Author's Note

Any predictions before you start reading?

This chapter includes abuse and sexual abuse (you can skip this chapter if you want)

Maddison Brooks

I thought I woke up with the sun but after laying in the big hotel bed I came to realize it wasn't the case even if it could of been the sun. Moans from the hotel room next to me had woken me up.

"Trevor!"

Hell nah, nope. Absolutely not.

Hurrying on the clothes from yesterday to get out of my room and the sounds from the couple  in the hotel room next to mine.
Giving the mirror a fast look before taking my purse, walking out of my hotel room. Locking the door after myself before putting the key in the purse and walking against the stairs instead of the elevator like last night.

Two reasons.

1) I work off what I ate last night.

2) Don't wanna run into someone that I don't like.

Walking down the stairs while opening the site for the competition to see once again where everything is and when to start also what time I need to be ready for the scholarship dance.

Every step echoed through the stone walls, my white crocs giving out a crack for every time the back slaps against my heel. Pushing the door up to the empty lobby except for the people that work here and a few guests that was doing to the restaurant inside the same building, to get breakfast.
I sent a text in Kiron, Neva and mine group chat saying that I'm taking breakfast if they wanna eat together even if it still is early morning; 7.28 am to be exact, before pushing my phone into the right pocket of my sweats.

The voices from the people already sitting by the tables, eating breakfast was something I could hear before I even sat a foot inside the restaurant. As I walked in the smell of bacon, egg, yoghurt, fruit; short way of saying it, a typical hotel breakfast, hit me.

Grabbing one of the many white plates from one of the tables and started looking around for a place to start. Walking up to one of the tables that had different kinds of bread and toppings. Taking some dark bread, placing some butter on it and a slice of cheese. Continuing walking between the tables that were all filled with breakfast so everyone could enjoy their meals.
Yet I could still hear and see Trevors looks at me when I looked down on my filled plate.

Stop, he is just an ex you don't need to care what he thinks anymore. I tried to tell myself as I sat down on a chair to eat.

A few minutes with my ex and it felt like he wasn't my ex. It felt like when we where together and he judged me for everything.

Yet, I still believe that whatever he have done to me would pass with time and I still will find the one person that could never get tired of me.

•••

Walking into the crowded room where the scholarship would be. Taking a standing place on the floor, near the corner I was yesterday.

Knowing that the one that give out scholarships is already judging, I stood a bit straighter. I could see Neva and Kiron a few people away, talking.

I felt through my body one last time, feeling if there was any place where my muscles where tense, even if I had done the same just seconds before I walked into the room.

A male in his late forty's walked up the stage in front of everyone. "Good morning dancers!" Everyone stoped talking and drew their attention to the man on stage. "Before we get started I just want to say what's going to happen in here." The male spoke in the microphone that he held with his hand in front of his mouth.

The information he pulled was most, follow the dancer on stage. He spoke like we hadn't gotten the choreography a week ago. But I get it, people get nervous and forget.
Also that the judges; that mostly sat along the wall or the room of dancers, already had judging. I could see a few people straighten their backs in the side of my eye.

"Good luck!" The male walked behind one of the black curtains that where on the side of the stage.

He was soon replaced with a dancer that walked from the other side of the stage curtains. The woman's face was stone hard in a cold expression, a ballet bun on her head from probably doing the same as she is gonna do with us but with the ballet before us.

I miss ballet, sometimes. The stretches from the dance and the balance, I miss ballet for that but the pointers and the tight ballet bun that is something I don't miss in any way.

The music started through the speakers and everyone stood in the position to start. The dancer on stage had the back to us so we could mirror instead of needing to think about doing the opposite side as she did.

•••

As we ended, sweat glimmered on my skin. At least I gave my best, gave my best with probably a sprained ankle.

I grabbed my bottle of water from the floor by the wall and drunk at least half of it before I put the lid on. The pain was in my hole foot by now, making my eyes become a blurry of tears. At least it wasn't the first time it happened. Some ice and pain killers then I'll be on stage tomorrow.

It's just a sprained ankle.

Probably, I'm not a doctor.

Walking out of the room with the water bottle in my hand and trying to not set to much pressure on my foot. The hall outside was filled with people that stood in groups of friends and family.

"Maddison!" Evan's voice echoed through the hall from behind me as I walked. I stopped and turned around just to feel Evan's arms around me. I looked over his shoulder as my arms hugged around his neck.

His suitcase stood just next to us. I could see the shapes of my family trying to get past the crowded hall, also with suitcases which made it more difficult then without them.

Breaking away from Evan's hug while leaning on my right foot that wasn't injured. "Maddison?" Evan said my name more like a question then just my name like he had done in the corridor.

"Yeah?"

"What did you do to your foot?" Evan looked me up and down as my family surrounded us and went in to hug me, not giving me time to answer my best friend. Max hugged me, mom hugged me, even dad hugged me which haven't happened in a very long time.

Stepping back from my family; more jumping back because of my sprained ankle. "I probably sprained my ankle, I was just about to get it checked."

"I can check it, but you should go to the medical center to get ice." Mom said while looking very concerned about my ankle. "Sure your gonna dance tomorrow?"

"Yeah, some ice and painkillers then I'll be like new." I turned around and continued to half walk, half jump down the corridor while waving to my family with my back against them.

•••

Walking into the room where the medical center was going to be only to find two people looking bored at their phone, not looking up until I cleared my throat. "Do you have any ice and bandage?" One of the women looked up and pointed at the freezer like it was obvious.

"Ice is in the freezer and bandage exist in the drawer right next to the freezer." The woman looked back to her phone.

