Paradise in the Safe Haven (SEQUEL to Maze Runner Newt x girl Glader)

Chapter 17: Why Didn't You Tell Me?

(A/N: btw Thomas Brodie-Sangster is hugging a fan crying in his arms in that pic which is soooo beautiful but for this chapter I thought it'd be good to use, so the fan is Angelina and Thomas Brodie-Sangster is still Newt lol and we're still in Angelina's POV.)

I run back to the cabin and I see my dad cuddling with my mom. They're not sleeping, so they notice that I'm in tears.

"Angelina? Honey, what's wrong?" Mom asks me in concern.

"Um...Mom, can I talk to Dad alone for a few minutes?" I ask her. She nods in response.

"Sure. I'll be at the beach watching the sunset for a little bit, but if I come back while you two are talking, I'll hang out with Harriet, Sonya, and Brenda." Mom says to us. Dad and I nod in response. She kisses him and heads out.

"So, Angelina, what was it you wanted to talk about? Why are you crying?" Dad asks me in concern with his British accent and rubs my back gently. I sit next to him on the couch.

"I went to see Uncle Thomas to learn more about my Aunt Teresa, and then Uncle Minho came...he told me that you broke your leg by climbing up the maze, and jumping off in which you had a limp. And you never told me that in your story. I can't believe you tried to commit suicide. Why didn't you tell me?" I ask him while crying.

"I'm sorry, pumpkin. It's just...I was afraid you'd be scared and we didn't wanna scare you. I mean, when we told you that I had the Flare, your mother saved me, but...we couldn't tell you that I tried to kill myself and your mother wasn't there and I was close to dying. I couldn't tell you that. Also...that day traumatized me and it brings me back to that day..." he answers me as I see tears fill up his eyes. I started to feel bad for him. I hold his hand and squeeze it in reassurance.

"Still, you could've told me and I would've understood. I wish I heard it from you, but instead you kept it from me and I heard it from Uncle Minho. I can't stand the thought of you trying to kill yourself..." I say to him as tears stream down my cheeks. Dad pulls me in a hug and comforts me. He rubs my back and shushes me. I cry in his arms.

"Shhhh, shh...it's okay, my little pumpkin. Shhh...I'm here..." he whispers against my hair and kisses my head.

"You...You didn't deserve that, Dad..." I sob.

"I know, my darling...I know...Shhhh...don't cry, baby girl..." he whispers and wipes my tears and then kisses my ear, my head, and then my cheeks. His kisses felt so soft and comforting.

"Shhh...it's alright...I'm here right now...alive and well, and my limp's pretty much gone away. So, it's okay. It's time to put the past behind us. I told your Uncle Thomas a long time ago is that what matters...is who we are now and what we do right now. After all we've been through, we're never forgetting them and never forgetting the ones that we've lost, but we're moving on from the trauma and enjoying our new lives." Dad says to me in his soothing voice and British accent. I love when he says stuff that are so inspiring to me. I calm down and lay my head on his chest. He has his arms wrapped around me and he rubs my back. I start to feel tired from his touch, I lay my head down on his lap. He smiles at me sleeping and caresses my shoulders, my face, and my hair, which felt even more comforting. I drift off to sleep and I feel a blanket around me. Dad put a blanket around me and my head is laid down on his lap. He kisses my head and keeps caressing me while I'm sleeping.

"Goodnight, pumpkin. I love you...so much..." he whispers. I'm glad to have him as my dad. He's kind, understanding, inspiring, calm, and comforting. He's even very soothing with his British accent.