Gymnastiaaaa.

Finn is her boyfriend who valeri caught abusing Nast, etc, etc, basically we aren't posting that part. It's so graphic

DEDICATED TO MEGAN. Lub yew.


Graphicness below.

"Ahhh." Nastia said, pulling her foot up immediately after placing weight on it. It had been 6 weeks since surgery, and the wound had healed, and the bone was supposed to be mended. "It's alright, you can do it" Valeri coaxed. "It just feels weird..I'm pretty sure it's healed." Nastia bit her lip, and closed her eyes tightly. She beared weight to the foot and hobbled for a couple of seconds. "It feels alright." Valeri beamed. "Great! Conditioning in a week on it once you get your bearings back. Then in 6 months, training!" He said enthusiastically. Nastia smiled. "Yesss! I've missed WOGA so much!" Then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Nastia called. Nastia turned around, mouth open wide. "Fi-..Finn?" Finn walked in and Nastia stood there, gaping. Anna smiled. "Finn called to apologize..apparently Valeri-" She glared at Valeri "Had it all wrong. Nastia had just gotten out of the shower, fell and hit her head on the door. Then Finn tried to dry the blood with a hair dryer, and threw it to her for her to catch." Anna rolled her eyes. "Boys." She muttered. "Finn was in a bad mood because his parents had split up and his little sister had been taken away, which explained the storming around, and also his yelling at Valeri." Valeri smirked. "Yeah...I'm silly for jumping to conclusions..My babygirl wouldn't let herself be pushed around, Eh?" He said with a knock to Nastia's shoulder playfully. "Y-Yeah." Nastia stuttered. "Alright, well you two go on upstairs while I make dinner." Anna stated. Finn scooped up Nastia and carried her up the stairs so she wouldn't have to walk on the newly operated on ankle. "Thanks." she whispered. Once they had arrived, Finn set Nastia on the bed, but she pushed herself up and hobbled towards him. "I still love you." She said softly. "Shh..I know." Finn told Nastia. Nastia walked slowly backwards, keeping her eyes on the man who once had treated her..like..like dirt. Like someone who didn't have feelings. "But I can't trust you. And that overrules everything." Nastia growled. "Do you think I've effing FORGOTTEN what you did to me?" Nastia spat. "And you go and (***BAD WORD ALERT.***)fucking LIE to my parents?!" Finn looked around. "I cannot believe you." She hissed. "I'm SO going down to tell my parents the truth." Finn clenched his fists. "Listen." Nastia turned around. "I already did that once..didn't work out." Finn grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. "OW." she screamed. "Everything alright down there?" Valeri called from his upstairs office, sounding worried. "Yeah...Nastia's ankle is just hurting." Finn called. "Shut up." Nastia whisper-shouted. "No." Finn demanded. "You. You're such a fricking whiner. Blah blah blah you forced me blah blah blah." Nastia's eyes flared with anger. Finn grabbed a pen off of Nastia's desk, where her Algebra and Chemistry textbooks lied. She had been studying. Finn grasped the pen so tightly, his knuckles turned white. Nastia sniffled and gulped. Why had she let him up here? "So. You wanna contradict me, huh?" Finn asked threateningly. Nastia shook her head, pinned up against the doorway. Her ankle had given out and now she was sitting down. Finn crouched down to her level and stroked her hair. "I said, Do ya?" Nastia shook her head again. "No." she whispered. "Good. Because if you do, I think that scar may need to be restitched" he said, gazing at the long scar on Nastia's left ankle, clicking the pen loudly. Nastia inhaled sharply. "No..Finn..you can't...It might hurt my gym-" Nastia tried to say, but Finn cut her off. "What did I just say?" Nastia kept quiet. "Do you think I give a (**BAD WORD ALERT**)damn about gymnastics? It's not even a sport." "You know, that's where I draw the line." Nastia said, struggling to free herself from Finn's grasp. But he didn't let up. He slowly moved the pen towards her ankle. Nastia flailed around, ignoring the pain. "NO. Finn. Please." she whimpered. "You can't, please." Nastia begged. "Hey, didn't I tell you a while back-" he inched the pen closer. "Not." A centimeter closer. "To" Nastia closed her eyes, as Finn moved the pen closer, making contact with her stitched foot. "Tell." He dug the pen into her scar, making one single stitch snap. Nastia winced in pain, a single tear flowing down her cheek. "Me what to do." He finished, taking the pen out of her skin, the head covered in blood. Finn stormed out, throwing the pen down on the ground. "I'm leaving. Goodbye." "Sorry, I can't stay for idnner..important college meeting." Nastia heard Finn tell Anna sweetly. "That (**BAD WORD ALERT**)bastard." Nastia whispered, gently touching the blood pouring out of her ankle. It might as well been her trust for everything..just draining out of her heart. She couldn't believe somebody could hurt her in this way. She slowly got to her feet and tried to walk, but couldn’t. She winced in pain as she attempted to hobble to the stairs, but sat down on the steps. “Daddy?” She called upstairs, sucking in a breath. “Yeah babe?” Nastia let out one sob, knowing now that it would take much longer to heal. “I did something stupid.” Valeri showed up at the top of the stairs and looked down at his daughter, her ankle bleeding all over the white carpeting. “ANASTASIA!” he ran down the stairs, scooping her up in his arms to