Newt x reader

Chapter Thirty- Five

Pulling up in from of your house, you feel a pit in your stomach. You'd be perfectly fine never setting foot in that house again, but it's inevitable. Newt's mom won't let you stay forever, and even if she did, it wouldn't be right. You'll have to leave sometime so she doesn't get suspicious. And anyway, it'd be better than being homeless..... right?

"Okay, you can wait here and I'll go in and grab a few things," Newt says.

"Nice try. But it's gonna be the other way around," you say, biting your lip nervously. Newt shakes his head.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight anywhere near this man, (y/n). Look at what he's done to you!" Newt says, almost angrily, softly touching the bruises and scars on your arms. Since he knows know, you finally wore short sleeves. Of course you brought a jacket in case you see anyone else, but it was nice to have the freedom for once.

You kiss Newt on the cheek, "I'll be okay. If anything happens, I'll yell and you can come running," before he has a chance to say anything, you're out of the car and on the way inside, pulling your house key out of your pocket nervously.

You unlock the door as quietly a humanly possible, or you try anyways, and you succeed in only making a soft click. You slowly squeeze through the door quietly, glancing into the kitchen, your fathers favorite spot. Empty. You breathe a small sight of relief.

Slowly walking to your room, nervously checking in every direction, you finally make it. You close the door behind you and click the lock, then you finally breathe.

Grabbing a dirty and torn duffel bag from the closet quietly, you do your best to shove everything you might need into it as fast as possible. You don't own very much, so almost your entire wardrobe fits into the duffel bag, and a few other random things you've stolen from your father over the years. A notebook and a few pencils, a flashlight, and a few other random things. Zipping up the bag, you move to the door, ready to get out.

Opening the door a crack, you peek out. The house still appears empty. Opening the door the rest of the way, you creep out, ready to make your getaway.

You get halfway through the kitchen when you feel someone grab you from behind and pull you towards the wall. Pinning you against it, you come face to face with your father, holding a knife to your throat. Very drunk and very angry.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING YOU LITTLE RAT?!" He screams into your face. You open your mouth to scream for Newt, but he pressed the knife harder against your neck, and you can feel blood begin to drip.

"You so much as say a word for your boyfriend to come rescue you and I'll make you regret it," he says, digging the knife in a little deeper. You close your mouth and your eyes, but not fast enough to to stop the tears from escaping. You're out of practice.

At the sight of your tears, your father grins. "Aw look at that..." He says, bringing the knife up dangerously close to your eye, and touching the tear. "Clearly you're not strong enough. That means I need to work harder."

Before you can say or do anything, he brings the knife down and slashes your thigh through your pants, creating a giant cut, and the blood starts to pour. You can't help it. Another tear.

"Oh no.... is that not enough?" He says, grinning again. This time he slashes your upper arm, creating another escape for the blood inside of you, which begins pouring out. Squeezing your eyes shut, you manage to prevent any other tears.

"Oh much better," he says, holing you against the wall, "But still not enough," he slashes your stomach and you cry out in pain.

"You brought a boy home. You should know that's against the rules," he says, pressing the knife to your cheek, and running it down slowly, so the blood drips down and mixes with some of the tears.

"The door bangs open and Newt comes in, looking at the blood all over you he starts towards you, but your father is quicker. Pulling you away from the wall, slashing your shoulder, and holding the knife to your neck in a matter of seconds, he glares at Newt.

"If you know what's good for you boy, and for her," your father looks down at you, "You'll turn around and scurry back home. This is family business."

Newt's eyes look pained as he begins to register the blood and ripped clothes. He looks up at your father, "Let her go. Please," he says in a quiet voice. To which your father laughs.

"You think you love her!" He mocks Newt, pressing the knife deeper into your neck. "Well I'm helping her be stronger. You think you're helping her by protecting her, but I'm making her strong. So just turn around and leave us be." Newt shakes his head.

"You'll have to make me." He says defiantly.

"That can be arranged," Your father says, flinging you against the wall and starting towards Newt. You try to move, but it's incredibly difficult. You look up at your father and Newt, he raises his knife, and Newt lifts up his arm to block the blow, and he slices down his arm. The blood begins coming out of the wound on Newt's arm and you feel dizzy. This is why you never talk to anyone, cause they'll get hurt.

Newt grabs your father's wrist and twists, managing to get the knife away from him and shoving him against the table. In a split second he's over by you, picking you up and carrying you out of the house into his car. Again.