Abused ≫ Newt [2]

Chapter 12.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head!"
Emily groaned and rolled over in her bed, burying her face into her pillow. She had not opened her eyes yet, but she knew that it was way too early for her to be awake. She had been in the Glade for months now, and yet she still wasn't used to waking up so early.
She knew that, in her past life, she definitely was not a morning person.
She felt the bed shift beside her and another groan escaped her parted lips as she heard Minho's voice in her ears.
"Do I need to slap you?"
Her eyes fluttered open, her vision blinded by the sudden brightness that came from the single window in the room. She glared at Minho, who stared over her like a child.
"Why must you be so annoying?"
"It's in my nature," the Runner placed a hand over his heart as he stared into the distance. "Don't say you don't like it."
"I love it," she said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't?"
"Exactly." Minho seemed full of energy, despite it obviously being extremely early. She guessed that was what made him such a good Runner; he could wake up bright and early and have the energy to last him an entire day.
The events of the night before suddenly came crashing down on Emily like a tidal wave. Her gaze shifted to Newt's bed, hoping to see the blonde boy laying there, tangled into the single thin blanket. Sleeping soundly. Though his bed was empty, and she felt a twinge of disappointment. She was hoping she would be able to talk to him about their... issue.
"Where's Newt?" she asked Minho.
Her friend stared at her in a sort of sympathetic way. Something she was not used to seeing from him.
"He woke up before any of us," he said. "I guess his body is still used to the Runner's schedule. He said something about helping out in the Fields today."
"Fields?" Emily repeated. Was that his new job? Out of all the jobs available in the Glade, a Track-Hoe was the last thing she could imagine Newt as.
"Alby decided not to give him a certain job, to just have him help around all the jobs certain days and all that klunk," Minho explained. "He may also make him second in command. If anyone deserves the position, it'd be Newt."
"Do you know where he is now?" Emily was itching to see him. The guilt she felt inside was eating her alive, and she knew she had to talk to him, and soon. She had to make things right between them.
Minho shook his head, "But don't flip out. The Glade's only so big, so you will be able to find him pretty easily."
Emily nodded and sat up in her bed. A wave of dizzying came over her and, for a moment, she almost crashed back down in a laying position. She knew that it was way before wake-up, as the Runners were just now beginning to wake. She could get another hour or so of sleep, but she knew that would never happen. She was wide awake now, and the guilt gnawing on her insides would never allow her to fall back asleep. She stifled a yawn, blinking the sleep out of her eyes as she stretched. She looked over at Minho, who was staring down at the floor as if he were in deep thought.
"I am wide awake now, so we might as well go and get breakfast."

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Emily clenched her teeth as her ankle scraped against a thorn bush. She hated the dense forest; she was extremely clumsy already, and with the ground littered with tree roots and brambles, it did not exactly make it easier for her to walk.
Her stomach growled loudly. Whether it was because she was hungry or not, she did not know. She barely ate her breakfast, only picking at the plate of eggs Frypan gave her. She didn't even bother chewing what she did eat, and that could have what made her stomach so upset.
She was itching to start searching for Newt; she just didn't have an appetite. She left as soon as Thomas and Chuck took a seat next to Minho, as she really wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone but Newt. Thankfully, Minho understood, and he covered for her while she rushed away.
So, currently, she was searching the Deadheads for Newt. She checked the whole entire Glade, and he was no where to be found. She felt frustrated; the Glade wasn't that big, so it should not have been so difficult to find the blonde boy. She began to feel a rush of panic as one thought ran through her mind.
What if he went into the Maze?
She started walking towards the South Door when she remembered his little "safe haven", as he called it, deep within the forest. She premembered him talking about it, how he usually hung out around there, away from everyone else, when he wanted to think.
She figured that was where he would be. But she still couldn't help but worry. What if he did go back into the Maze? She did not know what happened to him while she was unconscious, but she didn't exactly have to, to know that it was something horrible. Whatever happened to him, it broke him. Mentally and physically. She made a promise to herself the previous night, that she would no longer pester him about it. She didn't want to push him to talk about it, when he more than likely wasn't ready to talk about it. He would tell her when he was ready. And she respected that. She cared too much about him to force him to talk about a topic that he was sensitive about.