prevent the blood from going anywhere else, “What did you DO?!” Nastia cried, wincing in pain. “I’m sorry, it …itched. I scratched it.” Valeri’s face turned bright red with anger. “ I hope the anesthetic doesn’t work when they have to stitch this back up for being so stupid.” "I'M SORRY." Nastia screamed, eyes closed. "I'M SORRY I CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT. I'm..I'm just sorry." Nastia forced herself out of her Dad's arms, falling on the ground, on her knees and hands, with a *clunk*. She crawled quickly back to her bathroom, grabbed the whole roll of toilet paper, and held it against her ankle. She gasped and cried, staying like that for five minutes, ignoring Valeri's knocks and pleads of "Open the door." or "Let me come in." Nastia removed the toilet paper. The bleeding had stopped somewhat. She grabbed to the counter, and pulled herself up. Nastia hopped to her medicine cabinet, and pulled out some gauze the doctor had given her a while back. She pressed it her scar, and taped it in place. “Anastasia Valeryevna, open the door now.’ Nastia whimpered and opened it, sitting down against the counter. He picked her up again. “We need to get it restitched. Do I need to have them cast it so you don’t do that again?” Nastia shook her head. “No, I gotta train, daddy. I gotta condition.” Valeri shook his head. Nastia looked confused. “What do you mean No? I HAVE to! I have to come back! It’s like you always say..every second not spent training, is a time when other people are getting better than me! Please, I have to condition…I have to. I don’t want people to get better than me. I’m sorry!” "You can still condition with a cast on. We'll strap an equal amounted ankle weight to the other foot. It'll just add more difficulty to exercises." "Dad. No." Nastia wiled. "I can't do leg exercises with a cast. I. NEED. Leg exercises to get my tumbling and vault up." Valeri shook his head again. "I'm sorry..No..this is what you get...it's your own fault." Nastia groaned. “When can I train again?” she practically begged with her eyes as she wiped a tear away. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Why couldn’t he have just left her alone? She hadn’t done anything…he couldn’t have just stayed away? But yet…she still loved him. He still had her whole heart, no matter how many times he hurt her. She was the best thing to ever happen to her…or so she thought. She’d protect him. She wouldn’t tell anyone the truth. She didn’t want him to get in trouble…sighing, she let her father pick her up and carry her to the car. “Answer me truthfully, Dad.” Valeri sighed. He shook his head. "Could be one month, could be eight. More than likely eight." Nastia bit her lip. Valeri carried her downstairs and plopped her on the couch, explaining to Anna how the sticthes came out. Anna rolled her eyes. "When are you going to learn?!" Nastia ignored her with a huff. Then, Hollie walked through the door. She looked around, and her eyes fell on Nastia, with bloodstained gauze around her ankle. "Ah, god, Nast." Nastia waved sheepishly. "What the hell did you do?" "I--I scratched the the stitches because the were bothering me. They itched." Nastia lied. Hollie shook her head and gave Nastia and eye of "I don't believe you". Nastia just turned away. "Dad?" Nastia asked. "Mm?" Valeri asked in return. "Can..Can you carry me upstairs?" Valeri sighed. "God, fine." After he had dumped Nastia on her bed, Hollie walked over towards her and sat next to Nastia. Hollie massaged Nastia's shoulders, but Nastia pushed away. "What really happened?" Hollie whispered. Nastia shook her head, then gave in. "Okay..." She said softly, wringing her hands together. "Finn..Finn..he did this. I called him out for that one night a year ago, and he just...ripped them out." Hollie's eyes were wide, and she embraced Nastia tightly. "And, Hollie, I don't know if I can do this anymore." Hollie released Nastia. "What do you mean? You have a chance to win. it. all. You can do this, Nastia, I believe in you." Nastia shook her head. "I just don't know Hollie. I thought I always knew my goals, I always wanted to have a simple life. Wake up, Eat, Gymnastics, School, Eat, Gymnastics, Sleep. That's all I ever wanted. Then I cursed my life for being boring. I wanted more. And now..Finn. He changed my life around. I love him, and I want to devote everything to him. He's mine..and I can't let him get away. He's the reason. I'm even HERE." Hollie exhaled sharply. "Nas. Please don't do this. He's using you." "NO. He's not. He loves me, he just has a temper, please..don't tell. Please." Nastia begged. "Okay. But I do think he's brainwashing you." Hollie said, looking uncomfortable. "I...Think I want to stop doing gymnastics. I'll fly out to UCLA and live in L.A. until college." "Nastia, no. I'll let you visit him, but please, you cannot stop doing gym. You have a talent. And deep down, under your scars and injuries, there's a passion. Nastia, you have a chance to make it. To become an Olympian." Nastia looked up at Hollie, tears welling in her eyes. They were remembering that day in July...2004. "My world came crashing down." Hollie whispered. "Nas...Marta loves you." Hollie said her eyes flaring in anger. But then, they watered down again, tears flowing. "Nastia. Just..if anything..Just do it for me." And with that, Hollie walked out of the room in silence, leaving Nastia in tears.

Copyright to Megan and I..blah blah blah..basically don't steal it or I'm suing.