flatsound || newtmas

fourteen

T.W - mentions of abusive households and very brief mention of death

"You have a sister!" Teresa exclaimed in complete shock. She couldn't believe that there was a girl version of the blonde that sat before her.

"Yeah, um..." A tear slipped from the boy's blue irises. He bit his lip, concealing the wretched sob that threatened to escape. Thomas scooted closer to him and wrapped his arms around him. Teresa stood up and sat next to the two.

"She passed away a bit before we moved....she was killed," Newt told them, his body began to shake at the thought. Teresa looked at Thomas with wide eyes. Teresa was about to say something when Thomas raised his finger to tell her to stop.

Thomas could tell that the boy in his arms wasn't looking for sympathy, just to get this off his chest. Newt took a deep breath before continuing. "She was a year younger than me, she was my best friend. Not many realize that she was my whole world," the boy reached up and wiped his eye.

"It affected me so bloody much...even more than my mum." Thomas rubbed his shoulder to signal that he was still listening. Teresa leaned into the conversation, her chin placed upon her hand.

"We did everything together, and eventually...her death was together as well."

Then it all fit in parts the puzzle of Thomas's mind.

He scrolled through the page, not many photos were on the account. But almost every one had a blonde haired girl in it. They looked very similar but different. One was him and her on the train, another one was them in the park with a dark skinned girl with braids. There was only one that didn't, the most recent one. The photo was looking out on the top of a ledge, a storm raged through the village of trees.

The girl in Newt's photos were his sister, not a friend or girlfriend. This filled in part of the puzzle, but a huge gap in Newt's past and present still laid untold. Thomas still had so many untouchable questions.

"What do you mean?" Teresa asked carefully. "I rather not talk about that, if that's okay?" Newt pulled tighter on the strings. Teresa was going to push further, but Thomas knew when to stop.

He shook his lead lightly and hugged Newt. "Thank you for telling us, if you'll feel comfortable; on your own time.." he shot a look towards Teresa. "..to tells us more. If you want to talk to us about anything at all; know you can," Thomas huged him a bit tighter before lighting up on his care.

Teresa noted this interaction and smiled to herself. "Sorry to depress the mood," Newt apologized. "You have no reason to apologize for your feelings," Thomas told him. "Thanks Tommy."

The genuine smile that appeared on Newt's face made Thomas's insides heat up with pure happiness. "Okay, enough of that. Teresa, you want to show me some of your art?" Newt said, patting his hands on his knees.

They went through more of the painting and drawings. Newt made encouraging comments on all of them and really enjoyed seeing her work. Thomas sat on the bed watching because he's seen T's work a gazillion times. He listened to the two talk a mile a minute, occasionally laughing at the stupid comments made.

"Do you want to stay over tonight? It's getting a little dark to be walking home...also considering that none of us know where you live," Teresa asked Newt once they all were back to sitting in the triangle on Teresa's bed. "Yeah, why not. I'll tell my mum but she won't really care," Newt said, leaning back onto the pillow behind him.