Emily let out a sigh of relief as she pushed through the undergrowth and towards Newt's "safe haven". She found him sitting with his back against a tree, drawing designs in the dirt with a twig. His chin was rested in his palm, his eyes focused on the ground. He didn't even look up as she approached him, perhaps he didn't even know she was there. It wasn't until she took a seat next to him when he even acknowledged her presence. He glanced over at her, gave her a small smile, but did not say a word.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly. Newt paused, his gaze focused on the ground once more. He set the stick down, digging it into the dirt before turning and looking at her. She felt as if her heart shattered when she saw the sadness in his eyes. She almost looked away. Almost.
"Do you want the truth?" His voice was small as he spoke, something she hadn't witnessed before. She nodded once, and he hesitated a moment before continuing. "I don't know if I'm bloody okay anymore."
"Why?" Emily leaned closer to him and reached for his hand, entwining their fingers. She knew that the action comforted him, and that was her goal at the moment. She saw him tense, and she was worried that he would pull his hand from her grip, but then he relaxed. As did she.
"You and Tommy seem to be gettin' pretty close," Newt said. For a moment, Emily was tempted to tell him. Tell him that Thomas was her step-brother, but something held her back. She thought for a moment. If he remembered her from his past life, and Thomas as well, then shouldn't he remember that they were step-siblings? But what if she never told him that in her past life, either?
"It's alright, I understand." Newt huffed and stood up, pulling his hand from her's rather forcefully. He began walking away, and Emily felt a rush of panic. He couldn't give up that easily, not now. And just because she was lost for words.
"Newt, wait." She stood up, rather abruptedly, and grabbed his arm. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, his brown eyes wide and full of anger. Emily was taken aback for a moment, and was tempted to release her grip from his arm. But she didn't. She couldn't let her stubborness fail her now.
"Do you want to know what happened to me?" Newt asked quietly, hesitantly. As if he wasn't sure he wanted to say it or not. Emily nodded slowly.
"But only if you want to tell me. I understand if you don't-"
"Oh, I want to tell you. I think you should know what I went through when you were unconscious," Newt's voice cracked a bit. He blinked, as if trying to get control of his emotions. He hesitated, swallowed nervously before continuing, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I tried to kill myself in the Maze."
"What?" For a moment, Emily believed she heard wrong. Or that it was only a dream; a horrible nightmare, and she was still sound asleep in her bed in the Homestead. But the look of seriousness and sadness that came across Newt's face told her that it was reality, that this was really happening. She took a step backwards, her back hitting the rough bark of the tree behind her. She covered her mouth with her hand, bit the inside of her cheeks to stop the tears that threatened for fall.
She knew something bad happened to Newt. But not that. Anything but that...
A look of hurt had crossed Newt's face, and she wanted to run up to his and bury her face into his chest. To cry into his shirt and tell him that it was going to be okay. But before she could move an inch, he stepped closer to her, his faces inches from her own.
"I climbed up the shuck walls and jumped right off," he said. "I would be dead right now if it weren't for the bloody ivy catching my ankle on the way down."
"Why?" was all she managed to choke out. The worst possible thing to say during a situation like this one. But she supposed it was better than staying silent.
"They told me you were dead. I watched you stop breathing right in front of my eyes. I thought I lost you, Em." Newt said quietly, his brown eyes bore into hers. "I thought I lost the one thing that kept me going in this place. I couldn't live without my princess." He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting down to her lips before snapping back up to her eyes, where he smiled slightly. "Because I love you."
Emily's head spun as she fought to process his words. For a moment, she thought she heard wrong. Or maybe she just imagined it, thought of what she would've wanted him to say. But as he stared at her, as if expecting her to respond, she realized that he really did just say that. He just said he loved her.
She couldn't help the grin that spread across her lips as she whispered, "I love you, Newt."
Newt smiled- a real, geniune smile. It was the first time she saw him smile so big since she woke up. The smile sent a wave of warmth flowing through her body, and she no longer felt cold as the cool wind from the shadowed forest blew across her bare arms. He took a step closer, closing the small gap between them as he pressed his lips against hers. She enjoyed the feeling of his lips against hers; she hadn't felt it in a while, and she missed the feeing. Newt's lips lingered on hers for a moment before he pulled away slightly, leaving slow kisses down her cheek, then on her jaw, moving right below her ear before kissing her neck, where he began sucking lightly.
