#ur call

cassidy is shaking. there’s dried blood on her face and her wrists and ankles are raw from where she’s pulled at the shackles. she doesn’t remember what happened, just that she’d been walking home from dance with clem. even though they weren’t in the same class, they went to the same studio. and despite their arguments at the end of the day they were sisters. supposed to be picking up natalie on the way home so their mom didn’t have to worry about it. a small part of cassidy remembers them being grabbed, fighting back, can only hope her sister got away. letting out a sob, she wonders how long she’s been here for when the door opens.

looking up, she sees someone different from the thugs that had been checking on her every so often. pressing herself back against the wall, she tries to make herself small. it isn’t a very hard thing to do when she’s still in her leotard and tights. not bothering to look at the man that’s entered the room, she speaks softly. “please, i just want to go home. i haven’t done anything i swear.”