Dancing in the Night - Javier Escuella X Reader

1 : I'll see you soon.

{TRIGGER WARNING, ABUSE/ASAULT IN THIS FANFICTION ⚠️}

|Y/N is 18 here|
Your feet getting sore, the day going into night. Your mother, a ballet teacher, has gotten you passionate in dancing. In Ballet.

"One, Two, Three." She repeats with every twirl, you've been doing this for 8 years. You hair up in a bun, loose clothing for more comfort. "And done." You stop, almost collapsing.

"Y/N you need to pick your feet up, why not let your feet take a little brake? I'll get the bandages." You nod then go to the bench. Your mother owns a small studio here, in Saint Denis, for young girls to also learn Ballet. She makes lots. Lots of mother wanting there child to learn a hobby.

You sit on the bench against the wall, then slowly take off your Pointes.

Your feet bruised, sprinkled with blisters and cuts. Toenails falling off, this feels way to normal. For so many things wrong with your feet, but it's now just normal to see them almost broken.

Your mother walks up to you. Bandages in hand. You grab them as she offers them, then start wrapping them around you toes and feet.

"Y/N!" You look to the high pitched voice, your little sister, 5 years old. "Hey Celine." She looks to what your doing, her face flushes. "Ew!" She blurts our making you and your mother laugh a bit. "How does that feel like nothing?" She steps closer from the door she came through.

"I've been doing it for a long time, when mom teaches you for 8 years straight. It'll feel like nothing." You finish wrapping your feet then put them down back on the floor.

You start putting your Pointes back in then stand. Your mother goes to the piano and gives a look if you'd ready or not. You nod then she counts, "One, Two, Three." She starts the song. Your about to start when Celine runs in front of you. Doing a silly dance. Waving her legs and arms around. Making you laugh.

Your mother looks to, laughing and stopping. Loving seeing you two he's sister, bonding and laughing together. She'll miss these moments

|Two years later, Y/N's now 20|

Like any other day, I practice some Ballet. Play with Celine for a bit then hang out with your mother for the rest of the day. A knock on the door disrupting your little family time.

Your mother walks to the door, opening it and being met with a gun. Pointing at her, you quickly grab the closest gun and point it to the man. Pushing Celine behind you at the same time.

"Ms L/N... Wheres our money...?" The strange looking man says, Black hair and old features, then more men come in. Pointing there guns at you.

"C-Colm I need another week or two-" "Ms L/N!" He yells pushing the gun to her forehead.

"We've given you 4 weeks, just to give us a little money. It's the money... or..." He looks to you and Celine. "I'll take that little girl!" He signals his men to come get Celine.

"N-No! Please!" She starts crying, you know what you have to do. You know you won't like it, but you need to.

"Stop! T-Take me! Please! I'll do anything." You step forward, the men look at you. The man pointing the gun at you looks you up and down, perverted as ever.

"Mmm," he puts his gun down and walks to you, the other men keeping an eye on her. He walks around you, looking at all of you. Getting closer, smelling you and touching your torso up and down. Shivers of disgust go up you spine.

"nice body, we'll take you... You'll be my little slut." He whispers the last part, you almost gag. He smells and is ugly at the same time. This is gonna suck...

The men walk behind you, your hands are pulled behind your back. Then they get tied together. They push you forward. You look back right before your mother and sister are out of sight.

"Je serai bientôt de retour! Be m' oublie pas!"
|I'll be back! Do not forget me!|

|19 years later,39 years old|

{ASAULT/ABUSE PART, WHEN THIS PARTS OVER ILL SAY IT}

The cold cabin wakes me, my eyes flutter open to the cabin door slamming open. "Y/N!" I stick my head up to see Colm, angry expression.

He storms to me, pull me right off the cot then grabs me by the neck. Bruises still on my face from last time.

"Why!-Why did you burn my paper?" He tried asking nicely. "It's simple, the fire was dying." He squeezes my neck a little tighter every second. To the point where it's hard to breath, my face getting heated and red.

"Sweat heart," I gag. "Your so pretty." He squeezes my neck even tighter. He lets go, I gasp for air and look up at the ugly man. "Now get ready. You need to go with that... Horse keeper guy, you need to go out on patrol." He simply says then walks out.
{DONE...}
Kieran. Known as the horse keeper here, we've known each other for a bit. Nice soul and very humble, never actually fights back.... He just takes punches.... I slowly get up and get ready for a daily patrol. Je déteste ça ici...