Eighteen.

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Newts POV

"GOD DAMNIT!" I yelled, slamming on my brakes. I pulled over on road, and seconds later I was bawling.
"No, Newt." I said to myself. "You have to save Tommy, no matter what it takes, remember? You can't sit around and act like a baby, nor a fool. It's your turn to be the hero!"

Seconds later, I was on the road again.

"I'm coming, Tommy.. Stay alive." I muttered.

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Thomas' POV

I didn't say a word after that, he laughed. "You really don't want to die, do ya kid?" I shook my head, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Surprised." He mumbled. I wanted to scream, cry at the least, but I couldn't.

I'm weak.

I'm useless.

What did I do to deserve Newt? He's so great, and then there's me.

I never felt so sad before.

Who knows, it might be the last time anyway.

"Don't move," he said. Going to the kitchen to get bottle of beer. Once he came back, he threw the bottle at me.

I winced. "I SAID, DON'T MOVE!" He yelled.

"At least I'm not talking." I said in my head, rolling my eyes. He threw the bottle at me. Glass got in my arms and legs, I yelped.

"You can't keep me here forever." I said coldly, no emotion.

"Did you just- talk?" He said, walking towards me, anger in his eyes.

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Newts POV

Hours past, but soon enough I was in my dads driveway.

I didn't what would happened to me at this point, I was wanted Thomas to be safe.

I bolted through the door.

"Don't you dare." I said.

My dad had a gun planted on Thomas' head. He turned around, pointing it at me.

"Why not?" He said, laughing. "Because." I said then suddenly, not knowing myself, I threw glass bottles at him. He fell to the ground.

"RUN THOMAS!" I yelled. The sooner he did, my father got up, gun in hand.

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