Memoir of a SUB

** This is the first book i have written based on my personal experiences and statements made in form of retelling by some of the people involved**

**English is not my first language, please forgive me for any spelling mistakes. I also went through an emotional rollercoaster, since i had to go back to the memories i had hidden away.

**Even though most parts of this book is written as events had occurred, some parts have been left out of the book, in order to avoid triggers that have not yet been delt with.

**Venschigen is not a real village, however there is a secret in the name itself**

***I truly hope you all enjoy this chapter and leave feedback and let me know what you think**

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The day started early for Alina (age 11). She had to get ready for her first day at her new school. Her parents had recently sold their old house and moved to a two-storey apartment closer to the city. They left behind their cozy neighborhood in a small village called Venschigen because their previous home was too small, and Alina was constantly harassed by the boys in the village.

The harassment started small: destroying her toys, pulling on her long ginger curly hair. Sometimes they mocked her glasses, which covered her hazel eyes, or called her fat because she was already forming small bumps on her chest—unlike the other girls in the neighborhood.

She was by no means fat, but she always felt insecure about her body. Her hips seemed wider than those of her friends, and she constantly tried to cover up as much of her body as possible. Summer was the hardest, when it was too hot to hide under baggy sweaters and long sleeves.

She begged her mother, Angelica ("Angie"), to take her shopping for bras. But Angie always refused. "Alina, you are too young, and no one is looking at your chest because you're still a child," she'd say. But Alina knew better. Her mother was always too busy to care because of work.

Alina tried to explain. "Pleaseee, Mom. Other girls are also shopping for bras with their mothers."

But Angie would always reply, "Just because others are doing something doesn’t mean you have to do it too."

Alina couldn’t explain the real reason. She was scared her mother would think she was doing "weird stuff" when playing outside.

Her parents had no idea what happened after school. The neighborhood boys often played a game they called the "Tickle Game," cornering her and tickling her all over. Alina hated it. They always targeted her chest, making honking noises. She told them repeatedly that she didn’t like it. It never stopped.

One day, she was playing on the playground with her best friend Emily (age 10), pretending to be a horse since Emily loved horse riding. Out of nowhere, Timmy and his twin brother Jimmy, the neighborhood bullies, pushed them to the ground.

Alina never talked to the twins before. Everyone knew they were trouble. Their mother was known as the "village drunk" and rumored to work the streets. The twins (age 14) were basically raising themselves after their father died while in military service.

"HEY! WTF ARE YOU DOING?" Alina shouted, glaring at the boys. She didn’t know what came over her—maybe she was just tired of being bullied. While helping each other up, Emily whispered, "Let’s just go somewhere else."

"NO! I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE. YOU CAN LEAVE IF YOU WANT, BUT I'M NOT LETTING THESE BRAINLESS IDIOTS RUIN OUR FUN!" Alina snapped.

She had recently started self-defense lessons at a Taekwondo school and felt confident, even if it had only been two weeks.

Emily, who had lived in Venschigen longer, knew the twins well. "Please, Alina, let’s just go. It’s better this way," she pleaded, her blue eyes filled with tears.

But Alina stood her ground. Emily's golden hair was full of dirt and grass. Someone had to protect her.

"BIG MISTAKE, LITTLE RED. YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO BLONDIE," Jimmy sneered. The boys flanked her. Timmy pushed her hard to the ground, pinning her wrists.

"PLEASE LET HER GO! WE WON'T BOTHER YOU ANYMORE!" Emily cried.

"LEAVE US ALONE BEFORE YOU KNOW WHAT!" Timmy shouted.

Emily ran to find help. Most villagers were at church. She ran to the twins’ house, hoping their mother would intervene. But the woman brushed her off. "Girls in this village are always harassing my boys," she said.

Alina was alone.

"GET OFF ME, YOU SICKOS!" she shouted. Jimmy was on top of her, groping her and grabbing her face.

"NO! We’re going to show you what happens when you big-mouth us, little red," Timmy said, grinning.

"GO TO HELL, YOU SCUMBAGS!" she mumbled.

Jimmy leaned in and kissed her forcefully. It was her first kiss, and it came from someone she despised.

"No, please... stop," Alina muffled. She was breathless and crying.

"SHIT, this feels so good," Jimmy said. "I never thought we’d go this far, but she deserves it," Timmy added.

As Jimmy enjoyed the assault, Alina realized he wasn't using his full weight. She could move her legs. Summoning her strength, she kneed him hard in the groin.

"BRO, ARE YOU GOOD?" Timmy yelled, rushing to his brother.

Alina ran. "YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS, RED!" Jimmy screamed after her.

She didn’t care. She ran home, locked the doors and windows, and sobbed. Her parents weren’t home.

She called Emily. Her brother answered, then passed the phone.

"OMG, ALINA, are you okay? I was so scared for you! I tried... I tried..." Emily sobbed.

Emily had tried to get help, but the twins’ mother refused. "Girls are always lying about my boys," she said.

Emily couldn’t believe it. She knew firsthand the twins were dangerous. They were good-looking, yes—blond hair, green eyes, athletic bodies—but they were cruel.

"I’m okay now. I ran home. They didn’t do much. But I think we shouldn’t play there anymore. I should have listened to you," Alina said, trembling.

Emily felt guilty. She hadn’t been strong enough to help.

They made a silent promise: stay away from the twins.

Alina never told her parents. In her culture, it would bring shame.

Everything seemed fine for the next week.

Until they went to the beach, two weeks later...