Aria Anderson was only 20 and fresh out of college with a degree in choreography, Ballet, modern, jazz technique, and body conditioning. When she met Spencer Collins. A 25-year-old, theater choreographer. With a dark soul.
She thought she escaped h...
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I groan as I start to wake.
"Aria!" I hear Michael say as I slowly open my eyes.
"Michael." I say shocked. "What are you doing here?" I stutter.
I try to move and my body felt so sore. He looks at me confused.
"What do you mean?" He asks with wide eyes. "Why wouldn't I be here?" He says with big eyes.
Why does he have to look at me like he cares?
"You shouldn't be here." I whisper looking away from him.
"Why?" He says lowly.
"Stop acting like you care." I say as my tears fall.
"I do care." He says quickly. "I think I'm falling in love with you." He says lowly.
My breathing picks up. My heart rate starts to increase. I'm afraid to look at him. How? Why me? If Spencer finds out he'll kill me. The machine attached to me starts beeping loudly. The door swings open in walks a man in blue scrubs. He rushes over to the machine and starts checking me. He turns to look at Michael.
"You need to leave." He says in a deep New Orleans accent.
"What?" Michael says with wide eyes. "I need to be here." He pleads. "I wanna be with her." He says lowly.
Stop it, please. I can't handle this.
"I don't care who you are. She doesn't need you in here right now."
He jumps a little. Why does he look like he's in pain? He's straining his eyes. They are turning red. But, he doesn't move.
"Go." He yells.
Making both of us jump. The door swings open and there stood Bill. Michael walks out of the room with his head down. The door closes behind Bill. My breathing slowly starts to go back to normal. The beeping stops.
"Miss, how are you feeling?" He asks me.
"Sore." I say quickly. "Confused." I mumble.
I let my head sink more into my pillow. I need my girls with me.
"I can give you some pain medicine."
"Please." I whisper as I stare down at my lap.
"Need anything else, Miss?"
"My girls." I say lowly.
"Huh?"
"My best friends." I say slowly turning to look at him.
"Oh, I've met them. Roxy is so lovely." He says smiling big.
Is this man crushing on her? He's gonna be so disappointed because she's gay.
