Private Dancer
Prologue
I held my ballet slippers under my arm as I used both of my hands to turn the lock and open the door to my house. Once I open the door, the warm air hits me making my body feel good, since it was basically zero degrees outside.
"Dad!" I yell, while entering the living room in search for him. My mom moved away when I was a baby and left me with him, my dad.
"Daddy!" I yelled once again as I begun to walk upstairs. My eyes roamed the hallways in search for my dad once again, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he's still at work.
I shrugged it off, and walked into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. I instantly walked into my bathroom to take a shower so I could clean myself up after a very exhausting, tiring day auditioning.
I looked at myself in the mirror while I pulled the scrunchie out, letting my messy brunet hair fall around my face onto my shoulders. As I began to pull my arms over my head to take my shirt off for the shower, I realized there wasn't any soap in the bathroom.
I sighed deeply as I pulled my shirt back down onto my body and exited the bathroom. I walked out of my bedroom and jogged downstairs into the kitchen, where my father always kept the new bars of soap that we haven't opened yet.
Once I walked into the kitchen, I immediately stopped in my tracks once I saw my father sitting down on the kitchen chair, staring directly at me. Oh, he's here.
I gave my dad a genuine smile as I walked over to the cabinet, opening it up and grabbed the pack of dove soap.
"Where have you been Camilla?" He said, still staring at me. I closed the cabinet normally, and sat the pack of soap onto the counter so I was facing my dad.
"Out..." I said, not looking up at him.
"And where would out be?" I knew where he was going, it wasn't hard to tell.
"I was at a dance audition dad." I said, rolling my eyes. I grabbed the dove soap off the counter and began to walk upstairs so I can avoid the argument that was soon to happen between my dad and me. I was instantly stopped when I felt his tight grasp around my upper arm pulling me toward him.
"Didn't I tell you not to go to that stupid dance stuff anymore!?" He yelled into my face. I forcefully pulled my arm away from him.
"You need to be focusing on going to college for law! Not for damn dan-" I immediately cut him off, so he could listen to what I have to say.
"No daddy! I don't want to become a lawyer! I don't want to be in the law field! I want to dance! I love to dance!" I replied back trying to justify why I'm right in this situation.
"Your wasting away your future for some stupid stuff that's not going to get you paid in the long run."
"That's the thing! I don't care! I don't care if it doesn't get me paid! As long as I'm happy dancing, I'm fine!" I yelled, annoyed. We go through this all the time, but after awhile, you get fed up with it.
"You know what, do what you want! Dance! Become a exotic dancer and a hoe just like all the other little girls who want to become unnecessary, unimportant, bad things! Just like you!" Tears filled my eyes as he said those words to me. Does he really think that low of me? His own daughter?
"Why can't you be fucking happy for me?! I love to dance! It's my passion! Just like what you love to do, I love to dance! Why can't you just support me like a real father should and like mom would !" That then, right when I said those words, I felt a sharp pain forcefully onto my cheek. My eyes shut closed as I winced in pain, trying to process what's happening in my head.
As I opened my eyes, my hand flew to my throbbing cheek. My bottom lip trembled in fear as I looked up at the man I called my father. His eyes showed much sorrow as he stepped closer to me little by little.
I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to do. So I ran, I ran upstairs into my room. I immediately grabbed the closest bag I could find as tears flew down my cheeks and blurred my eyes.
I quickly grabbed clothes from my draws and closet and I listened to my fathers voice from the other side of the door, pleading for me to open it so we could 'talk.' I didn't reply to any of what my dad was saying to me. I had a mission, a mission to get out of this house and far away from him.
"Please Camilla, open up." He said, banging on my bedroom door. I zipped my bag up, as I attempted to wipe away the tears that were staining my cheeks. As I opened the door to my bedroom, I watched as my dad looked down at me with sad filled eyes.
"Cami-"
"I'm leaving. I don't need to be around this." I said instantly, cutting him off. I moved swiftly passed him as I ran downstairs with him right on my heels asking me numerous questions. As I got to the front door, I looked back at my dad who was standing right next to me.
"Where are you going to go?" He said with a cracky voice.
"I'm leaving. I don't know where yet. But I can't be around this. I'm sorry, but I have to go." Right then, I looked down at my feet as I opened the front door and stormed out, leaving my father in the doorway, shouting my name. I ignored him as I walked to my car.
I quickly hopped in and started the engine forcefully, driving away and getting away from him and this house. Both of my hands gripped the steering wheel, as tears poured down my face making my vision blurry.
I grabbed my sleeve and wiped my eyes enough to I was able to see where I was driving. As I stopped at a red light, I grabbed my phone out of my bag and scanned through my contacts for anyone I could call.
There was no one who I really felt comfortable with about these type of things, except for one person... Perrie.
I held the phone close to my ear as I listened to the ringing, biting my lip in hope that she'll pick up. Once I felt her voice, a bit of relief and a bit of happiness immediately filled my body.
Perrie: hey cam. What's up?
Just by the sound of her voice, made me cry even harder.
Perrie: Camilla? What's wrong? Did something happen?
I didn't have the strength to answer her. My mind was a mess.
Perrie: Camilla!? What's wrong!? Where are you!? Why aren't you answering me!?
She yelled frantically. I pulled myself together so I was able to speak properly so I wouldn't sound like I was hiccuping while I spoke.
Me: I'll b- be o- o- over th- there in a s- second.
Perrie: no you won't! Stop and I'll come and pick you up! Will get your car later! Where are you!?
I pulled my car over into the parking lot of CVS as I laid my head on the steering wheel trying to comprehend what just happened.
Me: in fr- front of the cvs. Si- six blo- bl- blocks from your ho- house.
Perrie: alright, just hold on. I'm on my way.
