Hell is better

Chapter 3

Teresa's point of view:

It had been exactly 2 days since Newt yelled at me and pretended I didn't care.
But it wasn't, it hurt me, very bad. I had hurt a lot of people, maybe I deserved it, but Newt made it harder for me to see the future.
In general it made everything harder, we were here, together ..... and that didn't make it easier. The city was destroyed, we were hurt, we hated each other. I hadn't imagined it that way.
Where were my good opinions? My goals? I wanted to do everything better, but I didn't know how.
In the last 2 days we hadn't really talked much, hadn't done much. Most of the time we just sat there or avoided each other.
I often crept up on the roof and read. Sometimes I just thought and looked at the starry sky. Then I briefly forgot how ugly the world was and let myself be enchanted by the beauty of the sky.
I knew that there was a reason why I was still alive, why we were still alive ..... but which one it was ...... no idea.
I still had a lot to do well, but that couldn't be it, could it?
God didn't just let me live because I was supposed to apologize.
Maybe it was fate and I was meant for something or he just wanted to torment me. Because right now it just felt pointless and stupid. Fucking stupid.
And I just didn't feel like it anymore. Maybe no strength either.
I've always been kind of weak, dodged myself and taken the easiest route.
But that wasn't the best, I knew that now. And I was sorry, but that didn't changed anything. No one cared.

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It was time to see Newt again. I got up from my peaceful place on the roof and headed for the stairwell.
Almost everything about this house was sealed off so the cranks couldn't come to us. It had worked so far.
The door could only be opened with a fingerprint, it had taken me forever to hack into the system and add Newt and my fingerprint.
The first time I didn't know, I locked myself out. I sat here for full 3 hours until Newt noticed that I wasn't there. But how should I have known that this dilapidated building is equipped with high-tech technology. I prefer to save myself the question of where they got all this from.
I went slowly down the stairs.
I looked back one more time to make sure the door was locked. I went further.
From a distance I could see Newt sitting on the couch, when he heard me he lifted his head briefly, but then didn't pay any attention to me.

After washing my hands, I went to the medical cabinet and got a new bandage.
I sat down next to him, he stared at me in confusion. We didn't talk much. I showed him the bandage, whereupon he looked at me annoyed. "Oh come on, I have to clean the wound, you know that it can get infected otherwise."
He avoided physical contact as best he could, but I had to treat him.
He pulled up his shirt and I caught a glimpse of his muscular torso. Even if half of it was covered in blood, you could see every muscle.
I carefully went over the wound with water, which made him flinch for a moment. It looked a lot better than it did a few days ago. After I finished, he pulled his shirt back down.
"It looks really good. I tied it tight, so you should be able to take a shower." "Okay, bring me some new clothes."
I nodded.
The closet was at the top, he couldn't stretch his arms enough to get there. Otherwise the pain would make it worse.

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With the clothes in my arms, I shamed in front of the bathroom. I could clearly hear the sound of the faucet.
I moved impatiently from one foot to the other, back and forth. I don't know what that was about. Strands of my hair in my face, maybe I should tie it together.
I ran out of time to talk about such irrelevant stuff because the door opened with a click.
Now Newt was standing in front of me, only wrapped around his waist with a towel.
His dirty blonde hair was clinging to his head, and pearls of water ran down his body.
Well, he was already attractive, no question about it. But he liked Thomas and he hated me.
Besides, he wasn't my type at all, well, I didn't even really know what my type was.
"Do you want to give me the things now?"
I winced briefly, but then hurried to give him the clothes. It was embarrassing.
He just stood there with the things in his arms. Something was in the air, and his gaze .......
Before I could think about it, he put his things next to him on the dry floor. Then everything happened very quickly.
He came up to me, I didn't know what was happening. As if in a freeze I did nothing, waited what he was up to. With all his strength he pushed me back against the wall behind us.
His arm was on my throat and he squeezed harder and harder so that I could hardly breathe.
I looked at him surprised and shocked at the same time.
I wanted to start saying something with my last breath, but he was faster. "I now know what you're playing here, and believe me it won't work!" he started talking hatefully.
"You think you can win my trust so easily, fool me, but you are wrong! Because I see through you Teresa! You just want me to take you to the Safe Haven, I'm your ticket! And then you tell everyone that you saved me and everyone forgives you! But no, I won't allow that. "
All the screaming made my headache worse. This time I couldn't really concentrate on what he was saying, I got the point anyway.
But I fought, fought the pain. The wall behind me was rough, very rough, and he kept pushing me against it.
My wound on the back was pushed further and further into the small holes in the wall, I could already feel the blood running down. I was really close to screaming.
"I'd rather die than help you!" if I heard him say it, he let go and I slumped.

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Newt's point of view:

I had finally told her what I wanted all along. I felt really good! But at the time I didn't know that it would change quickly.
After I let go of her, she collapsed briefly, but then endured She ran into her room and slammed the door. That was about 1 hour ago.
And as soon as I thought of her she came out of the room, she wasn't looking at me. I didn't pay any attention to her either. She went into the bathroom
After a while I decided to check on her, even a girl didn't take that long. And then I saw her there, on the ground.
She was no longer wearing her t-shirt, just a bra. There were wounds all over her back, but one pulled down from above.
It was deep and it really didn't look good. And I pushed her against the fucking wall!
I knelt down next to her. Apparently she hadn't noticed me yet, because when I carefully ran a cloth over her back to wipe away the blood, she winced.
Shortly afterwards she looked at me. Her face was red from crying, you could see the pain in her eyes. The make-up she had put on this morning was completely smeared.
"I am sorry." I said.
Wait what ?! Did I just apologize to Teresa Agnes?

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Hey😁
I hope you guys have a nice day.
1. Thank you for all your reads.
2. Sorry for my english.

I fell really sorry for Teresa :( and I hope I can tell the story so,that you could like her too.
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Arya