Trinity High: High School Bully Romance by Savannah Rose & Amelia Gates

Author:Savannah Rose & Amelia Gates [Rose, Savannah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-01-06T16:00:00+00:00

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Kira

A day has passed, and my dad hasn’t been around to see me. To say that he’s an absolute prick would be an understatement, but it’s not the first time he’s done this, either. There’s a part of me that knows he means well and that he cares about me; a part of me that believes that being my father means that he has to. Would it fucking kill him to show it more?

I steady a breath in my lungs and try like hell not to think about my mother or just how much I wish my father had been taken in her place. Losing a parent is hard. Losing the wrong parent is even harder. Ballet was one of the last things I had left of her and I’m pretty fucking sure I’m on the road to losing that too.

My ankle is broken. A thick cast is tightly strapped around it. The pain continues to pulsate outwards, like a dim but persistent fire. The painkillers are really good, though. Thank the stars for our private insurance, the doctors don’t feel the need to skim on the drugs. I admit, I’m pampered as a human being. I’m just not sure I’m also loved. Sometimes I wonder if one can ever have both.

I’ve been crying on and off since the cast was put on. The nurse is kind, checking in on me every other hour. She’s trying to get me to eat, and so is my stomach, but I’m in no mood. I’d sleep, but my mind keeps going back to that moment. How the fuck did I end up on the floor? How… Did Giselle trip me? What are the odds that it really was an accident, considering the dance routine? Giselle wasn’t supposed to be so close.

My phone is flooded with text messages and Get Well Soon wishes, mostly from classmates. Janelle – my only true friend – is on her way. She can watch me bawl like a little girl, because I feel another wave of tears coming up as the main conclusion takes center stage again. I missed my moment with Julliard. I will not be dancing as Clara in The Nutcracker. I will not be dancing for at least six months, according to the doctor. God, I’m so miserable…

This is one of those moments when my mom would’ve made the difference between despair and hanging on to hope. I’m in a pit, hope so far out of sight, I can’t even imagine what it might look like. My stomach churns, hunger gnawing through it like a furious rat, but I know that I’d throw up whatever I try to eat. My nerves are stretched too tightly. My heart broken beyond repair. And my ankle throbbing, permanently reminding me of my physical degradation.

I replay the incident in my head, over and over. It just doesn’t click for me. How did Giselle get close enough to “accidentally” trip me?

The door opens, and I find myself in shock.

My dad comes in, wearing a faint smile and a deeply furrowed brow.

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