Abused ≫ Newt [2]

Chapter 26.

"Newt, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Emily's vision was filled with darkness, though Thomas's words echoed through her head, his voice sounding like a freight train in her ear. She knew she was dreaming again, and she wished that she could have just one night of a dreamless, undisturbed sleep. Sure, she liked having memories of her past life, but she soon admitted to herself that maybe the real world wasn't all that great to go back to.
"Sure, what is it?"
Newt's accented voice joined Thomas's. The two boys' voices sounded higher, as if they were younger. Perhaps they were, she just could not tell, as she was currently laying in blackness.
There was a squeaking noise, one of a mattress as extra weight was added to it. Emily guessed that one of the boys had just taken a seat on a bed, or perhaps a couch. Once again, she wished that she was not blinded in this dream, so that she could actually tell what was going on.
"Hey, Emily, Oliver, can you give us a minute?"
There was silence, and Emily assumed that the younger version of her and Oliver were more than likely exchanging some type of confused glance. Then, another squeaking sound as they both stood up from whatever they were sitting on. Emily waited in silence until she heard the sound of a door slamming shut, followed by a few hushed, annoyed whispers coming from outside the room. And then, almost as if someone were clicking on a light, she regained her vision. She was in the corner of a small, white room. White walls, white floors, white furniture, even a white door. The single, fluorescent lightbulb sticking out from the ceiling was enough to illuminate the room perfectly, the whiteness around her blinding her newly gained vision. There was two beds in the room, each one completely white. Thomas and Newt sat on one of them, a good distance apart. Emily could practically feel the tension between the two, and she wondered what was going on between them.
"Listen," Thomas stared at his hands as he picked at his fingernails. "I need you to do me a favor."
"As long as it won't get me in bloody trouble, I'll do whatever you need me to do," Newt glanced over at him and smiled. His smile, even though it was only a memory, sent a wave of warmth though Emily's cool body.
Thomas hesitated for a moment before speaking, looking as if he was unsure of what he was about to say, "I need you to get close to Emily."
"What do you mean? How close?" Newt asked. "I don't want to ruin any friendship I have with her-"
"I just need you to protect her, okay? Do all that you can to make sure she doesn't get hurt. Make her fall for you or something, dude. Just make sure she relies on you for protection," Thomas glanced at him, his eyebrows ceased together. "She'll be in the Glade for a while with me not there. But you will be there, even if you don't remember the friendship you two had. I'll make sure you remember that she is special to you. I just need you to protect her when I can't."
Newt stared at him for a moment- Emily could practically see the gears turning in his brain, "Alright." He said slowly. "But I just want to warn you of one thing."
Thomas sat up straight, "What is it?"
Newt stared at the white door in front of them, pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair as a small smile began to form it's way on to his face, "I can't promise you that I won't fall in love with her."

Emily awoke with a start. She sat up in her bed, rubbed whatever traces of sleep that remained from her eyes, attempting to adjust her vision to the early morning sunlight that shone through the window.
She looked over at Newt's bed, only to find it empty. She could help but feel a twinge of anger and sadness towards the blonde boy, and Thomas, as well. The events of her dream- memory were still fresh in her head, replaying like a movie in the back of her mind.
She slid out of bed, pushing the thoughts of the dream and any anger she felt towards her two friends to the back of her mind, for now. She pulled on some clean clothes and some combat boots before going to get some breakfast.
Minho was the only one sitting on their table when she arrived, slowly eating the bacon on his plate. His head was rested in his palm, his eyes drooping as if he were about to fall asleep. Emily took a seat across from him, snapped her fingers in his face with a small laugh.
"You awake?"
"Barely," Minho groaned. "I barely slept last night."
"Why?" Emily asked. As far as she knew, nothing was going on the night before. Had something happened while she was asleep that she didn't know about?
"Chuck," Minho replied, mid-yawn. "The little slinthead decided it was a good idea to throw rocks through the window. They hit me several times, even hit you a few times. I'm surprised you sleep through all the noise; Newt and I were unable to sleep."
Emily rolled her eyes. Of course Chuck would be the one to keep them awake. Though she didn't understand how she hadn't waken up from the noise, but Minho had. The Runner was usually a very deep sleeper, and was very difficult to wake up in the morning.
"Mornin'," a familiar, sing-song voice said from behind her. She turned around to see Thomas approaching them, Newt limping behind him. Emily stared at the two of them in silence as they took a seat in their usual spots, digging into their breakfast.
"Are you okay?" Newt's voice in her ear brought her out of her daze. She blinked, realizing that she was clutching her fork in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"I'm fine," Emily said through gritted teeth. She didn't know why she was making such a big deal out of her dream, but she just couldn't help it. She couldn't help but think Newt only got close to her to do Thomas a favor. Did he even really mean it when he said he loved her, or was that just an act to get her close to him? She shuddered at the thought of it. She knew she was being extremely stupid- pathetic, even. But she just couldn't help but fear that it was all just an act. She suddenly no longer felt hungry, despite the massive pile of bacon still on her plate. She pushed her plate towards Minho with a small smile.
"You can have the rest," she said. "I'm gonna go for a walk."
She didn't wait to see if he took the plate. She stood up, only smiling goodbye to Minho before heading away from the kitchen without another word.