt that I have lines of mascara running down my cheeks. Neither do I doubt the redness of my eyes nor the satisfaction Natalia is getting from this.

I turn to Dimitri, "I am not leaving. I worked hard for this and you cannot just take it away from me."

"I can." He simply states, "I own this place and every living, breathing, moving thing, remember? I am god, and I am not about to let some wanna-be waltz in here and tell me what to do."

Oh, I have had it with these privileged white people. In one motion, I take a swing at him, landing a punch right onto his nose. My fist feels the impact but so does his nose, which starts bleeding profusely.

Natalia rushes to Dimitri, as she calls, "Security, security! Get her out of here!"

I laugh that crazy, hysterical laugh. One that makes the other dancers back away from me, afraid of what I might do, and they have every right to be afraid after everything they did to me, pretending to be my friends at the club and then switching up on me.

"I'm not done here," I direct my respond and rage towards Natalia as I yank her by her flaming red hair. Fortunate for her, that is all I get to do, there and then because the next thing I know, security is on me.

They restrain me, as I kick and shove, screaming, to add to the dramatic effect of things. Dimitri charges towards me, his face red from anger and of course, blood.

It oozes out of his broken nose, and splatters over his clothes, adding to the horrific sight that is him. He snaps his fingers, before the curtains are opened again. The crowd gasps at the sight before them, but they gasp even louder at the words Dimitri utters next.

"You can kiss your ballet career goodbye, Carina. You are hereby banned, and blacklisted from Dance Elite." He spits, before he looks at the big, balky security guards. "Escort her out of here!"

Natalia is all smiles at this point and as we walk past her, I smile and tell her, "Break a leg."

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