Hold me- Newtmas

Chapter Seventeen

Hello readers

I'm so sorry I haven't published by flight was canceled due to this global outage and we couldn't get accommodation anywhere so we had to sleep overnight at the airport on the floor it sucked. 

My Wattpad account isn't letting be log in on my phone so I hope it doesn't do that to my computer so yeah. 

Also just started watching outer banks and omg I love it so much already

Enjoy this chapter it might be boring because I just want to get a chapter done,

Jasi :)

THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE ABUSE IN IT PLEASE SKIP IT YOU NEED TOO.

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"One must not let oneself be overwhelmed by sadness." -Jacqueline Kennedy-Onassis

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Thomas Lay in his bed staring up at his white roof flecks of paint falling off a stupid smile plastered on his face thinking about the day he had just had. The sound of a door being forced open made him jump quickly sitting up and walking out of his room peaking around the corner of the door. The hallway was empty but the sound of cabinets opening and closing from the kitchen made him tip-toe down the stairs missing the one floorboard which made a noise. Looking into the room his mother stood there beer and wine bottles scattered along the floor and bench some broken others empty. Thomas pushed himself up against the wall trying to hide himself from his drunk mother. His mother saw the flash of his messy hair around the corner making her stroll towards her son.

"Thomas I missed you" His mother slurred stumbling towards him using photos to balance her body making them fall onto the floor cracking under the pressure.

"Hi Mum"

"What have you been doing all day?" Thomas' mum threw her arms around the scared boy pulling him into a tight hug.

"I had a friend over" Thomas replied not wanting to wrap his arms around his drunk mother.

"What's their name?"She asked

"Newt, his name is Newt" Thomas replied his mother's breath smelt of alcohol hit his face making the boy want to pull away.

"You had a boy over?" his mother said pulling away from his son pushing him slightly against the wall holding her finger up to his chest. "What does this Newt boy mean to you?" her face pressed up against Thomas, making the brunette uneasy.

"He's just a friend" Thomas mumbled fear getting in the way of how is spoke.

"A friend?" His mother now had her hand around the boy's throat.

"Yes" Thomas stuttered struggling to get air to his lungs.

"I WON'T HAVE MY SON BEING A FAG" Thomas' mother shouted slapping the boy across his face leaving a red mark and burning sensation along his cheek.

"I promise Mum he's just a friend" Thomas cried holding his arms in front of his face and curling into the ball on the ground.

"YOUR A FAG AND A DISAPPOINTMENT JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER" His mum screamed throwing a beer bottle at the wall next to Thomas before bringing her foot to her son's ribs kicking at the boy multiple times and screaming words at him.

"Stop please" Thomas screamed trying to hold their burning ribs as his back hit the wall.

"GET OUT MY FUCKING HOUSE" HIs mother finished grabbing a wine bottle and walking out of the house slamming the door behind her.

Thomas lay there holding his hands to his stomach which was covered in bruises of all different colours. Tears fell the boy's cheek onto the glass-covered fall which Thomas knew he would have to clean up before Chuck came home any second. Pulling himself up he grabbed a broom tripped over his feet and struggled to breathe. Once he had cleaned up the mess he grabbed a bag of peas and headed to his room laying on his bed pressing the ice to his chest gasping at the feeling. His legs, arms, stomach and face had bruises scattered on them, which was a problem to cover up for school tomorrow. Thomas shut his eyes distracting himself from the pain in his body letting sleep take over.

The next morning Thomas woke up with a pounding headache and a throbbing feeling all along his stomach which was now covered in bruises. Throwing the covers over his body letting them fall onto to clean floor. Walking into his bathroom he splashed his red face with cold water letting the freezing sensation slowly wake him up. Turning on the shower and stepping in he watched the room steam up as water droplets danced down his body. Finally stepping out of the shower Thomas put on a baggy T-shirt and black cargo pants hoping it covers the painful artwork on his body.

"CHUCK?"Thomas shouted his voice echoing around the house not getting any response back. After shouting a few times Thomas decided to call his grandparents. He waited as the sound of a phone ringing filled his ears.

"Thomas?" An elderly woman's voice asked on the other side of the phone.

"Hello Grandma, I was wondering if Chuck is with you right now?" Thomas asked throwing food into his school bag before walking out the door to the bus stop.

"Oh yes Chuck is with us right now, you had fallen asleep so I decided to let Chuck stay at ours for a bit longer, do you need to talk to him"The woman spoke.

"I have school but when I get home I'll call, bye" Thomas sighed hanging up after he said goodbye. Waiting at the bus stop Thomas figured out an excuse to tell Newt why his Cheek was red, deciding he would tell him he fell over. The yellow school bus engine roared before it came to a halt at his stop opening the glass doors and inviting Thomas inside. Placing himself down at the back of the bus he turned on his phone placing his headphones letting the music blast in his ears.

The bus pulled into the crowded school students flocked out the door finding their friends like their lives depended on it. Not wanting to talk to anyone Thomas walked past his friends hiding between other groups. Slipping into the school and making a bee-line for his empty classroom unpacking his stuff at the back of the class before starting to draw sketches on his hand. Once the bells filled the halls kids started to place themselves next to the distracted boy talking in hushed whispering amongst themselves.

"Thomas you alright?" A voice asked making Thomas look up to find concerned Minho's face.

"Yeah just not much sleep" Thomas lied

"Newt was wondering where you were and why you haven't messaged him"

"Yeah I'll talk to him soon" Thomas faked a smile hoping to post-pon the talk he would have to have with Newt.

"Great" Minho finished before turning his head. Thomas lay his head on his desk drowning out the teacher's infuriating voice.

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YALL THIS CHAPTER SUCKED I'M SO SORRY BUT I JUST REALLY WANTED TO GET SOMETHING DONE SO YEAH

ALSO SOMEBODY VOTED ON TIS STORY SO I SHALL WRITE FOR THEM BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA IF ANYBODY ELSE IS READING THIS SHIT HOLE EHHEHE

PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT I REALLY WOULD LOVE THAT AND I WILL DEFINITELY TRY TO RESPOND TO MOST COMMENTS,

Jasi

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