𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 ✭ TMR Love Triangle

7 - Touch

TW ⚠️ - Sexual assault.

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After dinner, Minho and I were the only ones left at the table. "So you're gonna show me the showers?" I wondered out loud.

Minho sighed, seeming to bother by the fact he had to do something. "Fine." He got up from his seat and walked away. Quickly I got up too and jogged after him. We walked over to a small hut attached to the Homestead. Minho gave me a nasty glance, opened the door, and let me go in.

"Success, Shebean." He joked before closing the door.

I looked around for a bit. About five shower cabins were on my left, and on my right two sinks with a big mirror. It surprised me they even had electricity, but I was glad. Each shower had its own shower curtain, all of them white. Just when I was getting ready and putting the shower on, I realized there wasn't a lock on the door. There was the curtain, but I still didn't know if any perverts would come in.

"You're not going in there, Slinthead." Someone called out from outside the door. I frowned and got distracted by the voices.

"What do you mean? I gotta shower, Minho. I ain't gonna wait just because you Shank want me to." A boy replied.

"These showers are occupied, Shuckface. Now leave."
I realized the voice sounded exactly like it belonged to Minho, and since the other Glader called him Minho, I guessed it was actually him standing there. Was he keeping watch of the door for me?

With red cheeks, I hopped in the shower and let out a yelp. "Can't take the cold water, Shebean?" Minho yelled. "You'll get used to it." He added.

I sighed and washed all the dirt off my body. It was disgusting. I tried to finish quickly, not wanting Minho to wait outside for hours. After cleaning up, I put on my own green pants and Minho's grey shirt. I brought nothing else with me, so it was my only choice.

I dried my hair a bit before walking out of the hut. "Took you shuckin' long, Shebean," Minho commented.

"I was in for ten minutes!" I defended. "But thanks for keeping watch."

Minho shrugged and looked at the ground. "Night." He gave me a nod and walked away.

I wanted to toward the corner Chuck and I normally slept, but when I walked past the Homestead, someone grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me around a corner. I gasped at the sudden attack and watched a boy I didn't recognize in front of me. A faint light above us made me see he had dark hair, but that was it.

"Yes?" I snapped, not feeling comfortable with the way he held my arm and pushed me against the wooden wall. His breathing blew in my face, making me shiver.

A grin formed on the boy's face as he put one of his hands on my waist, watching me closely.

"What are you doing?" I looked him in the eyes, which were black because of the darkness. It was night after all.
"Let go," I ordered, trying to hide the shake in my voice. He moved his cold hand under my shirt, trailing up to my chest. I held my breath, scared of what was going to happen. Tears started to form in my eyes and it was like my mind wasn't clear anymore. Why didn't I just kick him?

When the boy touched me, I shook out of my trance, let out a yelp, and kicked the boy in the crotch. He groaned and bent down immediately, making me free. I started running away from the awful person. As I ran, I decided I couldn't go to Chuck. He slept outside, so the boy would find me again. Chuck wouldn't be able to fight him and I wouldn't either. Too strong.

Should I go to Alby? No. I barely know him. Who do I trust with this? Minho? Not Minho. He hates me. Newt. Yes, Newt. I trust him.

Sucking up some air after being breathless for a few seconds, I rushed over to Newt's hut but then hesitated. What if he refused? Or didn't want to help me? With shaky hands, I touched the door. What just happened made me very upset. Tears were streaming down my face, so I didn't have much of a choice.

I turned my head just to see the dark-haired boy walk closer to me. In a panic, I opened the door to Newt's hut and went in, not even realizing what I was doing. With unsteady breaths, I leaned against the door and listened.

"Jane?"

Newt's voice made me spin around very fast. My eyes opened wide when I saw the boy sitting on his bed. "I- uhm." More tears formed in my eyes and I didn't even take my time to inspect Newt's hut. The only thing I noticed was that it was quite clean.

"Love, what's wrong?" Newt walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, causing me to tense up for a few seconds, but then I relaxed and quietly cried into Newt's shirt.

When I realized I was literally crying in front of Newt with my arms wrapped around him, I let go very fast. "Sorry." I sniffed, wiping my nose.

"What happened, Jane?" Newt took me over to his bed and sat me down. I moved my knees up to my chest before replying.

"There was this boy, and he- he pulled me behind the Homestead." More tears fell down my cheeks as I talked. "And then he... he touched me."

Newt scrunched his eyebrows, clenching his jaw for a few seconds, but then his gaze softened. "It's alright. You're okay now." He grabbed my hand, making my breathing hitch. "Who was it?"

"I don't know. I didn't recognize him, I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry. It's okay, love. I was just asking. We'll take care of him tomorrow, okay? We'll see if you recognize him." Newt suggested, making me nod in response. "Do you want to stay?"

I rubbed my eye. "That would be nice." I nodded. A small smile grew on Newt's face as he lay me down under the sheets. He lay down himself too, but a little further away from me.

"Here." He gave me the biggest part of his blanket and an extra pillow. "Are you okay now?"

I was still very upset but felt comfortable around Newt. "I think I am." Hesitantly I scooted a bit closer to Newt, hoping it would get the strange feeling in my stomach away. The boy really scared me and I could still feel his hands on me. It was horrible, but at least Newt took care of me.

Newt looked me in the eyes for a few seconds as he wrapped one of his arms around me, putting my head onto his chest. "Are you okay with this?"

"Mhm." I nodded, already feeling a lot safer in the boy's arms.

And turned out, Chuck was right. Newt did smell very nice. Like vanilla. Just like Chuck told me.