Aurora's Secrets

"Did you not hear me!?"Aurora blinked dazedly, gently prying her mother's claw-like nails away from her face. The stern woman's eyes only narrowed further,She cleared her throat and tugged the hem of her jacket to conceal the angry red bands around her wrist, "I went to practice and Professor Ken asked me to help her move some stuff to the storage room." Aurora watched as her mother regarded her carefully, she was sure the woman was calculating if her story was genuine. She tugged harder at her jacket, praying that they hid the marks away from her mother's sharp gaze,When she opened her mouth, Aurora's breathing hitched, her fingers balling into tight fists,"I don't know why you bother with measly activities like that, you should focus more on perfecting your dance skills rather than helping teachers move boxes," She spat in a disgusted tone, causing Aurora to let out a quiet breath of relief,At least her mother believed her, this time.However, the woman wasn't done yet. She sh

"This," He pointed at a spot on the side of her neck and she touched the area, wincing at the soreness, "Did you get a hickey from dancing?" She paled at the question and his smirk widened. Her fingers fell from her neck, their eyes met and she saw a dangerous glimmer in his."I don't know what you're talking about." She took a step back, tugging her collar to cover the spot, "Get out of my room." Although her heart was racing with trepidation, she tried her best to maintain a calm facade as she motioned towards the door,"I wonder what your mother would say if she saw that mark on your neck," He sneered, picking up another perfume bottle. She couldn't talk. Her mind went completely blank.Evan laughed again, a malicious sound that sent chills through her bone, "I'm positive she'll go berserk. Maybe even break a bone or two." He took a step forward, trailing circles around the spot on her neck, "Will you be able to keep your position as prima ballerina if you lose your legs?"Terro

Her fingers drummed against the wheel pensively, she twisted around checking the street again but there was no sign of him. Aurora puffed out a breath and buried a shaky hand into her hair.After she'd made the call to Ryan, he'd asked her to meet him at the 'Butcher's Place'. It was a strange name and the place was even stranger, the street was patrolled by dodgy-looking people and she had to roll up her windows completely, thanking the stars for the first time that they were tinted.She checked the time on her wristwatch and sighed again. Calvin would be calling her anytime soon. Doubt began to creep into her mind, maybe this was a sign that she needed to stay away from him, Now that her head was not so foggy with emotions, she could think straight. Aurora still didn't know how Evan got his information on her but her biggest bet was that the creep was spying on her. The thought sent a shudder down her spine,She had to get out of here, and fast. She sat up straight and slipped the

The sound of soft classical music filled the air, the dance instructor was moving from barre to barre, inspecting them with stern eyes,"...now reverse. rise and test your balance," His voice echoed loudly, and they followed his instructions, "Open to first, Repeat with a second and finish off with a four-count side bend, right, left. And a nice full rond de corps." She let her eyes flutter close, allowing her body to take control of the steps, dancing ballet was the only thing she was grateful to her mother for. It was like she was another person entirely when she danced, in that moment, her body was no longer hers. It moved and flowed with the emotions evoked by the music being played. She didn't feel like a caged bird anymore. She was free to spread her wings and fly."No, no, no. You're getting it wrong, Louisa. Drop the hip." Her eyes flew open as the music stopped, flitting in the direction of the instructor. He had a disapproving look on his face as he glared down at the

"No, that color is too bright. Next one!" The costume designer nodded, moving towards the clothing rack to select another dress. Her mother leaned forward, brushing the hairs on her eyebrow gently,"I'm not satisfied with the makeup." Aurora blew out a breath. The woman was never satisfied with anything. This was the third time tonight that she was doing her makeup, her mother either had a problem with the contour or the shade of foundation used. Aurora was exhausted, at the rate they were going, she was bound to fall asleep at the gala."You look older and the lipstick is too bold, I think we should-""Decide on the clothes you want me to wear so that they can match my makeup?" She cut in hastily, trying hard to contain the anger bubbling inside her chat. Her mother froze mid-speech, jaw hanging slack. "That's actually a good idea."She breathed out as her mother disappeared behind the curtains, giving her the quiet time she longed for. Aurora sank into the chair, resting the nape