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Elizabeth sat in the car, her earphones blasting from her iPod. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she was pissed as hell. Her father knew better then to speak to her, when she was in that mood, her temper being the strongest on her mother's side. Shaking his head, they arrived in front of a large building. Elizabeth knew it well, so keeping her ear phones on, she got out of the car and walked in the entrance, not waiting for her father.
The room was adorned with dance memorabilia. George Balanchine, Martha Graham, and artists along the same, had their pictures and autographs on the wall. She had been coming here almost every day for the past two weeks to pick out her new Pointe shoes. Finally deciding on two pairs, a light pink, and a deep red, the color dyed to match her favorite leotard. She took her earphones out and heard a voice call out to her.
"Lizzie! Beautiful! Your shoes just arrived," an obviously gay man spoke to her as he stepped out from behind the counter.
Elizabeth smiled replying, "I know Pierre, you only sent me twenty text messages, and left me two voice mails."
Pierre winked at her, than the sound of the bell over the door rang, as someone entered the store. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the overly excited man, as his jaw dropped at the sight in front of him.
Elizabeth Masen's father stood in the doorway, before he walked inside. His hair was a mess from the windy Seattle day, making his beautiful bronze hair have a, "I just had the greatest sex of my life," look. His aristocratic features, the strong jaw, angular cheek bones, and bow shaped, pouty lips, were nothing compared to the emerald green eyes. They sparkled from the light above, making them seem to smolder as you looked into them.
His long neck led down to a strong v shaped upper body. Strong shoulders and toned muscled arms were visible under his white Ralph Lauren button up, and black vest. His forearms were flexed, as he held his black Armani coat. He was wearing black slacks, which were hanging on his hips, his shirt untucked after a long day at work.
Pierre would bet $100.00, that he had the sex v, leading down from his toned abs, to a tight ass, and muscular thighs and calves. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and nudged Pierre breaking him from his daze.
"Down boy, he plays for the other team." Elizabeth sighed, as Pierre handed her, her Pointe shoes to try on.
Pierre sighed as he spoke, "A man can dream."
Elizabeth giggled as she sat down on the bench by the mirror, and proceeded to remove her flip flops. Her father walked over to where she was, causing an immediate frown to form on her beautiful face.
"How do they fit?" Pierre asked watching her as she tried on her dark red shoes.
She stood up and went on Pointe, as she bent down and tested the balance she had on them.
"They are perfect. They are Sanshas' right?" Elizabeth asked the man standing next to her.
"Yes ma'am." Pierre responded, feeling awkward at the tension between the young girl and her father.
"I'll take them thank you." Elizabeth spoke, removing the shoes and handed them to Pierre, so he may replace them back into their respective boxes.
Elizabeth walked to the counter, and pulled out her checkbook. Her dad tried to pay for them but a growl from his daughter stopped him.
"Elizabeth…" Edward warned.
"Grandpa Carlisle sent me money to pay for my new Pointe shoes. Unlike you he appreciates what I do, and he never misses a recital, taking off of work if he has to." Elizabeth snapped back, effectively ending the conversation.
Pierre said nothing as he took in the glare on the young girl's features. Her father steamed at the ears, and for once, Pierre was extremely glad he would not be going back home with them, at the end of the night.
The cash register printed out her receipt and Elizabeth grabbed it and her shoes, then thanked him, promising to go out to clubs soon. She walked out to the car and waited for her father to open the door, her earphones back in her ears. The soundtrack to Transformers was now playing on iPod, blocking any sound from her ears. She felt the click of the door unlock and got in the car at the same time as her father.
The anger radiated off of both in the vehicle, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Elizabeth knew there would be a battle when they got home. There was no doubt about that.
They arrived home in record time, Elizabeth getting out of the car, and heading to the elevator. Her father caught up to her, and put a firm grasp, on her shoulder, to stop her from running to her room, when they got into the apartment. It did not hurt her, but it most certainly annoyed her to no end.
The bell to their floor rang, and they both got off, walking to their penthouse. The door was shoved open and Elizabeth felt it slam behind her. She was led to the study, where she stood for a moment reading the diplomas on the walls.
They read, "Edward Anthony Masen," Bachelor, Master's, and Doctorate. All three degrees were from Columbia University, his undergraduate being in Business, his Master's and Doctorate in medicine. Her father was a neurosurgeon at the hospital in Chicago. His role was now more of an administrator, so rarely would he perform surgeries, but it meant a large increase in pay. The memory was bitter sweet, as Elizabeth remembered the nights she would get to spend with her father when he was off.
Yanked from her daze, she felt her ear phones being pulled from her ears.
"What the hell," she yelled, turning around to find her father holding her iPod.
Edward was angry, his eyes a deep green in color, and his arms were at his side, where he was clenching and un-clenching his fists in an effort to remain calm. The iPod was resting in one of his hands, and his Blue tooth and jacket removed from his person.
"Just what makes you think you can speak to me like that?" He growled, closing his eyes and opening them again, glaring.
Elizabeth crossed her arms in front of her chest. She radiated the very same anger he felt.
"What dad! You didn't like the truth?" She dared, adjusting her arms so they sat lower, now near her hips, one hip popped up, which she rested into.
Edward breathed heavily, but let her continue.
"You were two hours late picking me up, and then you take me to get Pointe shoes thinking it would be okay. Fuck you dad! It's true, Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme, support me more than you ever have. No matter what they have been there…" Elizabeth began, but was stopped as her father's hand was raised into the air.
"Go to your room, now! I'll think about sending you to your lesson Thursday." Edward threatened, as Elizabeth looked at him angrily.
She let out a loud scream as she stomped her foot and growled lowly words which were quite inappropriate for her to be saying. She grabbed her iPod from her father's hand, Edward glaring at her all the while, as she left the room and ran upstairs. She slammed the door, the force shaking a vase from off the table in the hall. Edward pinched the bridge of his as he sat at his desk, his Blue tooth vibrating, not more than two minutes later.
Edward is acting like a complete ass! His daughter is calling him on it, you have to wonder what Bella will do if it happens?
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Always,
Ballerina