He just hit her…
Oh my God.
In that moment I realize something, I’ve seen this before. My father has done something like this before.
Just then, my father looks up, craning his neck out like he’s trying to see something. Is he looking for me? Can he see me? Shit!
In that moment, he turns around and walks out of the room. I’m tempted to go back and bang at the door and demand that Nicky let me in, but I see her sitting up straight, and she looks in my direction and shakes her head, waving her hand for me to go.
With tears running down my cheeks and a numbness I know I won’t be able to shake falling over me, I turn around and run, leaving behind everything.
The woman who raised me is dead.
My birth mother loves me.
My father is a monster.
And I… I’m alone.
I run down to the beach but when I get there, I’m hit by this sense of heavy dread, and I come to a stop. I can’t breathe.
I clutch my throat with one hand and start clawing at my chest with the other. I feel like I’m being weighed down. It’s the bag!
I quickly pull it off me, throwing it as far away from me as I can as I pant for breath. I double over, my heart racing wildly.
Why am I running? I can’t leave Nicky in there with my father.
What exactly is going on here?
Nancy is gone…
I gasp and tears start running down my face. I have no idea what time it is but when I hear Julian calling my name, my heart stops. I try to pretend like I didn’t hear him as Courtney’s words and Nicky’s warning ring clear in my head, but Julian doesn’t care.
He ambles over to me with Cole right behind him with an apologetic look on his face. There’s so much mistrust in me right now but I know that anything I do or say right now might put Nicky in danger, so I school my features as best as I can and listen as Julian tears me apart, shredding my broken heart into a million pieces with his drunken slur.
Everything he says washes over me like water off a duck. It doesn’t stick, but it sinks in for some reason.
“You’re corroding…”
Nancy’s dead.
“Your heart is already corroded, empty, rotten…”
“Run Mia!”
“I fucking love you, Mia and you know what? I wish I didn’t,” he shouts, stopping my heart.
I look up into his eyes, the darkness closing in on me and realize one thing, this is the last time I’m ever going to see his gorgeous face. The last I’m going to be around his magnetic pull but the feeling that’s swirling through my veins, tightening my insides, pulsing through my core as an aching coldness freezes my heart…that’s hate.
He says he loves me, but his actions and those of his family prove otherwise.
So, when he turns away and walks away from me, not bothering to look back, I know, I’ll never be able to kiss him again.
SCANDAL! BALLET QUEEN, NANCY MONTAGUE LIED ABOUT HER HEALTH AND FINANCIAL STATUS.
Heartbreaking news today from the world of dance. Beloved darling and one of the greatest benefactors of ballet, the graceful Nancy Montague, a prima ballerina that shook the world when she first started dancing , is reported to be terminally ill.
Leaked medical reports have shown that Nancy was diagnosed with ALS three years ago—but never came out publicly about her deteriorating health.
A reliable source close to the Montagues has assured us that the situation is really bad. Nancy’s health seems to have worsened over a very short period of time and now, it won’t be long until Nancy Montague has to take her final bow. It just won’t be on her beloved stage where she enchanted the world with her unmatched dance skills.
But the question now is, why didn’t she come out with this? Is it because she wanted to guarantee her royalties? Or did her pride get in the way? Which is such a shame, she could have been a great ambassador for the ALS community.
Young ballerinas, pay attention, this is not the way to go. Lies will stain a good legacy but as we might remember, that’s not all the skeletons the queen of ballet has in her now dusty closet.
NANCY MONTAGUE, A MODERN EXAMPLE OF DISHONESTY IN THE WORLD OF DANCE.
This is not the first time the coveted world of dance has had a scandal or two, but this is the first we’ve heard of a reigning queen who doesn’t know when to be upfront about her health issues all in the name of keeping her crown.
It’s broken, Nancy, let the young ones have their turn now. We do wish you well in your fight against ALS.
NANCY MONTAGUE’S SECRETS & UNFORTUNATE ENDING
Nancy Montague and her husband of thirteen years, Nathan Montague, are rumored to have divorced after the family filed for bankruptcy. A source in Palos Verdes, where the couple made their home, has confirmed that Nathan was unemployed for quite a while, even though he’s a lawyer.
But one has to wonder, what ever happened to the Montague family assets? It is also reported that Nathan abandoned his sick ex-wife and only child, a daughter, Mia Montague, for greener pastures.
This, my dear readers, is an unfortunate modern-day reminder for all you ugly ducklings that the clock will strike midnight sooner or later for even the most beautiful. And the fairytale—though elaborate and untouchable it is—will come to a bitter end.
Take a bow, Nancy. My condolences to the daughter. I hope she’s nothing like her parents.
5
The next morning…
She’s not gone.
She’s going to come back.
She has to come back to me.
I silently repeat the useless affirmations to myself, but the roaring of my blood rushing in my veins says otherwise.
The truth is, she IS gone, and it might as well be all my fault.
I said some things last night that I shouldn’t have, combine that with the fact that my Little Minx had just lost the woman she’s called her mother all her life, kind of puts me in another Facebook group for Cold, Heartless Assholes Unlimited.
But running? Mia would make the devil run with one of her perfectly executed sweet but fake smiles that made her eyes harden yet sparkle all at the same time. She was the stuff most didn’t want to mess with. She was strong and all this time I believed she’d be the one to make me run with her sharp tongue, not the other way round.
This doesn’t match her character. Right?
“It just doesn’t make any sense,” I grit out, gripping my hair so tight I might tear it out. I remember the way she ran her delicate fingers through my hair, her aquamarine eyes so intense like a liquid blue fire as I fucked her, my dick pounding into her tight pussy over and over again. How could we go from fucking—no, making love—to this?
“I know, man,” Cole says solemnly. “Liam isn’t taking this well.”
“He’s angry as hell with me.”
“Don’t do that,” Cole warns. “Don’t blame yourself, we don’t know what happened.”
“Yes, we fucking do. I said some shit to her when she needed me to hold her. She needed me and I…”
I drove her away. Added firewood to that burning inferno in her head that tells her she’s unwanted and unloved. And now she’s out there. All alone.
“Listen man, for all we know, she just went out for a drive. I mean, her car is gone, her room is still intact, nothing seems to be missing.”