Are you worried about my well being, kid?

After 16 years:

-" Common, up..up...higher Magie! higher! more! The coach was screaming at me and her face was red from anger as some beets. She is the death of me. She is small and fat and her mouth bigger than her all body. But she knows how to do her job, just sometimes it looks that she hates me more than others. 

The sweat was dripping from my forehead and my legs were hurting after 8hours of training. I try to raise my leg as far as I can, then I jump in the air and spin around myself but I stumble from my other foot. 

-"Argh" Anger and tears showed in my eyes when I had landed on my butt.

-"What was that?! are you crying like a baby? Maggie, I have five-year-old girls who can do a better jump than you, pull yourself together! You are so pathetic," she says angrily and then laughs. It makes my blood boil quickly I stand up and with my raised head I continue my solo again m face is cold without any emotion. 

" Look your neck, use emotion, stop, stop, stop" She stopped the music with anger and began to criticize my movements with her raised hands in the air. I was looking at the huge wall made of a mirror, firstly to her then to myself. My feet almost burned. But it's the bread of dancers. And I understand that but today my pain is much stronger and I am talking not about my hurting feet.

"Are you hearing what I say to you Maggie wake up!" She screamed again and then snapped one's fingers above my eyes. 

"I am not an idiot, just change the music". I said to her calmly but my eyes burned with anger.

"-You know for a bad dancer even genitals prevent from good dancing" She switches on the song again.

-"I won't dance to this music". I stubbornly crossed my hands on my chest still defending myself from her. I tried not to show any emotion and it wasn't hard because I learned this from my father. Well from Jack, he is not my biological father. And as a father, he wasn't very good to me either because mostly he wasn't around. But I can not say that he didn't care about me. 

-"You know what princess? don't dance at all. "She took her bag with force and went angrily by the doors then stopped and looked at me. I still could see her in the mirror but I didn't turn to her, she was stick in my ass.

" The best you would do in life you will be a stripper or you will forever live from somebody's else money." And there we go again with her opinion about me that I'm  just a spoiled brat." You will never be a dancer Maggie Storm." She continued dropping her poisons on me.

"The fuck you know what I can do and what not". I said her calmy with a smile on my face. I was so angry that I was afraid of what I can do to her if she will speak to me like that.

-"Without respecting others you won't go far away." She stated, to me and without Jack's money, you won't either. I thought.

-"Supposedly you are talking from your experience." I defended myself still looking at the mirror and then heard the loud voice of the door which was almost raped from her touch. This was the last nerve of her which I touched and ripped into pieces. But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job.

I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized.  I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

   The coach wanted that me would dance on the stage to my mother's song.  I still remember her smile how she sang to me before bedtime. She repeated to me those words "you were my baby blue, baby blue, baby blue, I can't feel a thing without you". Those words were only left in my mind but I quickly searched the song on youtube until I found the right one.

My heart was trembling I was so afraid to forget her, that one day I will wake up and will forget her face as well as the words of this song but how can I remember I was so small.  Today is the day when my mother, Lilliana Storm died,  16 years ago, when I was 3 years old. I couldn't sit here on the floor and think about her death it's my birthday and I will give myself a present because at home there is nobody who will wish me a happy birthday. Jack is again on his trip and for me is forbidden to have parties or take somebody at home. Well, my father is a strange man and he has some rules 1. Don't bring to our home any boy or girl. 2. Don't drink or take any drugs. 3. All the time say with whom you are and where you are. 4. Never walk alone especially at night. You will think that it is normal most parents have those rules but the rules of Jack is different it is more complicated.  And believe me, you wouldn't want to see him angry. Oh yes, I forget to say some small thing about him that he is a vampire. And when he becomes angry it is a little bit scary. And I never wanted to make him angry not because I was afraid of him but I wanted that he would proud of me. 

 And of course the last his rule but not less important: never speak to a dead one. I asked him so many times to show me his powers or to teach something, but he all the time refused to open up to me. 

I even don't know his last name. At school, he wrote himself as Jack Only,- my father. It can't be his real surname.

I changed my clothes from black dance clothes with socks on my ankle into a huge sweater and leggings. I took my bag and went through the doors. The sun was almost down and I haven't had much time. I quickly ran to the shop in the corner of the street where was written on the bottom with huge red letters Manny's Ink. I pushed the doors and the bell rang. He was sitting on the chair and another man was still laying on the desk his back was faced to Manny. I noticed how muscular it was and felt as my cheeks quickly warmed. Manny was making huge black wolf on his back, the art was incredible. 

-"Hey girl can you wait 20 minutes I will finish soon" He was still talking without laying his eyes on me. I understood how is important his job and how much love he puts inside it. I have no time but didn't want sai it loud and to look rude in their eyes.

"-Sure", don't rush"... I smiled awkwardly, well it would better than the last words wouldn't go out from my mouth, I noticed how laying man sniffed the air, and my body tensed. Did I smell bad? Well, I know after dance I could and embarrassing colored my cheeks in dark red colour. I wanted to bury myself in the ground but just went to another small waiting room but of course, I had to stumble from the desk and some papers fell on the ground. 

