Chapter Eight: Pointe

A dancer is said to be en pointe when the dancer's body is supported by a fully extended vertical foot is said to be en pointe when touching the floor, even when not bearing weight. Pointe work is performed while wearing pointe shoes, for even distribution of the body weight.

JADEN

"I'm back in." I stressfully said as I plopped on the bed.

"You know what you are there to do, how could you make such a mistake?!" The deeper voice at the other end scolded.

"It wasn't my mist-"

"Whatever. I don't want to hear it! Focus on your damn job or you know what's going to happen."

"I am aware." I sighed.

This is the worst.

As i settled in the bed, a soft knock came to the other side. "Come in!" 

The door softly opened to reveal an ecstatic Irene. She walked over to me with a smile plastered on her face.

"Im  glad Marie came to her senses and brought you back." She said. 

"Im glad to be back." I smiled in return.

"Come out for dinner, we are eating together today." She informed as she turned to leave.

"Irene," I called, causing her to turn around. "Why do you like me?" I asked

"You remind me of my younger brother," She lowered her gaze to the ground with a smile.

"Is he..."

"What?!" She yelled. "No." She continued, letting out a chuckle.

"You sounded like you missed him," I defended my thoughts.

"I do! He lives with my mom in Amsterdam." She informed.

"If you guys are done with your annoying conversation, can we get to dinner?"Marielle's voice filled the room.

"Annoying as always." Irene commented loud enough for Marielle to hear earning herself a glare from the Miss.

We all made our way downstairs and had dinner with little words from Marielle and more conversation from Irene and I.

After having her dinner, Irene waved us goodbye as she left to go home, leaving Marielle and I in an awkward silence.

Marielle got up to go to her room but as the approached the stairs, her movement got slower and slower and I eyed her cautiously. As she moved step by step, her cane began to shake and she lost her balance causing her to roll down.

"Miss Marielle!" I called and rushed over to where she had fallen.

Marielle sat still on the ground, she sighed sadly over and over again. I carried her in my arms to take her to her room but as we moved further, she only groaned in pain.

U look down at her and see that her eyes are sealed shut and arms firmly holding mine. I slowed down my walking peace to reduce the pain she was in.

I gently placed her on the bed and her eyes slowly opened. I stood at the edge of the bed and stared at her.

Her eyes met mine and she eyed me curiously, "What are you staring at?" She questioned and I squinted my eyes at her but she turned away from my gaze.

"You." I answered honestly and walked over to her, tilting her face from left to right to check for any bruises but her son was spotless.

She smacked my hand away from her face, "Don't ever touch my bare skin, for all I know, you could be infested with germs and bacteria." She rolled her eyes.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it when you caressed my bare chest yesterday." I shot back and she looked genuinely taken aback.

"Get out!" She yelled raising her body from rest to point at the door but fell back after she let out a groan.

"Is your arm hurt?" I asked.

"There's just a little pain, but it's nothing serious. I can sleep it off."

"Why take the risk when I can just massage it with a cream that works?"

"You are not a masseur, you are Jaden the trai-" She paused and observed my face. "I mean Jaden the assistant." She faked a smile.

Why won't she just let me get close to her?

"I really don't care what you say, it's my duty to help you and I will do just that." I informed her.

I walked to my room and came back with a herbal cream in my hand which I used to massage her hand.

"You see, I told you noth-" She paused and then winced in pain when I straightened her hand after which went quiet and let me do the other hand.

"What went wrong with your legs again? You were making so much progress."

"I don't know, they just suddenly went wobbly and next thing I knew was rolling down the stairs."

"You were the one that decided to make such a long and graceful staircase right?"

She answered me with a glare and I immediately went quiet. After I was done, I quietly went out of the room.

I plopped down on my bed, rolling from side to side, feeling very uneasy.

How am I supposed to make her love?

It wouldn't surprise me if she actually lost the solutions part of her heart in the accident from years ago.

But I have to.

I walked downstairs and headed to the kitchen to get a cold bottle of water. After having the water I sat on the couch in the living room still feeling very uneasy.

The doorbell rang bringing me back to reality, I looked up and looked through the door cam to reveal the man from earlier.

I opened the door and stood face to face with the man I assumed called the police earlier and he immediately rolled his eyes at me.

"So you're still here," He commented while inviting himself in.

I closed the door and sighed with my arms crossed.

"Why are you here? And how can you just enter someone else's house without an invitation?" I questioned with a mean face.

"Where is Marielle? I'm here for her." He ignored my question and took a seat on the purple sofa.

"I don't think she wants to see you, so I suggest you leave." I said sounding more defensive than intentionally planned.

"You should learn to stay in your place, you man servant." He argued.

"List-"

I got interrupted when my home phone rang and I immediately rushed to Marielle's room.

"What's going on down there?" She questioned immediately I entered her room.

"I was going to te-"

"Who is down there?" She asked again.

"The man from your dance academy."

"Mister Justin is here?" She looked interested.

"Yes."

"Take me down." She gave a cynical smile.