The Beginning of the End (Newtmas)

Chapter 10

I'm getting into this whole regular updating thing :) and I have decided that...... I shall make a Newtmas/Dylmas imagines book. And I shall post it soon. And I will also be adding music and pictures to chapters. And I will most definitely be killing my Macbook because it won't freaking cooperate with meeeeeee. Oh and I'm just gonna have this small warning here - This chapter could also be a little triggering like chapter 8 was, and I may or may not have gotten a little carried away and I wouldn't say that there's anything explicit in this chapter (cause I could never even go there XD) but some things are implied. Oh and I was gonna add a picture at the top at my failed attempt at an edit so yea I got skills XD (not really) but I don't know how to do that cause it needs a link and ugh fuck you wattpad. And the song is meant for the first part. You'll know what I mean. This is getting really long so I'm gonna shut up. NOT EDITED Chapter is dedicated to lovemenewt cause they always comment and it's so fun reading XD

"I hate you! You're completely useless!" He could hear his mother scream from the other side of the door that he had slid against, but he barely seemed to register her words. He felt numb as he sat there, and every word his mother seemed to say didn't hit him as hard as it normally would've. And it wasn't because he was used to it. It was because he had found something that caused him greater pain than his mum's insults.

Fighting with Thomas was definitely not something he enjoyed, and it was not something he wanted to grow accustomed to either. He hated the feeling he got when he was left alone after a fight. His breathing quickened as he felt like he wasn't inhaling properly and needed to consume more air. As soon as Thomas left he wanted him to come back. Newt had come to rely on Thomas, wether he wanted it or not, and he just wanted him to stay.

"I need you Tommy." He whispered as he placed his knees up to his chest and rested his head against his legs.

"Are you even listening to me?" A bang on the door startled Newt and he moved away from it hastily. He wanted to respond so that she'd be quicker to leave him alone, but nothing came.

"I'll take that as a no." All that was going through his mind was how he wished Thomas was still here when she had said that. Because he knew that if there wasn't a lock on that door, he'd be on the floor struggling to breathe for a different reason.

"I-I am listening." He managed to whimper as he crawled over to his bed and hoisted himself up to lie down on the mattress.

His mum didn't respond after that, and he assumed that she had walked away as he did not hear her anymore either. After a few minutes of silence, he fell asleep.
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Newt's Sunday was spent staring at the wall in front of him, multiple pictures that he'd taken over the years splayed across it. He didn't want to get up, he couldn't even if he did. Newt was exhausted, and the fact that his phone was constantly ringing didn't help his head either.

Newt knew who it was. It didn't take a mastermind to figure it out. He had no friends besides Thomas (if you could even consider him a friend), and so in turn, no one but Thomas had his number. Newt glanced over at his phone, sighing before deciding to reach for it on his nightstand. It was in fact, Thomas, and Newt didn't know if he should've felt happy about that or incredibly angry that the other boy had the nerve to message him.

He tapped on the messenger icon that had the amount of unread messages displayed on the top. Seventeen. Newt had seventeen messages from the same person. The first read a "I'm sorry." and a few others said something along the lines of "I'll be back with you as soon as I can." But one specific message stood out to Newt more than any other, it was the second last one he'd received, around twenty minutes ago, and he couldn't help but tap his fingers nervously on the screen of his device as he had a great urge to answer.