𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 - Joost Klein

𝐗𝐈𝐕

( If you guys want some music to listen to while reading, I highly recommend listening to Waiting Room by phoebe bridgers for this chapter, especially for the first two parts. )

My lungs fill with muff air as I breathe in deeply. As I open my eyes, I am met with the white ceiling. The pattern of roses embedded in the concrete above me stirs into a blur.

I blink to focus my sight, then rubbing my face with my left hand. I go to lift my other arm, when I feel something holding me back.

I then realise that something is a person. I feel my heart sink as I notice that person is next to me, if not to say on top of me.

My eyes quickly scan the person and I recognise their blonde hair in a heartbeat. What the fuck is he doing here?

I try to think about what happened last night but all I remember is darkness and a fuzzy memory of a nightmare. My head pounds as I quickly free myself from Joost his arms.

What the fuck happened? I didn't want him to touch me. God. What has he done to me?
I feel anxiety creep into my veins as I jump off the bed.

I realise I'm only wearing a shirt and panties. Shit. No. No. No.  He wouldn't.

But he totally would.

I don't want him to touch me ever again, let alone in such a way. He probably already did, knowing I was so drunk I don't remember anything.

'What the fuck are you doing here?' I yell. Quick flashes of what seem like memories race through my mind, but no clear image appears.

He wakes up and squints his eyes while looking at me.

'Hmm?' He groans.

'Joost, for what fucking reason are you in my bed?'

He rubs his eyes and sits up. His hair is messy, the hood of his sweater on his shoulder instead of his back. 'What is going on?' He asks, his Dutch accent seeping through his morning voice.

'Well that's what I would like to know too!' I yell.

'Calm down Maddy, you-'

'Don't call me that.' I interrupt him.

He stays silent, staring at me. He sighs.

'What are you still doing here? Get out!'

'Okay, okay, jezus.' He says, audibly cussing in dutch before standing up and walking over to me.

'What did you do to me, huh? What are you laughing for?' I say as he smirks.

'Nothing. What's wrong with you?' He says, a small chuckle of disbelief.

'There's nothing fucking wrong with me, Joost.' I respond. 'You really want me to believe you didn't do anything to me?'

'Why would-' He sighs, looking at me. His expression changes from confused and angry to something softer. I almost feel bad, he looks so sensitive.

But he's not, I repeat to myself. He's not, he's not, he's not.

'I would never, ever, do something like-' He starts.

'Don't touch me.' I hiss, cutting him off as he goes to touch my shoulder.

He lowers his arm. Confusion settles in his eyes. 'Why-'

'Get out.'

He takes a step back and chuckles, shaking his head. 'Forget it. Get a fucking grip, Madelyn.' He huffs before walking to the door.

'Excuse me?' I quickly say, walking after him.

He turns around. 'Listen to me, Madelyn. I am trying to explain this to you but you wont fucking listen!'