A lady walks into the room where I am standing on the stage, and this cues the man who escorted me to leave out the way he came. The lady who walks in has brown, frizzy hair and big brown (almost black) eyes. Her face is kind of round, and her mouth is kind of small. Everything about the woman is kind of. She kind of has dimples, she's kind of tall, kind of fat, and kind of walking up to the stage I'm rooting my feet into.
I feel my hands get clammier every second as I squeeze them together.
The woman in the bright yellow suit stands right in front of the stage. She rakes her eyes up and down me. I suddenly feel naked and raw. Ever since I've been raped multiple times, I hate when people look at me. It's like their undressing me with their eyes. Her small mouth is about to open, but then closes as she touches my now split ended, fragile black hair.
"And what is your name?" She requested.
"E-Evalyne."
"Age?" She follows up.
"17."
"Talents?"
"I dance."
This gets her thinking, because I can see the crease lines in her forehead forming together. She turns to the back of the room.
"Richard, come here would ya doll?" the woman beckons the shady figure in the back of the room, who I never noticed until just now.
A man walks over with orange hair and a caterpillar on his mouth. He's wearing blue suspenders that look like they might burst, and a plain button up underneath and grey slacks.
I grunt in disgust. This is my rapist.
"Why hello Ms. Emeralds, do ya find errything to yer likin'?" 'Richard' asks her.
"Why yes I am. She's a dancer?"
'Richard' looks puzzled for a split second, and then immediately plays it off. "Yes she does! A real prize, I tell ya. She does great! She watch'er." He then turns his attention to me on the stage, sweating bullets.
"Well darling? Are you going to dance?" Asks the woman.
I suck in a deep breath. I remember one dance from ballet that we did to Ed Sheeran's A Team.
I close my eyes and stand in ready position and then doing a Fouette before leaping into a Jete. Each move, I lose myself in the rhythm of my heart as I gracefully glide across the whole stage. When I am done, I pant furiously while my audience stands in awe. Just three words pass from the Ms. Emeralds lips, her eyes still on me.
"I'll take her."
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Mystery / ThrillerEvalyne Broker isn't perfect, but try telling that to anyone who knew her in the small town she grew up in. Her friends think the world of her: a sassy, bold, and beautiful leader to their friend group. Evalyne is the girl who can call the shots and...
