||Welcome to the Glade|| •Minewt•

-Chapter Six-

-Minho's POV-

After about forty-five minutes everyone else left while Thomas and Newt decided to sleep over. I set up the living room for all three of us to sleep there. "How about a Harry Potter marathon?" Newt asked holding up my Harry Potter DVD's. Thomas nodded and silently sat there when all of a sudden, we heard Harriett scream in terror. We ran over and Sonya was on the ground possibly dead. "SONYA WAKE UP!!" Harriett was screaming and sobbing. I turned to Newt, and he was frozen. "Babe? Are you okay?" I asked him. Newt went up to Sonya's body and just fell to his knees. His eyes were red and puffy as if he had been sobbing but no tears came from his eyes. "Sis? Can you please get up?" He asked. His British accent came through even more than before. "Newt, baby, I don't think she's alive." I told him as I went behind him to hug him. Thomas had already pulled out his phone and called 9-1-1 to get an ambulance to help Sonya.

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-Nobody's POV-

After about an hour, the ambulance arrived and took Sonya to the hospital. Harriett insisted Newt went but Newt continued to state that he couldn't bare seeing his sister in that state. That being said, Harriett went in the ambulance with Sonya, and they left for the hospital. Thomas and Minho decided to give Newt a bit of space, so they went inside. All of a sudden Aris burst in with a shout. "Guys! It's Newt!! Don't trust him!!" He shouted as he ran towards Thomas and Minho. "Newt's the one killing everyone!!" Aris continued. Then a loud shot echoed through the house. Aris fell to the floor with a thud and there stood Newt holding a gun. "Such a shame. I really liked his smarts. I should've known he would've found out." Newt said. Thomas was shocked as he saw his best friend stand there holding the gun that had probably just killed Aris. "Newt, think about this! I'm your best friend! Minho is your boyfriend!!" Thomas shouted. "You're right Tommy." Newt stated plainly. Thomas was confused, why was Newt so calm? "Surprise Thomas." Said Minho, holding a voice changer to his mouth to make him sound like the man making the calls. Thomas moved away from them both. "What...? But I didn't do anything to you!!" Thomas exclaimed as he held his composure, trying to seem brave.

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-Newt's POV-

"You haven't." I started, "But your mother has." I finished. Thomas looked at me even more confused, as if he were a lost puppy. "Your mother ruined everything!! I would've had a perfect family!!" I paused. "If it wasn't for her." Thomas was in shock. Minho walked behind me and took the gun from me and handing me a knife in the process. "My life was perfect. Then your mother had to come along and ruin everything. Thank you for clearing our names on her murder case Tommy. For a second, I thought we were going to get caught." I stated. "What did she do to ruin your life?! Your life looks perfect!!" Thomas shouted back. "Don't get defensive when you haven't heard what she did!!!" I screamed. Minho scoffed. "She was always trying to get around. One day she happened to screw around with the wrong guy. My father." Thomas looked like he was slowly understanding my motive. Minho wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. "Someone got footage of their little secret and they showed my mother. My mother abandoned me and my sister when we were twelve years old!!!" I shouted. Minho looked at me in shock, I hadn't told him why i wanted to do this. Minho just agreed without hesitation. "I'm so sorry Newt... I didn't know my mother did that to you..." Thomas said.

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-Minho's POV-

I felt bad for Newt. I held him closer and looked at Thomas. "What's your motive Minho? Why did you do this?" Thomas asked me. I looked him dead in the eyes. "Peer pressure. I'm very sensitive at heart." I replied. The truth was that I was never given the attention a normal kid should have gotten. Neither me nor Newt really knew our parents much. Sure, Newts dad was in charge of them, but he was always either out looking for a girlfriend or he was in his office working. My parents on the other hand were always away on business trips. This year they missed my birthday, me and Newts two-year anniversary, Christmas, Halloween, and all my races. "Why are you doing this if you killed my mother?" Thomas asked. "Easy my dear friend. A celebration of our momentous event." Newt replied. I thought back to that night.