FADING (A novel)(88)

Of course babe.





Chapter Twenty-Nine


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After I had texted Ryan about staying with him, he came over later that night when I got off work to help me pack a few bags. Thankfully, Kimber wasn’t home. It was hard enough trying to pack when I was so upset. But I know I need a little time away from this house so that emotions can settle.

I thought it would be weird staying with Ryan, but he’s been able to keep the weirdness away. I know he’s happy that I ran to him instead of Jase. But after knowing how he feels about Jase and me sleeping in the same bed, I knew I couldn’t stay with him.

My sleep has been a little more restless lately and filled with night terrors since I stopped taking my sleeping pills last week. Taking them was always hard for me; a daily reminder of why I need to be on them and it was only becoming worse. So I hoped that enough time had passed, and I wouldn’t need them anymore. I haven’t had another nightmare though, which has been a relief. My restless sleep worries Ryan, but I just told him it’s because of stress with school, graduation, and my issues with Kimber. I know it’s a lie, but I told him that regardless.

Jase and Mark have been spending more time at the loft as well, now that I’m there. They tend to come over, or at least Jase does, when Ryan goes into work at night. They have both been scouting out firms to start applying to in a few months. I try not to think about what graduation will mean for Ryan and I. He hasn’t ever said anything or asked, so if it’s been on his mind, he doesn’t want me to know. Truth is, I could wind up staying if this is where my job is. I have no idea where I will wind up, but for the moment, I want to enjoy being right where I am.

Ryan makes me happy, and I desperately need that. I still have my moments where I think I’m going to see Jack at school, or that he’s going to walk into the coffee shop. And I know he’s the cause of my restless sleep. Every time I take off my clothes, I’m reminded of him, of that night. He left a scar on my breast where he bit me so hard that he broke my skin. I can still remember the pain that shot down to my belly. Ryan has never seen it because the few times he’s taken off my shirt, I never let him take off my bra. But he’s seen my tattoo; the foolish tattoo I got when I thought it was time to abandon my cautious ways and have a little fun. Who knew fun would have left me battered, lying on a street by a dumpster? But, when I’m next to Ryan, he takes almost all of that away from me. I only wish he could take it all away.

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“Candace Parker, please take the stage.” My name echoes throughout Meany Theater. Nerves course through me, as they do every time I walk across this stage. Walking to the center, I find my spot and posture myself in fifth position. The thump of the spotlight being turned on is loud as it casts its glow down on me. And as it does, like all the times in the past on this very stage, my body relaxes and I am free when the music begins.

I let go, and do what I have been training for during the past six months. My body knows exactly what to do as I work the floor. The comforting sounds of my ripped satin pointes gliding across the stage, and the thuds of my boxes only add to the peace I feel when I am on this stage. I know I don’t have to concentrate on my turnouts and port a bras, my body does it for me.

One haunting beat after another, I feel it pouring out of me: the pain, the darkness, the weakness; it’s all there on the smooth black floor beneath my feet. My spots hit hard and sharp, and I know my lines are perfection when I feel the pinching in my back. My ankles are warm and loose when I move into my fouettè combination during the peak of the music. When I flow out of it, naturally leading with my heel to further push my turnout, I progress through the piece. The return of the staccato brushes of the violin pushes the music to its drop into silence.

The spotlight thumps off, and I can finally see the panel of instructors as they are taking notes. There are nine of them. I’ve been with them for the past four years, dancing in their classes and learning from them.

None of them look at me, and when I hear the voice of Sergej through the speakers announcing the next dancer, I walk off the stage and hope it isn’t the last time I will grace it alone.

My heart races the whole drive back to Ryan’s. I can’t get out of the car fast enough when I pull into his driveway. I run up the stairs and burst through the door, throwing my bag on the wooden floor. When I see Ryan walking down the hall from his office, I run like a child and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I take it you kicked ass?” he asks through his laughs.

I can’t wipe the cheesy smile off my face. “I totally kicked ass. It was amazing!”

My legs are strong around his waist when he takes his hands off of my hips, places them on my cheeks, and kisses me. I slam my mouth onto his as he pushes me up against the hallway wall, but we don’t stay connected for long because I cannot stop talking and laughing, telling him each detail when I know he has no clue what the hell I’m saying, but I don’t care and I know he doesn’t either. He just watches me in my excitement with his beautiful smile.

He never moves me from the wall, and I keep my lock around his waist as he lets me ramble on.

“I’m so proud of you, babe. I wish I could have seen you,” he says when I finally stop talking.

“I know. I’m sorry. Auditions are always closed,” I say as I run my fingers through his hair.