Newt x reader

Chapter Thirty-One

At school the next day, before class starts in the morning, Newt finds you at your locker. It's a warm day, but you're still wearing a jacket to cover up the bruises on your arm from your father.

"Hey, (y/n), how are you?" He asks, leaning against the locker next to you.

You smile, "Good, you?" You answer back, to which he smiles.

"Well I am good, as a matter of fact, but I was thinking I would be even better if we did something after school today."

Glad for the excuse not to go home, you grin, "I'd love that."

"Great!" Newt says, smiling happily like a child, which makes you giggle.

"Now I have a little bit of crap to do after school, but I can come pick you up at your house about an hour and a half after school, is that okay?"

Your heart falls a little, finding out you will have to go home after school, but you try not to let it show in your face as you nod and smile.

"Great!!" He says, looking relieved, right as the bell rang. Then he grabs you around the waste and pulls you toward him, pressing his lips against yours, you melt into his lips, enjoying every last second.

Until, of course, you hear a wolf whistle. Jumping away from Newt, embarrassed, you look around. And you see none other than Thomas and Minho, leaning along the wall on the other side of you and Newt, watching you with smirks on their faces. And you're sure your blushing beet red.

Looking in their direction and smirking, Newt grabs you again and kisses you. And when he let's go of you, he smirks back at Minho and Thomas. "Jealous?" He says, and they both groan, but you can see a hint of a smile on Minho's face as he turns away, and Thomas doesn't even really hide his smile. But then you have to get to class.

After school you walk home to wait for Newt. You figured that there was no hope in delaying going home, and there's nothing that man can do to you that is worse than what he's done before. But you were wrong.

Walking in your front door, you were immediately seized by your father and yanked into the kitchen. he glares at you angrily.

"You can't get away from me for very long you little brat!" He yells at you, clearly very angry. Standing with your head down you don't make a sound and you avoid all eye contact, hoping he will calm down soon enough.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yells, grabbing your arm and yanking you towards him, lifting up your face to meet his eyes. Trying to keep as calm as possible, you focus on breathing.

"Say something, you stupid little rat!" He says, pushing you back against the table.

"I'm s-sorry." You stammer out, trying to keep your voice from shaking. He advances on you.

"Say it again." He growls, his hand around your neck.

"I'm sorry." You say, a little less shaky.

"LOUDER!" He screams at you, tightening his hand around your neck, beginning to restrict your airflow.

"I'm sorry!!" You say a little louder, but it's hard to get louder when you can barely breathe. He tightens his hand around your neck, and you begin to see black spots.

Eventually you can no longer handle it, and you cry out, "Please let me go!" Gasping for air. In a rage of fury, he throws you against the wall of the kitchen.

"Is that what you wanted?!" He yells at you, and you don't answer. Big mistake.

He grabs a knife from the kitchen counter and advances towards you. Brandishing his knife towards you, he yells, "Is this better?!" And when you just avoid his eye contact, he seems to get even more angry.

He presses the knife against your neck, but you just close your eyes. Which is a bad idea.

"You coward!" He yells at you, "you can't even face me. I've tried to make you strong, but it looks like you're a miserable piece of failure." He slashes his knife across your stomach, and you yell out at the pain and collapse to the floor. Your hand immediately goes to the cut on your stomach and all the warm sticky blood quickly soaking through your shirt.

"There." He spits at you. "Maybe now you'll be stronger." He crouches down on the ground next to you, and harshly presses his hand against your stomach. The pain is overwhelming, and you scream.

Your front door flies open and in runs Newt, but you're probably hallucinating. Newt isn't supposed to be here yet. But dream Newt quickly runs over to you, punching your father and pushing him out of the way. He lifts you up into his arms and you wince at the pain and the tears flow freely. You look up and see years on Newt's face too as he looks at your bleeding stomach.

Setting you in the back of his car laying down, he kisses your forehead gingerly before climbing into the driver's seat and speeding away.