Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Thirty Three

Over the next three days nightmares continue to play out in my dreams, I've only woken up one other time but I couldn't bring myself to wake Newt again. He had been so worried about me it broke my heart, he's the one who is fragile right now and needs to be worried about. Not me.

Thankfully none of the nightmares have been as traumatizing as that first one which still haunts me before I fall asleep.

Minho isn't back from Christmas break just yet, he comes home tomorrow. Newt and I have talked a lot the past few days, both about nothing and everything.

We've spent hours discussing what happened with my father kicking Newt out of my family's home. Usually Newt denies everything I tell him and blames himself in any instance but after hours upon hours over many days I think I've convinced him that this was not his fault. Tears were shed, voices were raised, feelings got a little bit hurt, but in the end I think Newt will be able to move on knowing he did nothing wrong and knowing I'm here for him; and I can too.

My mom has tried to call and my siblings have all - well, all except Chuck who doesn't have a phone yet - texted numerous times, apologizing and updating me on what happened.

Apparently my mom still isn't talking to my father and he's been sleeping in the spare bedroom. Teresa and Peter have tried their best to stay out most of the time while poor Chuck has to deal with the awkward tension in the house. My father hasn't apologized or admitted he's wrong but everybody has fought with him at least once since Newt and I left.

When I received one of the texts about the fighting Newt read it over my shoulder and started to cry into his knees. He hates fighting and he thinks that it's all his fault. This was two days ago, I held onto him and stroked his back softly and calmed him down. Throughout all of this I've somewhat recovered as well, as long as Newt is here I will be okay too, and I've been trying my best to make sure Newt is happy.

At night I couldn't sleep as I was afraid of my dreams and worried about Newt. I would end up falling asleep in the early morning hours and Newt wouldn't wake me unless it got too late in the day. When I wake up panic shoots down my spine if I don't see Newt beside me but every time I find him sitting at the bottom of the bed or behind me or on my desk chair.

"I didn't want to wake you," he would tell me. 

I would thank him and ask the blond to come over and sit with me. Just like I do now.

Newt is perched at the edge of the mattress but he stands and meets me at the top of the bed. Scooting over closer to the wall to make room for him I fold my legs up underneath me.

We stay quiet for a while, just looking at one another. I smile at Newt which he returns happily; I can tell that Newt is still hurt about Christmas break, but together we're slowly piecing one another back together.

Reaching for his hand I intertwine our fingers together. Newt looks as if he wants to say something but I don't ask, instead I wait to see if he says anything first.

Getting lost in my thoughts my smile sinks into a grin as I squeeze his hand.

Newt pov

"Tommy?" I ask, breaking Thomas away from his thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking about something," I tell him.