“What is this? Is this…” I stumble, trying to think why he would have all this. Maybe he doesn’t notice because he’s used to this. He’s standing there in only a pair of boxer briefs. It’s as if he doesn’t see what I’m seeing. I turn to look at Noah, who’s standing in the doorway to his office.
“Little star, I don’t like when you leave our bed when I’m still in it.” I’m surrounded by images of myself on a loop, playing over and over. I turn around to look at the other wall and see video clips of me dancing on them. One screen shows a feed of the area outside my bedroom, and most of the others show different angles of the dance studio. The screens fill up with various security feeds, each panel showing a different area of the house. I hit a button and all of them come on at once. “What the hell?” I grab one and walk over to the TVs and try to turn one on. I start pulling more and more off the shelves and see each are dated, every day in order, going back to two months ago. I pull one out and see a date scrawled on the cover. Who needs this many TVs? I walk over to one of the shelves next to the TV monitors and see rows and rows of DVD cases with my name on them. Both walls to the right and left are covered in flat-screen TVs. A giant black desk sits in front for the three large windows overlooking the water. When I get to the thick black doors, I turn the knob and it opens. As I walk, I think about how I don’t recall Elina ever pointing out a bedroom for him. The one place I know Noah spends all his time. The house is completely silent as I make my way through it. Home Insurance Coverage: A Detailed Guide I don’t even know if he knows anything about training, the more I think on it. In fact, I’ve never even heard him talk about it other than to tell me to do what I wanted. He hasn’t taught me anything about dance. For all I know, he teaches a new girl every year. Or was I just a toy like I heard that woman say? Just one of many. He couldn’t get deep enough inside me to sate his need. Will he still look at me like he did when he’d taken me over and over? As if he wouldn’t get enough of me. Who knows what will happen when he wakes up and we face what we did today. But now the only attention I want is his, and he doesn’t belong to me.
When I didn’t get it there, I fought to be the best in my dance classes, wanting everyone’s approval.
That she would want to be around me, love me. First from my mom, thinking she’d love how good I dance and would praise me for once. I didn’t know how right he was until the words passed his lips. He talked to me in a way no one ever has-dirty things about me wanting people to watch me, that I craved that attention.
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