Emily was a little surprised by the action, as she wasn't used to such affection, but she closed her eyes as he hit her sweet spot. He pulled away after a moment, resting his forehead on her shoulder and he let out a shaky breath.
"You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Of course not, Newt," Emily said. She kissed his forehead softly. She jumped as a familiar sound echoed through the stone courtyard of the Glade. The blaring siren lasted a few seconds, then cut off abruptly, leaving her and Newt staring at each other in confusion.
"Why is the alarm going off?" she asked. Newt only merely shrugged, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the Box.

A crowd of boys were already crowded around the opening to the lift as they arrived, all murmuring amongst themselves, their tones anxious. Nervous, afraid. Minho, Chuck and Thomas were in the crowd, near the front of the group. Newt and Emily pushed through the crowd to stand next to their friends.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Newt asked over the commotion of anxious talk. Minho only shrugged, his face looking just as confused as Emily felt.
Silence fell over them after that. All of the Gladers stared expectantly at the copper doors that would hold the lift in moments to come. Emily couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Alby joined them after a few minutes, murmuring a few words to Newt.
"I wonder if they're sending up another shuck girl," Minho spoke, seeming as if he meant that to be only a thought, judging by his facial expression after he said it.
"You're just lonely," Emily joked and nudged her friend lightly. Minho rolled his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips.
"How could I ever be lonely with you here, princess?"
Emily rolled her eyes at his teasing tone.
Finally, after what seemed like lifetimes, a muffled boom announced that the Box had arrived. Complete silence hung over the Glade as Newt and Alby took their positions on either side of the doors. They slowly slid them open, the rusty sound of metal gringing against metal filled Emily's ears. She shuddered at the noise; it always bothered her.
Newt leaned over to get a better look inside the lift, his eyebrows furrowed in deep confusion. Emily leaned forward as well, hoping to catch a glipse of what the Box held. Though she only saw the rusty metal flooring. Newt pushed himself into the lift, the whole room rattling at the sudden impact. Emily stared at him as he knelt down, letting out a breath as he got into an upright position once more.
"Holy...." He stared up at Emily, his gaze locking with hers for a moment before darting over to Alby.
"What is it?" The leader pressed, sounding almost impatient.
"Two Greenies in two days, Alby," Newt spoke. "What the hell is goin' on?"
"Maybe the Creators wanted to try something different," Chuck spoke up. His face immediately grew a deep shade of pink, his eyes darting around him as he realized he had spoken aloud.
"That's not the only thing, Chuck," Newt said. "It's a bloody girl."
A chorus of questions filled the air, buzzing in Emily's ears as she fought to process everything that was going on. Another girl? Despite the numb fear she felt, she couldn't help feeling curious. She leaned over the edge of the lift, hoping to get a glipse of the girl Newt was talking about.
Sure enough, it was true. Her hair tar black, his skin as white as pearls, Emily couldn't help but find the girl extremely beautiful. Emily narrowed her eyes as she stared at her. Something seemed familiar about her.
She felt Newt's eyes on her, though she ignored him as she leaned even closer. Minho knelt beside her, his eyes wide as he stared at the girl, drool basically dripping from his mouth. Emily then noticed something in her hand. It looked to be a piece of paper.
"Newt, what's in her hand?"
Newt leaned down beside the girl and gently pried her fingers apart, ripping the paper from her grip. He unfolded it with shaky hands, his eyes scanning the paper before reading it aloud.
"She's the last one, ever."
Suddenly, the girl shot up in a sitting position. Her eyes were a bright shade of blue, darting back and forth between Emily, Newt and Thomas. She sucked in a huge breath, her lips trembled as she mumbled something inaudible. But then she spoke up, her words sending shivers down Emily's spine.
"Everything is going to change."
Emily watched, feeling a mixture of fear and curiosity, as the girl's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She collapsed on to the ground once more, letting out a deep breath before growing still.
Emily nudged Minho was her elbow. Despite the serious situation, she couldn't help but make a joke.
"Look's like you got your wish, Minho."

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This is the longest chapter I've written in a while wowowow.
And AWE CUTE NEMILY MOMENT I LOVE IT SOOO MUCH <3