Mia's POV

I entered my home as I heard my brother shouting..

"Please stop it."

I took slow steps towards him and held his shoulder which made him look at me and my eyes widened seeing his state.

His eyes were glistening with tears.

No!! He is the strong one, I don't want him to cry, he has gone through a lot more than me. What did our parents did that made him like this?

I asked him what happened.

It was so hard to speak that I didn't even know if my words were audible to him or just a whisper.

He shook his head and sat on the edge of the couch with his face in his hands.

I asked him again while sitting next to him. It was becoming difficult for me to look at him as his voice broke while replying to me.

"They ar..are getting a divorce"his face was still in his hands.
"They wer..were asking us to ch-choose with whom we would g..go, what is happening here?"

I hugged his form and patted his back as tears streamed down my face.

"Mia, I am saying this for the last time- will you leave your dance classes or not? We have had enough of your - It's my passion. You are out of the house everyday and we don't even know if I you are lying to us or not." My parents had an angry tone which I was used to but the situation didn't help me as I stood up.

"I have had enough of both of you. If you two have problems with us then why did you even gave birth to us?"I took a breath.

"You both don't even think about us anymore. We are just a burden to you both or let me correct it." I pointed at myself." I am the burden, you guys haven't even saw me dance once and you just decided to take the only thing that matters to me the most."

My mother opens her mouth but I cut her and continue my words.

"Divorce is a really big matter and you just say those things without knowing the importance of your own words. Are you two even thinking here?"

I walked closer to them," how can you even ask us to choose between you both. Your own fucking children."

"Mia, mind your language."my father warned me.

"Why do you have to put us in such a situation?" My voice lowers as my head hang low.

"We ..we both love you, you both are our parents. We can't ever choose between you. Why can't you people understand that?"

Aiden put his arms on my shoulder as our father speaks," Mia, I think you have said enough for today and you need to apologize for your manners and your attitude NOW."
At his last words, I flinched and shook my head.

As I whispered,"it's the truth." my head snapped to the side due to a hard impact on my cheek . I touched my cheek and hissed in pain.

My father just slapped me. He didn't ever slap me, he..he hurted me.. I don't have any words to speak. I don't want to his face. I have to get out of here.

I looked at him and backed off as I took my bag and ran out of the door.

I could hear Aiden shouting for me but I didn't wanna stop.

I entered my dance studio as I collapsed on the floor and cried. My tears never stopped flowing as I cried my heart out.

I looked around and closed my eyes as I remembered how the first time I started dancing.

8 year old mia's pov

"Aiden, I can't do this. Why did you bring me here? Everyone is so good and I look like a fool. I don't wanna dance." I looked at him with angry eyes.

Aiden chuckled as he saw the 8 year old me and pulled my ears as he spoke," Don't you say that. I have seen the way you look at those dancers on television and I have also seen all the dances that you little demon tries to do. So stop whining."

"But it's different." I said in a low voice.
"Listen to me, you just have to believe in yourself and you will do it. You can't just give up because giving up means you have failed and I know you don't like to fail." He brushed my nose as I chuckled.

" Just close your eyes and dance for yourself not for others. Do it for your peace. I know you can do it." He brought his fist for a fist bump which i quickly responded to.

I nodded at myself and continuously repeated the word I can do it in my head.

I opened my eyes as I smiled through my tears. I stood up and played a slow song as I let the beats flow through me. I repeated the chant in my head and as I faced towards the door, I saw someone I hoped I didn't.

"How long have you been here?"

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