||Welcome to the Glade|| •Minewt•

-Chapter Fourteen-

-Newt's POV-

After I explained everything to the therapist, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. "That is a very huge step in recovery Newt. Thank you for sharing that with me." She spoke. I smiled at Julie as I rested my head on Minho's shoulder. By the end of the session, we had talked about my past, Minho's real motive, my urges to continue killing, and even some more topics that I can't say. I felt calmer and more relaxed than ever before. The car ride home was silent, but I was fine with it. So was Minho. I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. By the time I woke up we were already home. Thomas got out of the car before us and before I left, Minho was kissing me. I broke the kiss and was left a blushing mess. I got out of the car quickly and winked at Minho before I went inside. Minho sat for a minute before he followed me. We got inside and ran upstairs into our room. I collapsed onto the bed and Minho followed, laughing the whole way. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and then ran off the bed and into the hallway again.

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-Minho's POV-

Everything seemed to go back to the way it was before Newt found the video. For some reason, it worried me. Maybe it was because the last time he was like this it led to a killing spree, maybe it was because the slightest misdeed could possibly make him kill again, or maybe I was worried because I enjoyed the killing and was worried that he'd never kill again. I don't know but I didn't want to find out. All of a sudden, I heard Thomas talking to Newt outside the bedroom. "There's someone here to see you." He explained to Newt. Newt went downstairs so I followed, it was his mother. Newt didn't seem thrilled to see her. "I'm sorry I left you..." she said as she hung her head to look at the floor. Newt didn't say anything, I could tell he didn't want her here. "What are you doing here Ms. Issac?" I asked her. "I came back to my son." She said with an extremely rude tone. "Who are you?" she asked me in the same tone. "I'm his boyfriend. Minho Parks. The only person who didn't make him feel alone once you left." I responded. She glared at me. "Well, I'm here now. So, I'd like it if you left." She explained. I was taken aback; she abandoned her children and when she shows up, she demands that I leave?! "Not happening lady." I replied. "Mom I would prefer if you didn't speak to my boyfriend like that." Newt explained to her, clearly mad as his British accent was thick in his voice. She looked offended by that. "Newton Jacob Issac, do not speak to your mother with that tone!" She replied, her voice also laced with a British accent. I shoved her backwards. "He was perfectly fine without you! What makes you think he needs you now?" I asked her.

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-Nobody's POV-

Elizabeth scoffed. "Well, he went on a killing spree with you so what makes you think he needs you?" She questioned him. Newt snapped. He shoved his mother out of the house. "A few things; One, you are my mother! Not a child. Two, I went on the killing spree because of what dad did! Not because of Minho. Three, I was doing just fine without you, as Minho had said, so I would like you to leave! Lastly, you don't deserve a chance to come back into our lives." Newt exclaimed in an angry tone, his British accent being extremely noticeable. Elizabeth looked stunned at her sons out-rage. Newt then turned to Minho. "Don't think that you're free to go! One, you are 27! Act like it! Two, she is still my mother so don't treat her with such disrespect! Three, I can speak for myself and don't need you to speak for me! Lastly, you need to accept that sometimes people can forgive and let others come back into their lives! I just so happen to not be that kind of person." He shouted. Minho felt ashamed as he watched Newt storm off into the kitchen. Minho hated Elizabeth; he always did. In his eyes, Newt was the definition of perfection, and he hated the thought that someone could abandon him. He was going to get revenge for the pain that Elizabeth had caused Newt; one way or the other, she was going to regret her decision.