The Dancer and The Actor

Chapter 1

Katrina's POV

I was supposed to be teaching a few actors how to dance for a film and I was running late. I'd had one of the actors numbers so I'd called him to let him know. "Hey Grant, its Katrina. I'm stuck in traffic but, I'm about 5 minutes away, I really hope you guys haven't left. I'll be there soon." I said, kind of rushing it out. "Oh, its alright but, I'm the only one who showed up, apparently they found another choreographer or they just wanna look stupid on screen. I'm finding ways to occupy myself while I'm waiting so, its no big deal." He said. We talked until I pulled into the parking lot. 

I walked in, wearing my shorts and a green tank top, with my black Nike's, of course. They were always my go to's. "Hey, you must be Grant, I'm Katrina." I said, smiling and shaking his hand. He shook it and smiled back at me, "I am, its great to finally meet you." I smiled as I started to show him the steps, it was a basic line dance, well I thought it was a basic line dance to myself but, to him, it was a bunch of steps. After a good 30 minutes, I watched as he attempted the steps by himself. He was doing good up until the 6th count. I showed him it again and he picked it right up. I smiled, high fiving him, "That was great! Really good work!" He smiled, breathing heavily and hugged me, "Thank you, now I won't look so stupid on screen." I hugged him back, smiling as well, "You're welcome, I know how hard it is to think you won't do very well so, I'm glad I could help." He looked down at me as I was only 5'6", "What would you say to some lunch? My treat. Then, we'll come back here and retry it, see if I remember." I smiled up at him, "I'd like that. Do you wanna drive or do you want me to?" I asked, bending down, grabbing my purse. I jumped as I felt his hand brush against my ass. 

"What was that? I'm not some piece of meat you can just touch." He looked at me, confused, "That wasn't me." He pointed behind me. It was my boyfriend, Lane, well, if you could even call him that, he'd beat me every other night. "H-Hey baby!" I said, looking up at him. "You letting other men touch you? I thought we talked about this?" Grant looked between the two of us, sensing something was up. "Grant & I were headed to lunch, then come back and finish up the dance." Lane nodded upwards to Grant, then turned back to me, not so gently grabbing a fistful of my hair, "You let me know when you get back here, and then we're heading home. I'm not done with this yet." I whimpered softly, tearing up, "Y-Yes." He left and when we heard tires screeching from the parking lot, I fell to the floor, Grant catching me so I didn't fall too hard. "How are you still with him? Are these yellowing bruises from him?" He asked me, gently stroking my hair. I nodded through my tears, "Y-Yeah, they are. He beats me every other night." He helped me up and walked me out to his car. 

"We're going to the station then we're going to lunch. You need to get rid of him and be with someone who would worship you and your body, not beat it to death." I looked over at him, "You don't know what he'll do if he finds out it was me or you that turned him in. He'll kill either both of us or just one of us. I can't do that to you. I'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't want that kind of image in her head." He brushed off the girlfriend part, "She's MIA at this point. She's doing her own thing back in Tennessee, which is fine, I don't wanna hold her back but, she's not too concerned about me since she's been out there." I looked at him in slight shock, "How could anyone not be concerned or even care about you? I think you're an amazing guy and I've only just met you." He smiled and took my hand, kissing the back of it, "Thank you, for today, its the first time in awhile that I've felt happy - truly happy. So, thank you." I smiled, nodding in response, "Same here." He parked in front of the police station as he helped me out of the car, walking in with me. 

"I'd like to file a domestic violence charge." I said, kind of shakily, holding tight to Grant's hand. "Ok, I'll have to take a few photos of your bruises and is the man you're with the one who did this? Its just a precaution." I shook my head no, "No, he'd never do this to me. Its my ex who did this, I just haven't broken up with him yet." I asked if Grant could sit with me as I filed it and they said he could so, I wrote with one hand and held one of his with the other. I handed it back and practically clung to him once they finished with the photos. My stomach was bruised badly, my legs, which had foundation on them, I had to rub it off and they were black and blue from the previous night, my neck was the same, foundation and black & blue. I asked if I could cover them back up before walking back to Grant and they let me. I didn't want him to see these just yet. 

"Ready for lunch?" He asked, rubbing my back and arm gently. I smiled, nodding, "Yeah, I am." We got in the car, him helping me back in and driving to the restaurant. We ate and then went back to the dance studio. I got a call from a police officer as we'd pulled back into the parking lot. "Hello? Yes, this is Katrina. Ok, thank you." Grant looked over at me, resting a hand on my upper thigh, "So, what happened?" I looked over at him, smiling, "They've arrested him. He's gone." I teared up and hugged him, "Thank you, thank you so much. I wouldn't of done it this soon if it weren't for you. Thank you." He smiled & hugged me back, "You're welcome, I'm glad he's finally out of your life, you deserve much better." I looked at him and walked back into the dance studio. He'd followed me and locked the door, pulling the blinds down and closing the curtains, "So, wanna finish up the dance?" I smirked, turned on Saving Abel's 'Addicted', and made my way over to him, "How about we make  new one?" He pulled me close as he kissed down my neck, "I like this one better." 

I heard the door open and gasped as I felt Grant being pulled back from me. "WHO THE FUCK IS SHE? YOU SAID YOU WERE DANCING, THIS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE FUCKING DANCING TO ME!" A blonde woman, almost built identically to myself said. Her body was like mine, just more, more. She looked too high maintenance to be with him but, I'm sure people have thought the same about me before so, I kept my comments to myself.