Him & I (Newtmas story)

Chapter 8: The Attack

Hellooooooo, Happy New Year of 2024!! Welcome to chapter 8 of Him & I! thanks for reading this far, I for real mean it. There are slight mentions of suicide and harm in this chapter, just letting people know.  I'll try to keep you guys entertained tho! Happy reading! 🩷

Newt's POV:

I stared at him, too shocked and too scared to say anything. If he was worried before, he looked horrified now. I just looked at him, then I looked down, seeing my blood-soaked arms and clothes. My blood was also pooling onto the wooden floor, a brilliant crimson, turned a dark garnet. He made a strangled noise in his throat. I turned back to him, he was still standing in the doorway of my makeshift hut.  I thought he'd run away, or be too scared to even come near me in this situation. I was wrong. 

He slowly made his way over, as if I were a baby fawn, one that might get scared and run away at the slightest misstep. He didn't say anything, not yet, he just made his way over to me. I was scared, I didn't know what he was going to do. Tears were running down his face nonstop, it hurt me to see him this upset, but then again, he'd also hurt me when he kissed Teresa like that. Oh how I wished it was me. But it wasn't, and now, it probably never will be. 

"Newt", he whispered quietly, "Can I sit here"?

I just moved over and he sat down, careful not to accidentally bump me. I stared ahead, unblinking, not paying him really any attention outwardly, but inwardly, he was all I could think about. 

"Newt, do you have any towels in here"? he asked quietly. 

I nodded my head towards a cabinet over across the room. He got up and opened it, grabbing a few. He made his way back over to me. Crouching down, he placed a towel over the pool of blood around me, he then grabbed another one from his little pile and motioned to my arms. 

"'may I"? he asked. 

I nodded, still not really paying attention, my mind was elsewhere, yet nowhere all at once. He gently lifted my left arm, placing the towel on the outside of my forearm, then he brought one side over to the inside of my forearm, and started to wrap it up. I gasped in pain, the rough towel against my damaged skin was a whole other world of pain. 

"Shit! Sorry Newt". he said, clearly angry at himself for hurting me as I was in this state. 

He still continued to wrap it at softly as he could. Then he moved to my other side, and did the same with my right arm, I still didn't speak to him, I don't even know what I'd say to him. After wrapping up my arms, he went back to cleaning up the scarlet blood that was lathered onto the floor. I watched him mop it up with the towel he had placed there. Once he'd finished, he plopped the towel on the floor a few feet away from me, then came and sat back down next to me. 

"If you want to talk, I'll listen, and I'll stay here with you while you do so. But if you don't want to talk, then I'll just sit here in silence with you until you want to. And if you never want to talk, then I'll sit here in silence with you as long as I can. But if you want me to leave, I'll leave, but I promise to always come back. And even if you never want to see me again, just know that I'll always look out for you, just in case, if you ever need me". he said. 

That's when I couldn't hold back my tears, hearing him say that to me, it was something I'd been waiting for someone to say to me for years. I turned to him. 

"Don't you hate me"? I asked him. "Aren't you disgusted by me"?

"Of course not Newt! I could never hate you, I could never ever be disgusted by you, I care about you so much Newt! I never want to lose you! Trust me"! He told me, tears still flooding down his beautiful face at a steady pace. Sadness flooding his voice, making it thick.