Chapter One
I didn't even do anything wrong to end up in the situation that I was currently in. Ballet was my life, it was something that made me feel close to my mother, it was the only thing I had of her.
"You have to be kidding me! Nikolai I said get the TEACHER!" a man yelled from what seemed like behind me but the blind fold stopped me from looking.
"She is the teacher!" a deep voice yelled back, growls erupted from all around me along with scream like hiss's. Before I had any time to figure out what was going on the blind fold was ripped off my face and my head yanked back. The bright green eyes peered into mine and widened.
"You." he said, his face was strong, with a strong jaw and a salt and pepper beard that was just long enough to curl under.
"Where is your mother?" he asked getting closer to my face, everyone seemed still, looking at them they seemed like glass figurines staring lifelessly into my eyes.
"She cant help you, if you are looking for money she cant get it to you." I said trying to sound strong but the crack in my voice and the tears in my eyes betrayed me. The man just looked at me and smiled slightly.
"And why is that?" he sneered, so much of him looked like my older brother Ty. Looking back into the familiar bright green eyes I saw my brother standing in front of me, the cruelness of this man would never make him out to be Ty though.
"She's dead.." the pain from saying those two words filled my heart and the tears spilled without end. His grip on my hair tightened, pain filled his face as he started to shake.
"Please don't hurt me!" I screamed as he brought his hand up. The memories of Mat's fists hitting me while I crawled away. The memory of him causing the miscarriage had me crying harder than before. The stillness of the room had me looking back up at the man in front of me.
"You're Ty's father." I whispered and his eyes softened. The wrinkle lines on the sides of his eyes became more defined and he suddenly looked much older than before.
"Bring her to my home. Tell Ty to watch her." he said over his shoulder making my eyes widen. Ty was still alive?
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The vehicle jostled around as I was held into place and the black bag was placed over my head.
"Why cant I just look?" I whispered not meaning for any of them to hear me but they all did.
"Because your a liability." a lady said, she had bright blue hair and pale skin. Piercings littered her face and her black eyes peered like empty bowls onto the black top road. Feeling someone grab me and the vehicle jerk to a halt, being thrown over someones shoulder with a bag on your head is quite possibly one of the most disorienting feelings you could ever feel.
"I think I might vomit." I struggled out as the persons steps became easier and the feeling of his shoulder jabbing into my stomach receded. Being flung on something soft the bag was yanked off my head and and a bright light flashed in my face.
"What the FUCK man!" I yelled and scrunched my eyes shut. Once my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness I opened them again to see a crowd of people standing around the couch that I was flung on with Ty standing in front of all of them.
"Fuck you." I spat as he opened his mouth to speak but stopped immediately.
"Ember, you better watch what you say." he threatened and grabbed my hands that were roughly tied together.
"No you better take me home NOW! I don't know if you have ever been kidnapped in front of a shit ton of fucking little girls but it is terrifying. So take me home." I snapped out and yanked my hands away once they were untied and stood tall.
"No your not going home. Your in danger." he stated and shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. Scoffing I rubbed my wrists and looked around for an exit.
"Don't even think about it. Your not leaving." he said and gripped my upper arm roughly. Gritting my teeth against the pain I stood chest to chest with him and glared into his eyes.
"Get your hands off me." I growled out but his grip just tightened and Mat flashed across my mind, it was like I was with him again.
"You will listen to me you bitch! It is your fault he left!" his voice echoed in my mind. Ripping my arm out of his hand caused me more pain but calmed my racing heart. Feeling tears leak down my face and my heart beat erratically. Nobody was there. Nobody was with me. I was all alone. Sitting on the floor and putting my head in between my knees I focused on my breathing and didn't register someone stroking my back.
"What was that all about? You haven't had a panic attack since you were 13." Ty asked and continued to rub my back.
"You weren't there." I cried and stood up. Everyone had left leaving just Ty and me in the room.
"Don't bother asking. I'm not going to tell you, you weren't there for anything. Not even when mom got sick. If you wont bring me home then show me my room." I huskily said while facing the wall, the effects of crying had taken a toll on my mind and body. Feeling constricted in my leotard and tights I just wanted to lay naked and cry.
"You will tell me, but until then follow me. I will have someone send up clothes so you can cover up. We will get you new ones, I know how important Ballet is to you." he said while walking ahead of me, the walls were all different colors of bright blue, orange, yellow, some of them were multicolored and some were covered in designs. The furniture was antique and old, but beautiful. It was as if old and modern had clashed to create something strange yet amazing. As Ty walked and we passed multiple people he slowly grew more relaxed and almost looked carefree. Something I hadn't seen for years.
"Here. It is the best one to suit you." he said and opened the door. The walls were beige with white trim and a cream carpet. It was extremely comfortable and big enough to support on person comfortably. Hearing the door close I turned to see nothing but wall and door. Walking towards the full bed I slowly began to take off my clothes until I stood in nothing but my thong. Sliding into the bed I let the tears fall, this was something so familiar that it hurt to think how broken I had become.