Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Thirty Four

Thomas pov

Watching as Newt smiles then turns his back and leaves the room a worried sensation twists my insides. Remembering both my dream and Newt just a few days ago it's difficult to have him leave and not be worried. I know I can't go with him everywhere, but I also know I won't be able to relax until he's back.

Only then do I realize Minho is still talking to me. "-Oh my god I wanted to kill him. He was so annoying and-"

Sitting up straighter I sigh, wringing my hands together and turning my head to stare at the door.

"Hey. Dude. You okay?" Looking over I see that Minho is looking at me with a funky expression written on his features.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm just a little...I don't know. Worried about Newt."

"Worried? Why?"

Biting down on my lower lip I look between Minho and the floor. Should I really tell him all about what happened with Newt? Would that be wrong of me?

Deciding that I could probably tell Minho (leaving out some details) and maybe he could try and cheer Newt up too, maybe even keep an eye on him as well? Of course I must tell him that he can never, ever, tell Newt that he knows.

"Um, well," taking a long pause I collect my thoughts and try to I fight the tears already springing to my eyes. I can't break down while talking about what happened. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes I finally start to tell Minho.

"Oh god, he told Newt to leave the house?" Minho asks. Looking to the floor I nod, tears swimming in my eyes but not yet falling and my nails scratching deep into my palms.

"He was pretty torn up wasn't he?" I nod again. Without all the details, I explained to Minho how upset Newt was about everything.

"Why would he blame himself though? It's not his fault." Shrugging I finally meet the other boy's eyes.

"No offense Thomas, but I freakin' hate your dad, he's a true asshole."

I laugh bitterly. "Trust me I don't take any offense."

Minho and I start to talk about all the idiotic things my dad has done to us over the years, at some points we're laughing so hard that we're crying.

Wiping my eyes my cheeks ache from all the laughing, but when our laughter dies down and neither of us have anything left to say, my smile sinks into a frown.

It's been a while since Newt left, way longer than it should take to shower.

"You okay over there?" Looking up quickly at the shock of Minho's voice breaking me from my thoughts I see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown of his own plastered on his lips.

"Uh...not really no," I mumble, worry spreading out from the pit of my stomach like a horrible disease running through my bloodstream, rotting my insides.

"What's up?"

"Newt should've been back by now."

"Huh? Thomas don't worry about it, just let the kid shower. He'll be back."

"But...but what if-" cutting myself off with a sigh I shake my head, maybe Minho is right, I'm just being paranoid.

As I stare at the door Minho and I stay silent, every few seconds I click the power button on my phone and my heart drops a little more each time when Newt doesn't text.

Finally after an additional six minutes I can't wait another second without speaking to Newt. Dialing his number and pressing my phone to my ear I wait for it to start ringing.