Newt x reader

Chapter Thirty- Three

You're released from the hospital after a few days, after being questioned by the police, and having to make up some attacker and their profile to satisfy them. They seemed to buy your story, because they didn't ask too many questions. And Newt was right by your side, holding your hand the whole time they were there, which definitely helped.

Newt rarely left your side, only when forced to, which wasn't very often. Only when the bandages on your stomach were being changed.

The nurses who took care of you naturally noticed the unnatural amount of bruises all over you, and asked you about them. So naturally you lie. According to the doctors an nurses, you got in a bike wreck a week or so ago. A few of them didn't seem to believe you, but that's not your main concern at this point. Newt is.

Once you're released from the hospital, you get into Newt's car, to "head home" according to Newt. But that's clearly an act to get out of the hospital.

Newt drives to a nearby park, and parks the car in a parking lot. Turning to look at you, the conversation starts. "(y/n), you have a bit of explaining to do." He says, looking at you.

You clear your throat. "Um I don't really think there's anything to talk about," you say like a coward, looking out the window.

"(y/n), don't lie to me please," he says, reaching over and grabbing your hand. "How about I ask you questions and you answer them for me?"

You nod, so he begins. "Was that your dad?" You nod. "Does he do stuff like that often?" You nod again, tears attempting to force themselves out of your eyes. He squeezes your hand, comforting you.

"How long has this been going on?"He asks after you've calmed down a bit.

"Forever." You whisper quietly, tears coming out of your eyes again.

"Here, let's go for a walk." He says, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car, rushing over to your side of the car, he helps you out of the car, and puts his arm around you, holding you close as he begins to walk around the park.

"Who knows about this?" He asks, clearly concerned for you.

"No one," you whisper, ashamed.

"(y/n), you can't just let him do this to you. He has to be stopped."

"Well what am I supposed to do?" You say, trying to pull yourself together. And failing miserably.

"You need to report him. If he's been doing this forever... that's bad (y/n). Where's your mom?"

"Gone."

"Dead?" You shake your head.

"She left when I was little. For obvious reasons. That's why I stay with that man. If my mom left me with him, then she obviously wants me to stay with him, or she'd have come to get me too."

"But you can't stay there. You're mom shouldn't have left you there," you're too upset to answer so you just stare at the ground until he asks another question.

"So he did all these to you?" He says, pointing to the various cuts and bruises on your arms and legs, since this is the first time you've had short sleeves on around Newt, from the hospital gift shop, along with a pair of shorts. You nod.

"So that one day, with your head bleeding. Did he do that?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Well I told you.... I banged my head... against a wall.... But it wasn't an accident."

Newt pulls you towards him, stopping. Enveloping you in a hug, he doesn't seem to have any intention of moving anytime soon, and neither do you.

"I'm worried about you, (y/n)," he whispers, holding you close.

"I'll be fine," you lie, burying your head into his chest to hide the tears.