What a great service, note the sarcasm.

Walking up to the freezer, taking the bag of ice into my hand. Opening the drawer next to the freezer grabbing the bandage before walking out from the room not wanting to spend more time with the ungrateful women that don't do their jog that they probably get paid for.

Opening the door into an empty bathroom so I could get some privacy and not being run over by any of the dancers or family that where everywhere in the corridor just outside.

Lifting my foot up on the counter of the sink and looking at my swollen ankle. Placing the bag of ice over my ankle, cursing under my breath at the pain from something touching the ankle even if it just was a bag of ice.

Hearing the door open behind me, I looked up to see who walked in. Not that it mattered everyone could go to the bathroom.

Blonde short hair, sharp jaw, everything looking like the features of a guy. In a women bathroom. I looked up and meet the person's eyes. Ice blue. My lungs squeezed with being a few steps from my ex, alone in a room even if anyone could walk in at any minute. "W-What are you. Your in the girls bathroom." I looked down the bag of ice that covered my ankle, not able to look Trevor in the eyes more then that.

"I know." I heard him take a step against me.

"I know I'm in the girls bathroom." Another step closer to me.

"Then you should know that boys shouldn't be here." I looked up to see Trevor around five steps away from me.

"I just wanted to talk, you know chit chat a bit." Another step.

"Like old friends you know." Another step, I moved as close to the corner and the sink I could to create some more space between us.

"I don't wanna talk." I said while looking him right in his ice blue eyes that I once adored.

The rest of his steps where fast, one second he was a few steps away the next his hand where around my throat and my back on the wall so I couldn't get out of his grip. I punched my fist against his arm so he would let me go, my ex just laughed before he made the grip easier, just so I could breath. I almost though he would let me go before his fist punched my jaw that was followed by a small crack.

"Your not dancing, your not taking any more part of the competition then you already have done." Punch. "You don't deserve it, whore" Punch.

His fist mixed between punching my ribs and head until I had no energy to stop him. Only reason I still stood on my legs was from his grip around my throat, a little more down and he would be choking me again. Tears welled down my face, everything hurts. It felt like being over driven by a car, or at lest how I imagined how it would feel to be run over by a car.

He stoped beating me, looking back at the door that still was closed.

Someone please come in.

Please..

My ex looked back at me with a glint in his eyes that I didn't like. Not at all. I felt his hand touch the bare skin on my stomach, this time light; barely noticeable if it hadn't been where he landed his punched I wouldn't have noticed that he had touched me.

I felt his hand touch the waist band of my pants.

No, no, no.

"Stop." His hand continued down in my pants and underwear. "No Trevor, stop." His hand cupped my cunt. "Stop!" I felt one of his fingers enter my pussy that never been dryer in my entire life. My heart was beating had in my chest as tears continued to fall from my eyes, both from pain and his uncomfortable touch inside of me.

"Come on, ride my fingers you whore. I know you can." I shook my head and pleading no, trying to get him to stop. He punched in the face once again as he took his fingers out of me. I thought it was over, it wasn't. His fist pressed against my pussy, it felt like something in side of me broke.

Not anything physical but mentally.

The door opened.

Yes, please, help me.

A guy stuck his head though the small space between the door and wall. "Come on Trevor, I can't tell the bathroom is broken much longer. More and more people is in the corridor now." The door closed.

My heart sunk, no one helped me. My heart broke, I did not longer feel anything; nothing at all. It felt like my life was falling into pieces. I stopped believing in everything. Everything I've done had lead me to this point, it would happen again, over and over, time after time.

Trevors palm hit the side of my face, bringing me back to reality. I was no longer crying, my eyes where dry. The pain was everywhere but I ignored it, I've ignored the pain earlier so I can do it again. The only difference is that this time the pain is everywhere.

Inside out.

"Tell somebody and I'll fucking kill you Maddison." Trevor said before walking out through the door leaving me to sink down on the floor, trying to get my breathing under control.

•••

My room was dark once I woke up after sleeping bigger parts of the afternoon and night.

My parents had asked me what's wrong once I met them in the corridor, I said my foot hurts so bad that I needed to go back to the hotel. Even if the real reason was that my face felt three times bigger then normal, my lip was bleeding from the rings on Trevor's hand that had punched me. Every breath I took felt like I was going to explode.

I had ordered room service to get something to eat without showing my face to wake suspicious. I don't think Trevor is capable of murder but I know he is capable other things that felt worse then death.

Every bite of the few thinks I ordered felt like they would come up through my throat. Both because of the nerves coursing through my veins and my head that felt like it would explode because of the constant pain. I did throw up and I didn't feel like eating anything more after last night of hanging over the toilet in my hotel room and throwing up everything I've had in my stomach for the past twenty four hours.

Forcing myself out of the comfortable hotel bed. My head spun as I stumbled my way to the bathroom with help from the walls around me.

Taking off my clothes so I could jump into the shower and try to wash off yesterday also making myself ready for the competition that started in one and a half hour. I could probably pass out on stage from the pain but I was going up there and do my best. I couldn't let my ex get me out of it when I've spent so much time working to get here.

Looking myself in the mirror even for a second; bruises covered my skin. Blue and green skin over my ribs, parts of the skin on my face that also was swollen.

This was gonna take a while to cover up with makeup. In my face, glad that I was wearing a shirt that would cover my ribs from the world when I was on stage.

Stepping into the cold shower steam with a deep breath. Letting the cold wash over my face and body, goosebumps covered my skin but it felt good.

Author's Note
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That just happened I guess