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The New Member

The Memory

That’s when the door opened.
There stood Tony with a shocked face as he just stared at me. All I could do was stare back. We stood there for a good 10 seconds before I realised what was going on.
I let out a terrified scream, “Get the fuck out!”
Tony quickly ran out and slammed the door shot. I must have given that boy a heart attack. But that wasn’t all I thought about. I slowly slid down the slippery wall and sat on the wet floor.

16 years ago
The bus finally arrived back at the house we were staying at. My class and the two classes above me had gone on a school trip. Today was such a tiring day. We walked all the way from the house to the other side of the city. I really loved Paris, but it was way too tiring if you trust the one guy who claims to be able to read maps. Let me tell you that you should never trust that guy. You will get lost and a walk that’s supposed to last one hours will turn into a walk that lasts two hours. My legs were screaming and all I wanted was to take a nice warm shower.
So that’s exactly what I did.

I grabbed my towel and fresh clothes and walked towards the shower I shared with the surrounding 2 rooms. We were unlucky and had gotten bathroom that did not have a door that closed properly, let alone that it locked properly. But we all trusted each other and had become great friends. The other groups knew us as the ‘Neighbourhood Nine’. I understand where they got the nine from, in total we were 9 people, 4 guys and 5 girls, but I have no clue where the neighbourhood came from. We had developed a system where we had 3 different colored socks that we would hang up on the door handle: Red for shower, blue for toilet, and green for any other reasons and you didn’t want other people to come in.

So I carefully hung up the red sock making sure that it wouldn’t accidentally slip off. I took of my clothes and turned on the nice warm shower. I washed myself when the door suddenly opened and somebody came in.

“I’m sorry, did I forget to put a sock on?” I asked.
“Oh no, I just wanted to get ready for my shower.” A voice which I recognized as Rick’s said.
I trusted Rick, he was one of my closest friends during the trip, but he was also 2 years older than me.
“You do know that I might take a while, right?” I mentioned as I turned around to face the wall.
“It’s fine.”
I continued to enjoy the water and turned around. I saw Rick standing about to enter the shower as well.
“Um, Rick, what are you doing?” I inquired.
“I was just wondering if I could have a hug.” He smirked.
I wasn’t stupid and felt really uncomfortable with this, “I’m sorry.”
“Oh come on. Just one hug.”
“No!” I tried to walk past him and succeeded. But then he took hold of my wrist.
“What?” I asked again as I turned to face him.

He grabbed my boob and I started to panic. I took my loose hand and embedded my nails in his arm pulling it off of me. Everything was a blur. All I wanted was to get out of this situation. I grabbed my towel and ran away locking myself in the room I shared with 2 other girls. Luckily they went to get dinner a few streets down and weren’t here to so me. I started crying uncontrollably and was scared out of my mind.

The next couple of days I spent trying to avoid Rick at an extent, but not make it seem suspicious. Rick had tried to apologize, and I accepted, but I did not believe it one bit.

Present
The memories that I had suppressed all those years were now fresh in my mind again. I wondered what I would have been like if it never happened. Would I have been more outgoing? Would I feel more comfortable around guys? I definitely wouldn’t have freaked out as much when Tony walked in.

I tried to do what I did so many years ago and suppress the memories. I picked myself up and made myself presentable, which basically meant brushing wet hair into a ponytail, putting on shorts and and old PTV sweater, and my knee high socks. I seriously did not care what people thought about me, if you haven’t noticed yet.

I made my way down to the kitchen and made myself of cup of hot chocolate. I sat down at the dining table and stared down at my hot chocolate. Different shades of brown were swirling around together as the liquid swished from one side to another. The marshmallows slowly started to melt away joining the small glitter-like particles. It was a beautiful sight. It reminded me of the beautiful night sky reflected in the anxious ocean.

I got so absorbed in my drink that I didn’t even notice Tony was stood behind me.
“Are you still going to drink that?”
I jumped up slightly before finally resting the elbows back on the table and hummed in neither agreement nor disagreement. I lightly tugged at my sleeves, trying to cover my hands. Tony looked at me with wide eyes that had evidence of fear.

“Please tell me you didn’t.” He whispered, tears forming in his eyes.
“Didn’t what?”
“Give me your hands.”
I did as he told me to and gave him a confused glance. He pulled up my sleeves and looked back at me with a droplet of salt water running down his cheek.
“Why?” was all he could mutter.
“Why what- HOLY FUCK WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!?” I proclaimed.
“What?”
“I don’t- what- when- how did this happen?” I stared down at my left wrist. Right next to the old scar was a new burning red line.
“I’m so sorry Noortje. I shouldn’t have walked in on you!”
“No… no it’s not your fault... “ I breathed out, “I have no clue how this happened.”
“You don’t have to lie to me Noortje.”
“I seriously don’t know! I promised myself I would never do this, and then after it happened once, I promised myself I would never ever ever do it again!” We now both had tears flowing down freely.
“Ok, I believe you.”

Tony cupped my cheek and he ran his thumb underneath my eye catching the tears as they fell. He stared into my eyes as if he was trying to read me and telepathically know what was going on in my head. We were interrupted by the front door slamming shut.

“Guess who’s here!” Mike shouted out.
I quickly pulled up my sleeve again just on time for Mike, Jaime, and Vic to not see me move. Tony however, was too slow and hesitant moving his hand away from my face. The guys were just able to catch a glimpse.
“Oooh, looky what’s going on here.” Mike started, but he was soon interrupted when he saw our tear stained faces. “Wait, what is going on here?!”
I stood up and tried my best to smile at the guys and walked up the stairs with my head down. I could just hear Tony answer Mike’s question, “Nothing.”

Notes

This was quite a difficult chapter to write.
Something like Noortje's flashback has happened to me. Nobody knows about it. I was able to suppress to memories for so long, but recently I have found myself thinking about it more than once a day.

-DSN

Comments

@Nickyvlxx
Hahaha, thank you. You can totally see how my writing has developed in this story; the first chapters are written so bad. I'm excited for our story as well.

Yaaaaay I read it all! I finished it! I loved it, babe. You're an amazing writer and I'm happy I get to work together with you :) ♡

@Nickyvlxx
Thank you so much. I remember writing chapter three when I was in a really weird mood; I was so confused about everything. I'm Dutch as well, but (as I recall you saying somewhere at the beginning of the story; I have a really weird memory for weird things) English is my first language because I've been speaking it a lot more than Dutch since I was very young. But this wasn't the reason I chose to make her Dutch, I wanted something European and put some random countries in a hat (well, on a website, but same thing) and it came out. So yay!

I have read 3 chapters now and I honestly love it! You have a beautiful writing style and the story is really unique! I also kind of relate to Noortjes feelings. I have the same problems with reality. And I like it a lot that she is dutch because I am too :p

I'M STILL READING!!

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