()We have a Dance()Ootori Kyouya()It's Called Love()7()

"Never come back!" said a loud voice with anger and frustration. A weird sense of pressure hit my ribs and my arms.
"My wife was stupid to let you dance!"
I felt tears stream my face like rivers and after awhile I think my tears deserted me. My father had finally found out that I danced at school. My father kicked me against the front door and this time I spit out blood. The maids and the other servants hid in other rooms, watching me being hit by my father. I felt so alone and hated in this world. My long, vibrant black hair now turned a slight brown in some places like a cow's skin. My skin was now turning pale. My vibrant eyes now turned dull like stone.
My father seized my chin roughly and I didn't resist. My hollow eyes looked right through him. His eyes looked at me with incompetence. He punched me in the stomach hard. I blanked out immedately. Before I fell silent, I heard the ringing of a phone. I could hear a small conversation.
"Child Services, how can we help you?"
"This is Li Syaoran. My master is being abused by her father."
At least Syaoran did something. I felt darkness consume me like a soft warm blanket.
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The monotors beeped like a hospital. I could smell the white gloves of the doctors rubbing my arm. I opened my eyes very slowly. It took a little of time to register the tile ceilings. I saw the coat of arms like insignia of the Ootori family. I sighed and a tear fell down my eye.
"Kyouya...I can't dance again, can I?" I murmured, hoping for the answer no.
A voice filled with sympathy echoed," I am not Ootori-sama, but I'm afraid no, Momoka-sama."
I looked to the side with great grief.
"Eriol," I said, grief trailing my voice,"Is that you? What happened to Father?"
"He was turned in to the authorites after Syaoran called."
"He's not going to hurt me?"
"Not anymore."
"Oh Mother, thank you!"

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