Equal Ice

I’m a performer, but I don’t act on a regular stage. I dress up in costumes, but I don’t play a character. My stage isn’t one in a theater; it’s clean slick ice at a rink. I don’t play a character, I’m just myself. Sometimes on the ice though, I feel like I’m someone else. Someone who is graceful and beautiful, it’s still me though, just a different side of me. A side that I like much more than my everyday self. Ice skating is much more work than people may think though, and some people don’t consider it a sport. It’s not as extreme as hockey for example. I may not look very tough, but I can accelerate faster than the guys on the racetrack. I take harder impacts than a rider being thrown from a bull. And I handle more G-Force than a fighter pilot. So why just be extreme, when you can be extremely graceful.

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99. Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Gabrielle’s POV

Harry and I both decided to get to bed awhile after his aunt went to sleep. We had been in the living room, watching TV for a while, but we both were getting pretty bored. I couldn’t think of anything really to say to him, and I knew that he really wanted to know more about what all happened with my dad tonight, but I of course didn’t feel like talking about it.

The guest room that I was staying in was very small, most likely the smallest room in the house. I didn’t mind though, I wasn’t expecting it to be very big. I was just grateful that I didn’t have to stay in the same house as my dad tonight and that I was staying here because Harry’s aunt is so nice.

Lately I had been going to sleep right away, but now because of this incident, I’m back to having trouble falling asleep. I just couldn’t get my mind to stop keeping my up. I soon gave up on trying to get any sleep and I just lay on my back just started at the dark room that surrounded me.

My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark already, but I was just staring at the ceiling so it didn’t really matter if I could see anything or not. I checked the time on the digital alarm clock that was on the bedside table in here, and I calculated the hours between the time it was now and the time that I had to get up, and I probably had about five or six hours until I usually needed to be up.

Then I remembered that I probably had twenty or thirty extra minutes to sleep in this time since Bella wasn’t going to be picking me up. I usually had to get up earlier since Bella’s practice started a bit before mine so they had to pick me up early to get Bella there on time.

Either way I had a long time ahead of me of just staring at the ceiling.

I probably should send Bella a text to let her know that her and her mom didn’t have to pick me up tomorrow. I didn’t want to in convenience them by having them go to my house for nothing tomorrow. Also I didn’t want either of them to have to call my dad to ask where I was because I didn’t need up telling them anything about tonight because it’s none of their business.

This was all Bella’s mom’s fault anyway so she didn’t need to be anymore involved in this. I knew my dad was going to find out anyway, but still, I just wish I would’ve had more of a warning of when he was going to find out, but I knew the only way I would’ve had that was if I told him myself, then I would’ve known exactly when he was going to find out obviously.

I knew it was late, but I went ahead and grabbed my phone to send Bella a text for her to see in the morning. When I picked up my phone from the side table, I saw that I had a text from my dad on the screen. I was a bit surprised that he even texted me, but when I read the text it made since why he did.

A small part of me was hoping that maybe he would text me asking if we could just civilly talk about this tomorrow and that he would listen to me, or at least something along those lines. Of course he didn’t text that, the text he sent was just him asking where I was. He added an exclamation point to the end of the text so it was clear that he was still angry.

He sent the text around an hour ago, but I went ahead and responded telling him that I would be home after practice tomorrow. I wasn’t sure if that was one hundred percent true, but I guess I’d see how I felt tomorrow. I knew I had to go back at some point, but I knew that I could also come back to Harry’s house tomorrow. I knew I couldn’t stay the night again though because Harry’s aunt will start asking questions as to why I wasn’t staying at my own house.

I remembered that either way tomorrow I would have to wait at the rink for a few hours since Harry was my ride and he still had practice after me. I continued just to sit and think about tomorrow until I heard a light knock at my door.

I sat up a bit and watched as the door began to open slightly.

“Gabrielle?” I heard someone whisper, “Are awake?”

I concluded that the voice was Harry’s, and I was assured when I saw his head peeking out from the other side of the door.

“I’m awake,” I confirmed to him, and he now fully opened the door to walk in and closed it behind him.

“Sorry if I woke you up,” he said, “I just kept worrying about you,”

I smiled at him, even though he might not have been able to see me since it was dark in here, as he came and sat down at the edge of the bed.

“You’re fine, I haven’t been able to get any sleep,” I told him.

“Neither could I,” he said, “Well I fell asleep for about an hour or so, but then I woke up and now I can’t get back to sleep,” he added, and I nodded, again forgetting that he might not be able to me right now, but not bothering to say something instead. 

“Do you, um, want to stay in here?” I nervously suggested.

Even though it was dark in here, I could still see him smile a bit, so he might've been able to see me.

“Let’s just home my aunt doesn’t decide to come in here,” he joked, and then I pulled back the covers for him and he climbed to the other side of the bed.

I pulled the covers back up and he both lay down in the bed.

After a few minutes of silence, I decided that he had probably fallen asleep already, whereas I was still here, wide wake, staring at the clock and counting down the minutes until I had to wake up, or in my case just get up since I was already awake.

A few moments later though, I felt Harry’s arm wrap around me as he pulled me closer to him. I soon felt myself starting to fall asleep and relax in my newfound comfort.

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