VANESSAMy ballet partner held me in the air with both of his hands fanned out on my stomach for support. Wesley's arms were a little shaky trying to hold me in the air in a steady position, but thankfully he hadn't dropped me yet.The lift that Wesley was nervous about we paid the most attention to, practising it over and over again. Even after rehearsals were finished we continued going because we both wanted to give it our best. We were both adamant to get it right. Our choreographer Mags watched on as we finished our routine, keeping in mind the many mistakes that I'm sure she's going to bombard us with any minute now. I wasn't in the mood to be quite honest. "Okay, Guys. I think we'll leave it at that for the day. I'm tired just watching you two."Mags said and we stopped what we were doing."I know you both put in a lot of hard work, but we need more of that."I nodded my head slowly taking the opportunity to catch my breath. I agreed, of course, we weren't our best today. But w
VANESSAI woke to hear the sound of banging from my kitchen and I lifted my head off my pillow. It was one of those mornings where I longed to stay in bed until evening with my duvet and coffee refills until wine time. All of which was needed in my life right now. The space beside me was empty and going by the banging I heard from the kitchen, I'm guessing Jeremy is in there making breakfast. I reached across and looked at my alarm clock. "6:30"I groaned and lay back looking up at the ceiling. I have to be at the studio at 8. Having him here was like having a backup alarm clock in case my actual alarm fails me. Jeremy never does. He's an early riser... I like that about him. I like that he's making the effort to say at my apartment too, even though he'd rather be at the mansion sleeping in expensive Egyptian cotton sheets and having his maid make his meals and wash his clothes. Here he has to do that for himself. I heard footsteps down the hallway and I sat up in bed moving my han
JEREMYFunerals I've never been fond of. Sitting in a church for an hour or two listening to a priest talk about things that I have no interest in hearing... That's a nightmare to me. But I'll suffer through it for her. I've never been religious. My mother is, she would always try to force it upon me growing up, as mothers tend to do with everything. The funerals I attended were of Grandparents and friends of my parents, and some of my Aunts and Uncles too. None of which were like today. I've seen funerals be both sad and joyous at times, talking fond and happy memories of the deceased. One last party to see the person off. Colin's funeral was grim from start to finish because everyone here knew that he didn't have a peaceful death, he suffered, and he wasn't ready to die. He was murdered.Like I said — today was different.Vanessa intertwined her fingers with mine as we walked away from the grave. She asked me this morning not to hold her hand or kiss her in front of his family. Gi
MICHAELI was sitting on the couch in my living area in thought of what to do. My heart was beating rapidly still, despite some time had passed since the incident. What the fuck was I thinking?Well, I wasn't thinking, that's the problem here. But he was getting in my way so In that moment I didn't have any other choice but to stop him. If Colin told Vanessa that I invited him into my apartment for a drink and I told him everything I knew about Austin and her... well she would lose the little trust she has in me.I can't have that happen. I've worked too hard for this. We belong together — she just needs some convincing that I've changed and I'm the right man for her. I can be better this time she just has to give me a chance. "Can you just untie me?"Colin asked. "I can't."I looked at him tied to a kitchen chair by his legs and arms. I know how to tie a good knot, I used to go fishing with my neighbour bill when I was in my teens. It feels like a lifetime ago now. "Yes you can, un
MICHAEL I was sitting on the couch in my living area in thought of what to do. My heart was beating rapidly still, despite some time had passed since the incident. What the fuck was I thinking? Well, I wasn't thinking, that's the problem here. But he was getting in my way so In that moment I didn't have any other choice but to stop him. If Colin told Vanessa that I invited him into my apartment for a drink and I told him everything I knew about Austin and her... well she would lose the little trust she has in me. I can't have that happen. I've worked too hard for this. We belong together — she just needs some convincing that I've changed and I'm the right man for her. I can be better this time she just has to give me a chance. "Can you just untie me?"Colin asked. "I can't."I looked at him tied to a kitchen chair by his legs and arms. I know how to tie a good knot, I used to go fishing with my neighbour bill when I was in my teens. It feels like a lifetime ago now. "Yes you c
VANESSAThe make-up artist applied blusher to Natashaʼs cheeks as she stood in front of her. She was sat on a high stool with the morning light coming in through the hotel suite window, completely in her element being pampered like a bride should on her wedding day. Yet she didn't look happy -- at least not like I expected she would on her wedding day. Maybe the nerves are setting in with only a couple of hours left until she walks down the Isle. Natasha has been acting weird all morning though. "Are you getting nervous?"I asked."Because you look pretty nervous."Natasha chuckled and tried not to move her face. "A little. I've been dreaming of this day since I was like five, so it's safe to say my expectations for today are pretty high.""You're allowed to have high expectations... it's your wedding day. Today is going to be perfect I just know it. From what I remember of mine, it was nothing like I imagined it would."In my eyes she's incredibly lucky. Natasha is having the wedding
VANESSA "Vanessa... Vanessa..."That's what I faintly heard Jeremy say as he tried to pull me out of my trans-like state, but I could barely hear him... I couldn't focus on what was going on around me. All I could think about was their words. Everything was playing over and over again in my mind and I was trying to understand it... The new truth! That night years ago is going to turn my life upside down until the day I die, I just know it. "Vanessa... talk to me."Jeremy said in a quite calming tone and I looked at him. I was unsure of what to do or what to even say. What does one do in a situation like this? What is the right thing to do? "I'm so sorry, Vanessa."Ollie started."Please... We should talk about this. You need to listen to what I have to say. This was an accident..."Why... Why do I need to listen to what he has to say? Years after the car accident I find out the truth... for so long I believed something else and for over a year of my life, I believed that Jeremy was
VANESSA"Okay, Guys. Let's leave it at that for today."Mags shouted to get our attention and we stopped."I think I've worked you hard enough for one day."I braced my hands on my hips and took a moment to catch my breath. We've been going at it for hours now, not that I minded. Dancing has always been my therapy when I have a lot on my mind."So how were we?"I asked while wiping the sweat from my brow.Mags looked up from her IPad and grinned at me and Wesley."Honestly... You guys were perfect." She said and I felt instant relief."Do it exactly like that on Saturday night and the Talent agent will lose his mind.""Talent agent..."Wesley repeated in surprise."You didn't mention that to us.""I wasn't sure if it would happen, these hot shots don't give people the time of day unless you give a little push. I pushed and they're coming."She chuckled."Anyway, I sent them a video of you rehearsing and they're very interested."Mags turned her iPad to face us with the email pulled up."They seem