Whoop whoop! In this chapter, a dance routine is mentioned. I love Matt Stefanina, I think his routines are just amazing! If you want to see them, look him up with the song I mention and that will be the choreography.

Trigger warning: This chapter will contain mentions of rape. Which means, we will get to know more about Clarissa's past.

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Even on the stage, Clarissa felt it but when she descended the stairs, she felt the feeling increase. She had felt it before, when she was being watched by someone. It was only when one of the security spoke to her that she decided to look around and see where the feeling was coming from.

"That was a good one, Tancredi." He had complimented her. "I'm sure your sister is proud of you."

"My sister?" She had repeated, surprised that she had actually come back "I didn't know that she was here. Did she come alone or did she have people with her?"

"No, she has three men with her. Two adults and one young man. He couldn't be older than 20, if he even was 20."

"He isn't." She said as she walked out from behind the stagen and scanned the crowd. She quickly found them, sitting near the stage but that wasn't the only thing she found. She gasped as she saw a familiar face sitting not too far behind them, a face she hoped to forget and never see again. "Crap."

She closed her eyes, hoping he'd disappear but instead, she found the face in her memories.

Trigger Warning!

A younger Clarissa opens her eyes and tried to sit up but quickly stopped her actions when she felt a huge stab of pain. Looking down, she gasped loudly as she saw the huge stain of blood. She was relieved to see she was in her own bedroom and was hearing her sister in her own room.

"Sara!" She yelled. "Sara! I need your help! Please!"

Her sister came in with wide eyes as she spotted the red stain. "Clari-"

"Sara, please help. I don't know what happened." Clarissa begged, close to tears. "Please, I am begging you."

"Okay. Come on. Can you get up?" She asked, helping her sister. It took a while but finally, Clarissa stood upright with her ever patient sister next to her. "Okay, we are going to walk outside to my car, slowly. We are going to the hospital. They're gonna run tests on you and they'll check this glass out as well. You remember nothing, right?"

"Nothing. I just remember doing homework but Léon and then it goes black. Please, Sara, it hurts. It burns." She asked, walking to her sisters car.

Trigger Warning Over!

Later that evening, her father stormed into the hospital room looking furious and demanded no one would find out about it. He put Clarissa on homeschooling for the rest of the year before she spread her wings and went to Loyola. There, she found out she was pregnant by her rapist. She never told him, hell she never contacted him because she knew he was in LA, studying.

But there he sat. Behind the man she loved and her sister.

Léon had been a friend of hers and had been trying to get her to go out with him. She never really agreed to it but they still hung out a couple of times and he told her he loved her. He made her crazy, he made promises and everything.

He played her.

In the end, it was all just a bet. Bed the daughter of Tancredi, one of the most influential people in the country. He succeeded. And yet he failed at the same time for he never saw her again so he couldn't rub it in her face like the original plan was.

She walked behind the stage and took out her phone from her bag as she walked over to her friend from the Dance School. They arranged for her to take over Clarissa's duties as host as she made a quick call.

"Clarissa." came the relieved voice of her sister. "Where are you? I saw you but you started shaking and hurried away. What's wrong?"

"Look behind you." Clarissa ordered.

"Léon." Sara said and on the background, she heard Michael ask who Léon was. "He's uhm... him."

"Him?" Michael asked on the background.

"Him." Sara agreed. "Michael, don't do anything. Not here. Clare, what do you want me to do? I can-"

"Yes, you can. Linc only needs to be on stage for this routine. When I get him off, you need to come here and bring him to safety. I have a feeling Léon knows where I live so bring him to wherever you're staying. I can't leave yet so you need to take care of him, okay?"

"Yeah, I can do that. Lincoln and I will leave with him. Michael stays behind and waits for you." She heard a sigh before her sister talked more silently. "Listen to him, okay? He has a good explanation. The man loves you."

"I will but you need to understand me as well." She said. She heard her name on the stage and looked up. "Got to go, I'll see you in a minute. Stand ready, okay?"

"Yeah."

She hung up and walked on stage with a big, fake smiled though she was sure her eyes look scared shitless. Exactly how she was feeling. With a big smile, she waved to everyone as she stoon in the front of the stage and looked at the little girl, Lily, with the microphone in her hand.

"This is our teacher, Miss Clarissa. We can call her Clary."

"She is one of the best dancers we know." Another child said and passed the microphone to her son.

"We want you to dance with us."He dropped the microphone. "Please mommy?"

"Sure." She said with a genuine smiled.

'Ayo' from Chris Brown started playing and she followed the routine with her students.

As it was a mashup of all different songs, her part was over quickly and the music ended. The two hosts came back on stage and let everyone applaud them. Instead of going backstage with him, Clarissa took her son to the side where she saw her sister and handed him over.

"Mom, where am I going?"

"To safety." She answered, her eyes locked with Michael's, worry all over them. "Go with aunt Sara."