Hey Brother- Newt Fanfic

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Holli's Pov
I keep my head down as I pass Alby. He and Newt seem pretty tight but I don't like the guy. As the gladers would say, he's a real shank.

Newt leads me to the tall, roughly made building where we slept last night.
"This is the homestead," he says "we eat, gather and the keepers sleep here."
"Keepers?" I ask.
"Leaders of jobs, they're in charge, keep all the jobs running smoothly.
"Wow this place is organised," emphasising my distaste. Newt doesn't say anything, suddenly an extremely hairy guy emerges from the kitchen. I almost laugh, he's the exact younger version of a stereotypical movie cook. Despite his grimy, creepy appearance his smile seems genuine enough. "So, this is the famous girl greenie?"
"Hey," I say, smiling at the ape.
"Gee, you can tell you to are siblings," he breaths astounded.
"You can?" Newt and I say simultaneously.
He chuckles "yeah, you can, same hair colour, similar face but my Newt your sisters a whole lot prettier than you."
We all laugh.

"Gee thanks Frypan," Newt says mock offended
"Can you grab us some breakfast so I can get the tour started before the other shanks wake up."
"Sure thing, anything you don't like Girlie." He asks me.
"Not that I can remember," I reply only half joking, a sense of sadness drifts over me as if I've only suddenly realised what a mess this is place is. Newt, Alby and the others may try to keep it running smoothly but in the end we're all just young teenagers, nowhere near ready for this horrible place with monsters that roam and walls to keep us locked up.

Detecting my change in attitude Newt steers me over to a table. We sit down next to each other as opposed to sitting across the table. His presence seems comfortingly familiar, I wonder if we were close before our memories were wiped, if our parents loved us, maybe our parents are dead, that seems most likely if not why would they let their children be sent to such an awful place. Maybe we're orphans or our parents aren't together, maybe our parents were abusive, an image springs to mind of a drunk menacing father or an intrusive ill tempered mother, they might have struck us or.......
"Holli are you okay?" Newt asks gently.
"I don't know, maybe?" I sigh pathetically.
"What's wrong?"
"What's right Newt?" I moan, " I mean look around, my neck has a bloody gaping gash, I'm a teenage girl surrounded by a bunch of boys, also trapped in a gigantic maze with bloody giblets or griever whatever things, and I have no god forsaken memory so don't ask me if I'm bloody okay!" I cry ,to emphasise my point I bury my face in my hands.
"Hey, look I'm not gonna tell you that it's alright cause you're right it's not. This place is basically hell in four walls but you'll make friends, find a routine, we'll all eventually get out and we can make whoever did this to us pay." He says fiercely, forcing me to look at him. We stare intensely at each other for a few moments before my eyes blur with tears and I drop my head in embarrassment. This time Newt doesn't say anything, he gently slings an arm around my shoulders, being careful of my neck and pulls me close. My head rests comfortably on his chest and I focus in the steady beat of his heart until I begin to feel a fraction better and safer.