Kissing in cars

I could have took the easiest way out and turned around and hit the person. But no. I'm Stacey and I decided to let myself stand there with someone wrapped around my body while I got drenched in the shower. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life.
I done a quick think and tried to narrow down who it was.
Definitely not Vic or Mike because of their tanned skin. Not Tony or Alex because they had tattoos. So that left Jaime, Rian, Zack and Jack.

"Jesus Stace calm down, it's me!" I heard a half hearted laugh come from behind me, booming voice echoing in the large shower.
Fucking Jack.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING GET OUT!" I yelled at him. Why did Jack Barakat be the first person ever to see me naked? Out of all people.
"Woah woah Stacey calm down it was just a joke!" Jack took a step back with wide eyes, genuinely looking scared.
"GET THE FUCK OUT! VIC!" I didn't know what else to do but to call Vic. I ran out of the shower naked, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body before Vic came in. I knew he was coming because I heard fast foot steps and 'I'm coming!" Coming from that familiar voice.

The door burst open and there stood Vic. I was now stood over by the sink and toilet, furthest away from the shower as I could get.
"What happened?!" Vic yelled at me over the still blaring shower.
I didn't say anything. I simply couldn't. I just pointed to the shower where a very naked Jack stood with his hands over his dick.
"Jack what the fuck man?" Vic was rubbing my arms, trying to get me dry quickly.
"I didn't know she would react like that!" He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his torso.
"Dude, she's a girl! A lady! You're not supposed to do that! The guys don't care, but damn it you don't do that to girls!
Jack nodded and pouted his head.
"Sorry.. sorry Stace. I honestly didn't mean any harm I promise!"
I shook my head and Vic waved him out.

I couldn't say a word. I was sat there, with Vic's arms around me trying to get me dryer. I couldn't say anything.
Last time this happened, I didn't say a word for almost a month and I had to go speech therapy for a few weeks to gain my speech back. Which is also the reason why I talked with a little stutter, also from nerves and anxiety but those were no excuse, so my mother tells me. I started crying from the thought of that day.

*5 years earlier*

I was sitting at the rock pool on a really windy and rainy day back in the UK. I always felt comforted by the sea and the waves crashing loudly on the rocks. It was my place, my place to sit and just think about everything that was on my mind.
I was sitting there on the sand next to the rock pool, just watching the huge waves crash upon the lighthouse on the pier not far away. The tide was coming in quite fast, but it never bothered me. I couldn't swim, but I was safe by the rock pool. The waves never came over the wall of rocks that surrounded that area of sand. It felt like my safe zone.

"Hey slut, what you doing down there? Sitting alone as usual." Becky's voice boomed. Becky was a bully. But really literally not any bully, she had clawed herself onto me. She didn't hate anyone half as much as she hated me. She would put paper in and on my locker telling me I was fat, ugly, I should cut myself, I should die and so on. I received death notes from her and her friends numerous times and they usually cornered me on my way home from school.
This time it was just Becky.

"W..what are you doing here?" I stood up slowly, getting ready to run.
"Why not? Free beach isn't it? Now fuck off, I want this bit."
Becky pushed me hard into the rocks, tripping me up so I landed in a puddle in the rock pool. Becky was spluttering with laughter, until I stood up. Usually I would run away by now, but something inside me just clicked.

I walked quickly up to Becky who had backed away and socked her one right in the mouth.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
I looked around in case anyone saw us, but it was just us two on the beach. I then got scared and started climbing up the mounds of rock that led back up to the promenade.
I felt Becky grabbing my leg, she pulled me back down forcefully which left a mark on my chin, knees and arms on the way down.
She didn't stop as I fell all the way down to the sand. She carried on dragging me towards the coastline. I felt the freezing water hit my body. Becky gave one last pull and kicked my head, leaving me black out.

The next thing I knew, some girl I didn't know was carrying me into a hospital.
"Hey are you okay?"
"Hello?"
"Are you awake?"
But I did not speak.

*Now*

Later then did I know that the girl who saved me was Beth.
I found my voice.
"Beth.. G-get Beth!" I croaked almost silently. I know Vic heard me, because the next thing I know Beth was running in after Vic yelled for her.

"She's not speaking properly!" Vic shook my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes with sadness dripping out of them.
"No! Stacey listen to me. You have to talk. You remember last time? TALK!" Beth slapped me on my right cheek and boy did it hurt.
"BETHANY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" It was back. I got so scared, I started crying into Vic's shoulders as he hugged me.
Vic and Beth both sighed with relief.

Beth told Vic the whole story of Becky. I could see his eyes brimming with tears, it wasn't a pretty sight.
Who could have known something so stupid could almost make me go back to not speaking. It was ridiculous that one person in water could make me do that. I can't even go swimming.

Plus I've never been back to that beach ever again.

Notes

Bit of a filler I guess, it took me ages to write this because I didn't plan it out properly!

So, the culprit is revealed! What do you think? And what about Stacey's mishap at the beach 5 years ago?

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