Promise(newtXreader Book 1)

Chapter 4

Newt's POV:
"Will you marry me?" I ask pulling out the ring. (y/n) gasps.
"Yes!" She says and hugs me. I hug her tighter and kiss her.
"I love you, (y/n), I always have," I whisper.
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(y/n) went to bed. It's 12:35 and I'm sitting on the porch. I sigh and look around. I suddenly see someone familiar down the street coming towards me. I quickly get up and go into my house. Before I was able to lock it, he came in.
"Leave!" I almost yell.
"Not until I finish what I started," he said and pushes me down.
"I'm not going to let you treat me like this in my own house!" I yell and push him back.
He abused me, acted like my father, ever since I got back from the trials. He was my father's friend.
"Stop fighting back, it'll only make it worse!" He yelled. "We both know you're weak and useless!" He kicks me. He picks me up my my shirt and glares at me. I hear footsteps come down the stairs. I look to see (y/n).
"I may be useless but I'm not weak, you bloody bitch!" I say and kick him hard where the sun doesn't shine. He let's go of me and falls to the ground. But he quickly recovered.
"You should really learn to respect me, Newt," he says angrily. "I'm only doing what he wanted me to do!" He says.
"He never would've wanted this, neither would she," I said nervously. "They would've wanted to see me."
"Yeah, see you dead!" He says and he takes me by the shirt and takes me to the kitchen. I glance at (y/n) before I got dragged away, she was worried.
"He never wanted you to do this to me did he?" I ask escaping his grip. "You just need someone to take your anger out on."
"Probably," he says and takes something out of a drawer. "Now be a good boy and cut in deep."
I take the knife. I look behind me and see her.
"Great," he says. "Now your girlfriend can enjoy the show," he smiles big and starts walking towards (y/n).
"Don't you dare touch her!" I yell blocking his way with the knife in front.
"Then do what I said," he glares.
"Ok," I say. I take the knife and put the blade on my wrist.
"Newt stop!" (y/n) yells.
"Stay out of this," I say. "Please," I start to dig the knife into my skin.

Your POV:
After a few minutes, the guy left. Newt had taken out the knife.
"Why'd you say yes?" He asks looking through the drawers.
"Because I love you," I answer. "Who was he?"
"No one."
"Who was he?" I repeat blocking his way from leaving the kitchen.
"My dad's friend."