Black Rose

"Black Rose." A thick Irish accent called out. I looked around nervously as the other girls whispered and stared at me. I looked over at the girl next to me. "Why is everyone whispering?" I asked. "You're the first girl Niall Horan has ever taken home." She said. "Niall Horan?" I asked. "He's the biggest High Roller here."


1. Kidnapped

                  "Five, six, seven, eight!!" My dance teacher commanded. "Pirouette!! Piqué!! Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant!!" She shouted. I got to the piqué but collapsed to the floor, my legs exhausted from five hours of practice. "Levez-vous, répétez! Ce n'était pas assez bon!" She screamed in french. Which means, 'Get up, do it again! That was not good enough!' She tends to speak French when she gets upset.

               "I've been practicing for five hours of practice!! Give me a break!!" I shouted. "World famous ballarinas to not 'get breaks' they work until their feet are bleeding!" She growled. "Go to hell!" I screamed, grabbing my stuff. She gasped and stomped her foot. "Do not come back!!" She screamed. "Good!! Julliard wanted me anyway bitch!" I said, storming into the lobby, where I saw my good friend, Aubrey.

               "Karah? What's up, I heard you and Ms. Miller screaming at each other." She said. "I'm going to Julliard, that bitch isn't doing anything for my career but work my eight hours a day for nothing." I said. "No, you can't go there!! That's all the way in New York!" She said. I shrugged and walked to the door. "I gotta do what I gotta do. And if moving to New York is what I have to do, then so be it." I said. "Will I see you before you go?" She asked, getting upset. "I don't know." I sighed. "I'm on a one way ticket out of this hell hole." I muttered.

               She ran up to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "You know, you're a bitch to do this to me." She said as I felt one of her tears fall on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, but this was my breaking point. I can't do it any more." I said. "I want a call, everyday." She cried softly. "I promise." I whispered. "Aubrey! Rehersal, NOW!" Ms. Miller shouted. "Coming!!" She said, rolling her eyes. I hugged her one last time before letting go. "Goodbye Aubrey." I waved. "Bye." She said holding back tears as I walked out of the studio for the last time.

               I walked down the alley and stopped to change out of my ballet flats and into my tennis shoes. I put in one of my head phones and continued to walk. I danced along with the music before hearing someone behind me. "Miss? Miss?" He said. I turned around and saw a man, about 35 years old standing there. "You dropped something." He said with a smirk as his fist collided with my face.

             I tensed with fear, not being able to scream or form words for that matter. "You dumbass, you know they don't like the girls beaten!! That's why we have this!!" Another man said putting a white cloth to my face. I became dizzy and kicked and tried to scream. "Have a nice nap." He smirked as I went unconsious. 


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