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And once again, sorry for the mistakes, English is my second language.

Chapter 5

He wouldn't leave her thoughts, not even for a moment. Hannah could almost feel his presence whenever he was home or when they were at school. She never knew what he would do and that kept her always alert and cautious.

She stared blankly at her reflection on the mirrors of the studio as she did her pliés. Her hips still hurt a little, always reminding her of what happened, but she refused to let the memories or resentment consume her. She wouldn't play the victim.

"Miss Phillips, your pliés are not proper. If you are not fully recovered from your accident with the stair, I suggest you go home." The teacher said severely with her thick French accent, her arms crossed across her chest.

"I'm already recovered. I can do this." The teenager insisted, stubbornly.

The old woman frowned. "No, chéri, I'm afraid you can't. Go home."

Hannah gave up, she lowered her head and walked out of the room. She knew better than to discuss with Miss Angélique. That spinster could be a real bitch when she wanted to.

The sun was setting when she walked out of the building, she could still hear Tchaikovsky's song coming from the studio and sighed deeply. Frustrated, she walked with heavy steps, hands shoved on the pockets of her jacket, watching her feet alternating as she stepped forward.

A pair of dirty Converse tennis came into her sight and she stopped before she bumped into their owner.

"You dance beautifully." Sid's voice made her look up astonished.

"Why are you following me around?" She asked exasperatedly.

"You know why..." He cocked his head to the side, the remaining sunlight made his dark-green eyes shine and his hair look almost auburn.

She hated herself for actually thinking he was handsome. Hannah pushed that thought aside and turned on her heels to walk on the opposite direction. Sid reached out and grabbed her hand, making her stop and look at him, her eyes were wide with shock.

He smirked, pleased with the fact that she was afraid of what he could do. That meant she was easy to control.

"I'll walk you home, Hannah." The boy dragged her closer to him.

"You don't have to." She answered, her voice barely audible, trying to free her hand from his grasp.

His expression darkened and he crushed her small hand in his as he leaned closer to her. She winced and cried out in pain.
"You seem to forget what I told you the other night... about hurting you real bad..." His voice was low and menacing, his face inches from hers. "Kiss me." He demanded.

"You're insane! We're siblings!" She spit back with all the courage she could muster although the pain was so much it had been hard to think of something to say.

He tightened his crushing grip on her small hand and Hannah squeezed her eyes shut, groaning. She knew he could break her bones if he wanted to, so she obeyed and closed the distance between them. The pressure on her hand gave in.

The psychopathic teenager reached out and took her other hand, driving both of them to the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss, gently. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands slid down to her waist and pressed her body against his.

Hannah hadn't realized how lost in the kiss she was until he parted, leaving her lightheaded and breathless. She watched as he took her throbbing hand back in his and brought it to his lips kissing her fingertips softly, his eyes never leaving hers. She found herself blushing and felt her heart beating erratically.

"Let's go home." He said, lowering their hands and intertwining the fingers.

Her head was a mess, her feelings were conflicting and her hand was sore. They walked holding hands and she hoped no one they knew saw them.

She was giving in, letting Sid break through her defenses, making her play a dangerous game. But oddly she didn't want to quit, at least not now. It was wrong and uncertain and she needed help if she wanted it to stop, but some part of her was convinced she could deal with it on her own.

Once they got home, she let go of his hand and he didn't object, for her relief. Hannah ran upstairs to her room, she needed some time alone to think, she had to put her thoughts in order. The first thing she did was locking the door; she didn't want Sid walking in without her permission.

"Hannah?" Her mother's voice called from outside, after she tried to open the door without success.

"Yes?"

"Your father and I have a dinner to go, we will come back late. There's money downstairs, order dinner for you and your brother and call me if anything happens."

"Okay, mom..." She answered with a bored tone, wondering why her mother repeated what she should do every time they went out, like she didn't know already.

"And Hannah, let me know if your brother doesn't take his pills." Her father added and she sighed. Now she was Sid's babysitter and nurse.

Before she could answer she heard footsteps walking away and they were gone.

After taking a shower and putting on undies and an oversized t-shirt she unlocked her door and took a deep breath, getting ready to confront her older brother.

She opened the door and peered down the silent hallway.

Sid's door was closed.