Trapped (Full Story)

Trapped 45, 46, & 47

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I couldn't believe how much I pushed Newt away.

At first, I would gladly spend time with him, but then Philip would come and remind me that if I did anything he didn't want, I would lose Newt.

I would still try to talk to him, to show him I still considered him a friend, but It just didn't work out.

Just two weeks ago he got off the crutches and I made sure he kept a good balance on his leg, not putting too much pressure on it. He was now stronger than ever and it made me happy that he was back on his feet.

Sadly tho, he still had a limp.

Today, I woke up to find a note outside my door. "Meet me in the deadheads at 1. -Philip."

Klunk.

It was only 9 right now, so I had plenty of time. I got dressed and then went to restock my messenger bag.

"Hey Princess! You miss me?" A sassy voice asked.

I turn around and find a smirking Minho in the doorway. "Minho!" I squeal, jumping him Into a hug. "What are you doing here? You gotta run the maze!" I say, pulling away.

"Oh, I knew all you slintheads missed me so much since I'm always running, so I decided to let you guys have a little more wonder time!" He says.

I roll my eyes and reply: "you mean more boring time?" Minho fakes hurt and I begin to laugh.

"Calm down Minho. It's not like I beat you up like I did to Gally." I say, walking out of the medhut.

"Are you seriously not wanting to be a runner?" Minho asks, jogging after me. I nod my head, too heartbroken to answer.

Minho follows me out of the medhut and I see Bark run right up to me. He had been with me a lot when I was alone. If I could, I would have him with me in my room at night. Maybe then Philip would learn a lesson.

But that was wishful thinking.

I bend down and scratch Bark's ear. "Hey Bark! You being a good boy?" I coo to him In a baby voice. He wags his tail and licks my face in response.

When I finally get back up, Minho asks: "So what's going on with you and Newt?"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

Minho rolls his eyes and answers: "Ever since you fixed Newt's leg, you two have nearly been inseparable! But now you're hardly with him!"

I sigh and try to come up with a good response. Suddenly, Amy pops into my head.

"Minho, last time I had a best friend, I got her killed. I don't want to risk that." A tear nearly slips out of my eye and I stop. Why was I this sad over a girl who never existed?

"C'mon Princess! Newt won't leave the Glade any time soon! And you know our rule-"

"Never harm another glader. Ya Minho. You guys always liked to explain the rules near the deadheads. I got it!" I laugh. Even tho I never heard a glader say those rules out loud. I only knew them from the books.

Minho rolls his eyes. "Fine! Whatever! But I'm gonna go and bug Newt out cause you're no fun!" Minho states.

"Or is it cause I'm too good for you?" I smirk. Minho stops and turns to look at me. "Is that a challenge?"

I shrug and reply: "I don't know. Are you up for a race?" I grin.

Minho smiles back and that's when I yell: "Race ya to the kitchen!"

I race off and it takes Minho a few seconds before he runs off after me and Bark, who easily kept up with me.

I beat Minho easily and I was already laughing when he met me at the kitchen.

"Seriously! You... need... to be... a runner!" Minho says between breaths. I shrug my shoulder and grab an orange on the counter. "Eh. The maze is boring anyways."

Minho just rolls his eyes and I hand him a slice of orange. He takes It and eats it.

We laugh off, having a continuous sass war until Fry rings the lunch bell and we're the first to get our food.

I don't get too much and am the first at our usual table.

"Wow y/n! You're actually sitting at our table?" Alby asks as he comes over with Newt. I shrug and reply: "Sorry I've been so distant. Just still accepting the fact that I'm in a new maze. I can leave if you want."

"No!" Both Alby and Newt shout.

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After lunch, I left the boys and cringed when I saw the time.

I was already 7 minutes late at meeting Philip!

Shuck.

I walk to the deadheads, only running when I was out of view of the Glade.

How did I beat Minho anyways? He was the fastest runner!

When I finally reached the clearing, I couldn't find Philip anywhere. Maybe he forgot?
No. That's too good to be true.

"You're late." His voice growls behind me.

I cringe before turning around.

"Look Philip, I simply lost track of time! Alright? Don't hurt them, please," I say calmly, trying to hide my fear.

Philip's glare strikes a blade through my throat, making it hard to breath. He walks up to me and punches me, making me stumble back from it's force.

Before I can react, he punches me again. The third punch I crouched over in pain.

Suddenly, I feel something reopen the cut on my cheek. I had tried so hard to hide that. I then feel another cut open up on my arm. I keep feeling cuts appear all over my body and when I'm about to scream, his lips are on mine and I push him away.

Then I scream. "Minho! Newt! Alby! Help!"

He Immediately punches me in the head and then shoved me down. I feel something hit the side of my temple and I swear I heard something crack.

I raise my hand up to where I felt the greatest pain. When I pull my hand back, I find a sticky, dark red liquid on my fingertips.

Blood.

My vision started to blur as I watch Philip inch closer to me. Things were going on and out of focus. I was loosing too much blood.

I feel him begin to unbutton my shirt. I want to fight back, but I'm too weak.

Before he can even reach the fourth button, he's pushed away from me.

I hear voices shouting at each other as other blobs hold down Philip's blob. I then feel someone lift me up and begin to run me out of the deadheads.

The running's uneven and I look up to see Newt.

"Newt... what are you doing?" I weakly ask.

"Saving my best friend." He says, continuing to run.

That's when I realized, I didn't just like Newt.

I loved him.

Will y/n be ok?