Shattered Love | Scorch Trials

Rescue

  I wake up groggily, wiping my dirty face on my shirt. My muscles ache, soreness washing over my entire body.

  I feel someone shift beside me.

  "Love?" Newt whispers. He must have been asleep too because his voice is hoarse and raspy. Its really cute.

  "Hi," I reply, turning over to face him.

  "How are you feeling?" He asks, pushing my hair out of my face.

  "I don't know anymore," I say. "I had a dream."

  When he doesn't respond, I keep talking.

  "It was me, and some woman, and Aris. They were holding him captive, beating him up. Threatening both of us. I said something about how I was the head of Wicked. How could I have been a part of something so cruel? I hate Wicked!" I say, my whispers getting louder.

  "Shh, shh, love," He strokes my back. "Take it slow."

  My chest heaves up and down from getting so worked up. "Am I a horrible person?"

  He shakes his head. "Of course not. Don't even question it. Whatever happened before the Maze doesn't matter. You're here now, and you're with us. We stand with you." He says.

  "I just, I feel like I need to save everyone to redeem myself." I say, crying as I look at the dead bodies around us. I couldn't save them. We only have eight girls and seven guys left, including Jorge and Brenda. I promised to get them to the Safe Haven. I promised to help Winston and I promised Chuck he would find our parents.

  "Hey, hey don't cry, love." Newt pulls me up onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I put my head on his chest and cry my eyes out, sobs getting quieter and quieter after each minute. We didn't pass the test. We failed the trials. And now we're gonna die out here. I let it all out, Newt rubs my back soothingly and kiss the side of my head.

bOnce the crying stops, I begin to hiccup.

  I reposition myself in front of Newt, holding his hands in mine as I hiccup. He chuckles.

  "I remember those hiccups." He says.

  "They are...so annoy...ing." I reply.

  He smiles and laughs and runs his hand over my cheek. "You're so bloody adorable." His smile lights up the entire world, makes any situation seem alright. His brown eyes locked on mine, it makes everything fall into place, and I am drowning in him.

  "I love you" I smile, and lean forward, crashing my lips onto his. He instantly kisses back, lips moving to an unknown rhythm. The whole world fades away and its just Newt and I. His lips are soft and the kiss is sweet, filled with love, compassion, and reassurance. My hands hold onto his chest as we continue to kiss. He holds my waist, pulling me closer and closer to him.

  I pull away, hold his face in my hands. A huge grin is plastered on my face. Even when I don't want to smile, when all I want to do is curl up into a ball and cry, starving and cold, he makes me smile. I can't help it. I love this boy with all my heart, soul and mind.

  "I love you too," Newt whispers, quickly pecking my lips. I giggle. "You know you're a bloody good kisser."

  My cheeks get hot and I put my head on his shoulder, embarrassment flooding through me.

  "Don't hide your gorgeous face love." He whispers, just like he did in the Glade.

  I look up at him. He is probably lying. "Dirt, sweat and blood make a great look, don't you think?" I laugh, but he doesn't.