-"Shit I am so sorry." Now both of them looked at me and began to stare at me but Manny had a warm smile on his face even if his body looked huge and all covered in tattoos at some point he looked scary but his eyes were warm, and from a man with the wolf tattoo came strange aura. He scared me. Manny was still keeping raised his tattoo machine above his back. But another man strangely sniffed again. What is wrong with him? From embarrassment, my blood boiled into anger. What is his problem?

- "Don't worry about that just leave it the way it is I will collect it later, there is some coffee machine if you want...maybe you could make me a latte too? On the desk, you will find some coins. " He said in a warm voice and with his free hand, he showed me the way, Did they wanted to get rid of me? I looked where he showed me and there were some curtains made of wood. I went through them but easily could hear what they whispered to each other. My hearing was abnormally good. But nobody knows that I kept this in secret even if many times I wanted to say this to Jack but why should I tell him something about myself when he never tells about his story to me.

-"What is wrong?" Manny asked. And I concentrated on their voice and tried to ignore the coffee machine which began to make a coffee.

- "I couldn't smell her," The guy said with brown hair and dark blue eyes, who had a new tattoo of a wolf.

- "She is normal, maybe that's why." Answered Manny and I couldn't help but felt panic.  They are talking strangely, they are talking like Jack. Are they vampires? No, it can't be they looked different? Their skin is more golden, it is like amber and Manny eats and drinks normal food. I saw that a few times.

-"Everybody has the smell of their skin and blood, Manny." I heard as he sniffed again. " She smells like a vampire." My eyes grew wide after his words and my hand began to shake as well as the cup at it.

-"That's ridiculous she...." Manny couldn't finish the last words as another man shushed him.

-"Wait, her heartbeat...She hears us," he said and I so wanted to turn around and look through those curtains I know that they are watching my back through it, for now, I can feel it. But I tried to calm my breathing and began to sing the song "Baby Blue". My eyes closed I concentrated on the song at the same time took another cup pushed the bottom latte and quietly sang my mother's song.

-"If someone asks my favorite color I’d say it’s blue endless sky I see above us blue/if someone asks my favorite color I’d say it’s blue like the sea I sail so long to see you/if suddenly the world would lose the color blue, the color blue would feel the same for me as when I lost you/" I sang in a whisper.

-"No she couldn't hear us from ther...." Again Manny's voice stopped in the middle of a sentence like he would be forced to not speak again but without poking of other man's voice. Maybe he shushed him without a voice but with movements, well I don't know because I couldn't see them. after some pause of silence, I heard that man's voice again kept singing at the same time but now a little bit louder and with confidence.

-"You were my baby blue, baby blue, baby blue, you, you were my baby blue, baby blue I can’t feel a thing without you" The coffee was done and the man now was talking loudly in knowing that I will hear him, so I stopped singing and turned around.

-"Well thanks Manny good job." They showed up both through those wooden curtains. The man with a new tattoo was still shirtless only with jeans he looked at his back in the mirror and then again at me. He was so full of himself and he again sniffed the air around me and this strange habit began to annoy me.

-"Are you going outside all naked? It is cold you know " I asked him in wanting to insult him but karma embarrassed me more than him.  He only laughed with his deep and low voice, I felt so angry with myself that I thought his voice was so sexy when I felt so small in talking with him.

-"Are you worried about my well-being kid?" He smiled sheepily, but those little dimples on his cheeks made me blush, or maybe that he flirted with me made me be lost in words when I tried to insult him, nice birthday I thought. I just rolled my eyes so hard because I didn't know what to say to him. 

-"You wish, and I am not a kid," I said in a whisper but it sounded so childish and I was happy that he couldn't hear it but he laughed now even louder.  So he had heard it, of course, he could, he said that he hears my heart beating, so couldn't he pass my words. 

-"Just ignore him." Manny said with a smile and wawed to him with his hand to go, a concerned look was in his eyes. Is he friends with my couch? It looks like they both think the same about me.

" -Kane can you please not scare my clients?" He said in an annoyed voice, but it looked that they were like old friends. There wasn't any tension between them.

"-Fine, fine I am going out," Kane said with a chuckle and slowly went by doors. I gave a latte for Manny and took myself a black one, I sipped the liquid slowly and turned my head to Kane again, he was standing by the door and still staring at me.

-"Ahm... Manny tried to recall me away from Kane so I turned my head to him again. "So Magie haven't you changed your mind? Do you really want a sleeping trap on your back?"

- "Yeah with two feathers, it is my birthday so it is a present from me to myself," I said to Manny, but I wanted so bad to turn around and to look at Kane again. And I did this. He was still standing by the door with his hand on it. It looked like he was frozen in this position. Was he waiting and listening for our conversation with Manny? From the glass of the door, he noticed how I am staring at him, and then he pushed the doors and got out.