Little Dancers (Completed & Being Edited)

Portmans

Shade held me close, not daring to look at Jacob, who was sending him a death glare.

"L-let me go Shade." I managed to say, standing.

I grabbed my iPod, pulled on my jumper and started walking away.

A hand grasped my waist and pulled me to a chest,"I know that we could do it again, Little Dancer." Jacob whispered.

And for one single moment, I believed him.

I pulled away and ran out of the dance studio, thinking of Jacob.

*flashback*

"I can't feel my finger." I complained, looking up at Jacob.

"Can't you feel it?" He asked.

"No."

He grasped my index finger and bent it all the way back,"Feel that?"

"Y-yes!" I yelped, holding back tears.

"So you can feel it." he chuckled, laughing slightly at my yelp.

I whimpered, snuggling into his chest. He wrapped one arm around me and continued to smoke the splif in his other hand.

"Yo, Jake." in walked Shade, knuckle dusters on his hands.

"What's the news Shade?" Jacob didn't sound to bothered about the fact he was blowing all of the smoke in my face.

I restrained the need to cough and met Shades sorrowful gaze.

"Won. Again. I never-ever-loose." Shade said. And that was true, he was the sweetest person ever to me, but he had never lost a fight.

"How many were there?" I asked, sitting up from Jacobs grasp.

"Did he talk to you?" Jacob asked.

"No, sorry." I went back to where I was and silently cursed.

"Ten." Shade replied, looking directly at me.

"Don't talk to her!" Jacob barked.

"Why not?" He shot back.

"She's not yours! You don't look at her or I'll tear your throat out!"

"Jake stop." I rested both my hands on his chest.

"Don't touch me!" He pushed me, but with his steroid strength I flew off the couch and my forehead hit the floor.

"You okay?!" Shade dived down and helped me up.

I just nodded and wobbled back to Jacob, not looking at either of them. Sitting down, I felt my fear rise even higher

*end of flashback*

Someone's hand grasped my upper arm, I dashed around to see the one and only-