Le Garritsen

Flashbacks-1

Elena's POV

The next day I woke to the sweet chirping of birds and a delicious smell of bacon and eggs. The events of the past few months came rushing back to me and in an effort to stifle those horrendous memories I let out a little gasp. A lady sitting in an armchair near me had woken up and was now asking me how I was feeling. What was it she told me to call her? Mama, I think.

"I'm much better now, thank you very much Mama,"I told her."I don't think I got a chance to thank you for all this hospitality. I have no idea how I'm gonna repay you! I hope I can make it up to you while I'm here. By the way, where exactly am I?"

I could tell she thought that was extremely weird because of the expression she had before her  face morphed into one of sympathy again.

"You're in Amsterdam, darling! I'm sure you've been through a lot, seeing as you don't even know where you are, but we can deal with that later," came back the friendly reply.

So she didn't know anything about me. I think that's best for now. I don't think she'd want me in her house if she knew she was nursing the daughter of the most wanted drug lord in New York. Sigh. Yep, that's my life, running from here to there to everywhere, never settling down in one place. Always moving around, being chased by one dangerous drug lord or the other, living a nomadic life, but with a lot more danger.

Until, I moved to New York. My dad did one good thing in the history of my life and bought me a loft in Manhattan.I know, I know, what would a 16 year old be doing alone in a loft in Manhattan? But I've been living the rough life since I was practically a baby, so I think I can handle myself. Anyway, my loft was exactly what a loft is supposed to be, small in comparison to some other houses, but quaint and cosy. I had a roommate too, a guy from my school called Troye. Yep, I had a guy roommate. He was gay. But yes, he was the best best friend I ever had. But ever since he started recording songs, he'd been in and out, until one day,he finally moved out.

That was kinda when all the trouble started.

But before I could think of that, I heard someone say something in Dutch. It sounded like he was swearing,and sure enough, Mama told him off for swearing in front of me.

I looked up from my little flash back to see the guy who had apparently saved my life. As soon as I did, I felt like I'd been slapped in the face.

God, he was beautiful! And I know, who calls a guy beautiful? But still, when you see a guy like that, you don't really know what else to call him. I remember talking to him last night in my half-drugged state. I hope I didn't tell him anything so weird that he's freaked out to even come near me. As it is, I look like shit. My past always keeps in pace with my present (#mysadlife)

He was standing at the door, looking embarrassed to come in. Great, I scared him off already!

While I was silently cursing myself for being such a wreck,Mama and he were discussing something in Dutch.I figured it didn't matter if I eavesdropped because  I didn't understand Dutch anyway, so I did. I caught Elena a few times and figured they were talking about me. They were probably wondering how much longer they would have to put up with me.

"I'm so grateful to you for all your kindness. I'll leave as soon as I can,"I said.

That was probably the worst thing I could've said.

Martijn's POV

"Martijn,wat de joe buiten?" Mama called out.

Shit, she spotted me! I swore out loud. The girl was looking down at her hands, deep in thought. God, she was beautiful! Even with all those cuts, she had the kind of face that radiated beauty, the kind that made you rethink your very description of beauty.

Elena looked up, and I looked away immediately. I did NOT want to be caught staring and possibly scare her off.

Mama started talking to me in Dutch about the girl, asking for the details of where and when and how we found her. I wish she would stop doing that, it probably made Elena feel very left out.

Suddenly, she started speaking. Her voice was unlike any other I had heard, more deep than high pitched and with a slight American accent. So it took some time for me to register her words.

"I'm so grateful to you for all your kindness. I'll leave as soon as I can,"she said.

"What?!?" Mama and I exclaimed in unison.

"But you can't leave yet! You haven't completely healed!"Mama said.

"But you can't leave yet!We haven't even gotten to know each other!"I said.

Elena's face showed amusement as she said, "I was joking! How could I ever leave without repaying you for all your kindness?"

"If you say thank you one more time, I am going to make sure you eat an extra plate of breakfast!"Mama said.

"Haha, ok!"Elena said. "Although if the food tastes as great as it smells, I wouldn't mind having an extra plate!"

Thank god. Thank god she's not leaving.

I don't understand why I feel this way about a girl I hardly even know. God, I was gonna have to figure it out.

Elena's POV

That was probably the best save ever. Cheers to me!

But Martijn's face when I said that I was gonna leave puzzles me. He looked genuinely sad. Which is weird, considering the fact that he didn't even know me. But for now, I'm just gonna eat my breakfast, correction: my amazingly delicious breakfast, and then sleep it off.

God, I have a lot to figure out!

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P.S:The story's going a little slow right now, but just hold on, we're getting to a major plot twist!