Abused ≫ Newt [2]

Chapter 8.

Every part of him was stiff. His vision was blurry when he first opened his eyes, his head spinning. A groan escaped his parted lips as a stab of pain shot through his leg.
What happened?
That was his first thought as he came into consciousness. But then he remembered. It all came crashing into him like a tidal wave, and he had to close his eyes to stop himself from passing out once more.
He remembered the pain- both mentally and physically. He was a hundred percent sure he had never felt such excruciating pain in his whole life.
But the thought of loosing Emily... it was just all to much for him to handle.
He felt weight pressing against his chest- light and warm. He brought his hand up, only to have it come in contact with hair.
His eyes felt as if they'd been glued shut, though he forced himself to open them. The bright sunlight was overwhelming at first, but his eyes, still sensitive from being surrounded by darkness for so long, so grew somewhat used to the light.
His head seemed to skip a beat, his breath getting caught in throat as he stared down at the figure laying on his chest. Her hair was ruffled, covering half of her face, her eyebrows furrowed as if she were in deep thought. She was still sickly pale and her lips were an unatural shade of light pink, but she still looked absolutely beautiful. Stunning. Flawless.
And she was alive.
He rested his hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair, as if he were making sure she was really there. That she wasn't a horrible figment of his imagination. A cruel illusion.
For a moment, he completely forgot about the searing pain in his ankle, and only focused on the feeling in his chest. It was odd; he was sure he never felt such a feeling before. It was happiness. No, it was more than happiness. More than bliss. More emotion than he had ever felt before.
Though he wasn't complaining. He liked the feeling she gave him. He missed her. He missed her so much. And now he had her back.
It took him a moment to process everything; he felt a wave of confusion wash over him, and his head began spinning once more. Why, he didn't know, and it only confused him more.
He snapped back into reality as he felt her stirr against his chest. He lifted his head, a groan escaping his mouth in the process because of his aching muscles. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed over with confusion and sleep. She seemed extremely tired, as if she hadn't sleep for weeks. But as her eyes met his, any sign of exhaustion disappeared, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Though she never actually smiled, just a mere twitch of her mouth. He didn't blame her- he couldn't find himself to smile either. He felt like if he showed any signs of happiness, any at all, she would disappear from his sight. And he would never see her again.
It was stupid. He felt stupid for being so afraid. She was obviously there, right in front of him. So why would he be scared?
His eyes scanned over her face, taking in every last detail of her gorgeous face. He missed her so much. It wasn't the same seeing her in his dreams compared to seeing her in person.
He forced himself to speak, the only two words that his mind could process.
"Hey, Princess."
It was as if his words had triggered something in her. A smile formed on her lips- this time, a real one. She spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"Hi."
Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, as if she were embarrassed. He didn't mind, though. He only found it cute.
She shook her head, a breathy laugh falling from her lips as she grabbed his face in her hands. She pulled him towards her, pressing her lips against his. It was unlike any time he kissed her before- this kiss was more... passionate. He wrapped his arms around her small waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
Oh, how he had missed those lips. He had only kissed them a few times before- in this life, at least. And he knew it was not nearly enough. They were so soft, molding against his perfectly. He was aware of how cliche that sounded, but at the moment, he didn't exactly care.
Because he was completely and utterly in love with this girl.
She pulled away, breathing heavily. Her green eyes burned into his, shining so brightly that he found it hard to believe that she was unconscious for over a week.
Newt was breathing heavily, as well. Though for a completely different reason. He was breathless at how beautiful she looked. He couldn't help but think it; it was the only thought this mind was able to process. This girl had him completely wrapped around her finger.
Emily spoke, her voice soft.
"I missed you."
He smiled. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared into the eyes he had come to love, "I missed you too, sweetheart."