"Dad!" I yell, while entering the living room in search for him. My mom moved away when I was a baby and left me with him, my dad.
"Daddy!" I yelled once again as I begun to walk upstairs. My eyes roamed the hallways in search for my dad once again, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he's still at work.
I shrugged it off, and walked into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. I instantly walked into my bathroom to take a shower so I could clean myself up after a very exhausting, tiring day auditioning.
I looked at myself in the mirror while I pulled the scrunchie out, letting my messy brunet hair fall around my face onto my shoulders. As I began to pull my arms over my head to take my shirt off for the shower, I realized there wasn't any soap in the bathroom.
I sighed deeply as I pulled my shirt back down onto my body and exited the bathroom. I walked out of my bedroom and jogged downstairs into the kitchen, where my father always kept the new bars of soap that we haven't opened yet.
Once I walked into the kitchen, I immediately stopped in my tracks once I saw my father sitting down on the kitchen chair, staring directly at me. Oh, he's here.
I gave my dad a genuine smile as I walked over to the cabinet, opening it up and grabbed the pack of dove soap.
"Where have you been Camilla?" He said, still staring at me. I closed the cabinet normally, and sat the pack of soap onto the counter so I was facing my dad.
"Out..." I said, not looking up at him.
"And where would out be?" I knew where he was going, it wasn't hard to tell.
"I was at a dance audition dad." I said, rolling my eyes. I grabbed the dove soap off the counter and began to walk upstairs so I can avoid the argument that was soon to happen between my dad and me. I was instantly stopped when I felt his tight grasp around my upper arm pulling me toward him.
"Didn't I tell you not to go to that stupid dance stuff anymore!?" He yelled into my face. I forcefully pulled my arm away from him.
"You need to be focusing on going to college for law! Not for damn dan-" I immediately cut him off, so he could listen to what I have to say.
"No daddy! I don't want to become a lawyer! I don't want to be in the law field! I want to dance! I love to dance!" I replied back trying to justify why I'm right in this situation.
"Your wasting away your future for some stupid stuff that's not going to get you paid in the long run."
"That's the thing! I don't care! I don't care if it doesn't get me paid! As long as I'm happy dancing, I'm fine!" I yelled, annoyed. We go through this all the time, but after awhile, you get fed up with it.
"You know what, do what you want! Dance! Become a exotic dancer and a hoe just like all the other little girls who want to become unnecessary, unimportant, bad things! Just like you!" Tears filled my eyes as he said those words to me. Does he really think that low of me? His own daughter?
"Why can't you be fucking happy for me?! I love to dance! It's my passion! Just like what you love to do, I love to dance! Why can't you just support me like a real father should and like mom would !" That then, right when I said those words, I felt a sharp pain forcefully onto my cheek. My eyes shut closed as I winced in pain, trying to process what's happening in my head.
As I opened my eyes, my hand flew to my throbbing cheek. My bottom lip trembled in fear as I looked up at the man I called my father. His eyes showed much sorrow as he stepped closer to me little by little.
I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to do. So I ran, I ran upstairs into my room. I immediately grabbed the closest bag I could find as tears flew down my cheeks and blurred my eyes.
I quickly grabbed clothes from my draws and closet and I listened to my fathers voice from the other side of the door, pleading for me to open it so we could 'talk.' I didn't reply to any of what my dad was saying to me. I had a mission, a mission to get out of this house and far away from him.
"Please Camilla, open up." He said, banging on my bedroom door. I zipped my bag up, as I attempted to wipe away the tears that were staining my cheeks. As I opened the door to my bedroom, I watched as my dad looked down at me with sad filled eyes.
"Cami-"
"I'm leaving. I don't need to be around this." I said instantly, cutting him off. I moved swiftly passed him as I ran downstairs with him right on my heels asking me numerous questions. As I got to the front door, I looked back at my dad who was standing right next to me.
"Where are you going to go?" He said with a cracky voice.
"I'm leaving. I don't know where yet. But I can't be around this. I'm sorry, but I have to go." Right then, I looked down at my feet as I opened the front door and stormed out, leaving my father in the doorway, shouting my name. I ignored him as I walked to my car.
I quickly hopped in and started the engine forcefully, driving away and getting away from him and this house. Both of my hands gripped the steering wheel, as tears poured down my face making my vision blurry.
I grabbed my sleeve and wiped my eyes enough to I was able to see where I was driving. As I stopped at a red light, I grabbed my phone out of my bag and scanned through my contacts for anyone I could call.
There was no one who I really felt comfortable with about these type of things, except for one person... Perrie.
I held the phone close to my ear as I listened to the ringing, biting my lip in hope that she'll pick up. Once I felt her voice, a bit of relief and a bit of happiness immediately filled my body.
Perrie: hey cam. What's up?
Just by the sound of her voice, made me cry even harder.
Perrie: Camilla? What's wrong? Did something happen?
I didn't have the strength to answer her. My mind was a mess.
Perrie: Camilla!? What's wrong!? Where are you!? Why aren't you answering me!?
She yelled frantically. I pulled myself together so I was able to speak properly so I wouldn't sound like I was hiccuping while I spoke.
Me: I'll b- be o- o- over th- there in a s- second.
Perrie: no you won't! Stop and I'll come and pick you up! Will get your car later! Where are you!?
I pulled my car over into the parking lot of CVS as I laid my head on the steering wheel trying to comprehend what just happened.
Me: in fr- front of the cvs. Si- six blo- bl- blocks from your ho- house.
Perrie: alright, just hold on. I'm on my way.
Notes
~MyLifeLineHello people! I felt like making a new story and I co authoring with an amazingly talented writer!
AliceRose
yay! So will both be updating a writing this story together :) hope you liked:D
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I love this so much! Hopefully Kendall backs off for good.
7/28/16