Newt x reader

Chapter Forty- Six

Sore and bleeding on the ground, you don't know what else to do. Newt is probably frantic looking for you, and the thought of him yelling at some police officers to hurry up in some station somewhere actually brings a smile to your face. He cares.

Daydreaming, all you can imagine is Newt heroically coming to your rescue, barging in through the door like he was in a movie, saving the damsel in distress and defeating the villain. But more likely than not, he is sitting in a police station, sad and scared, waiting anxiously for news. Tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

No. You have got to stop daydreaming, it's doing no good for you, you need to focus on getting out of here, to getting back to Newt. So you can be safe and happy.

Unfortunately your father is smarter than he looks, for an abusive drunk, and there is nothing even remotely sharp or useful anywhere you can see, nothing in reach.

How can a person do this to their own daughter? How can a father cause so much pain and sorrow to their child, without purpose or reason. How can any human knowingly hurt another human? Let alone for fun. The tears are threatening to spill out of your eyes again, and you duck your head down, blinking, hoping to wish them away, but to no luck, you end up curled up as much as you can in your position, sobbing uncontrollably. Truly alone and vulnerable.

The door flies open, and you flinch, curling up even tighter, trying to make yourself as invisible as possible, refusing to look up. Trying to avoid the pain.

"(y/n)?" Newt. He's here.

"Oh my gosh babe, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he says, rushing to your side, he places his hand on your cheek, and now both of you are crying. But they're finally tears of relief instead of pain. He found you. He actually found you.

He kisses your forehead gently, still gingerly holding you as much as he can, "I'm so sorry darling, I'm never leaving you again. This will never happen again," he presses his forehead to yours, and you close your eyes, relishing in his touch.

"Okay, we can figure this out, let me see," Newt says, looking at your bleeding wrists where you've been pulling at the handcuffs. "Oh no, babe, I'm so sorry. I'm getting you out."

He stands up, looking around the kitchen frantically, "Do you know where the keys are? Or anything even remotely helpful will do."

You shake your head, "I haven't moved from this spot since I woke up."

"It's okay, we can make this work. We can figure this out," He says, glancing around the room. In the end he just shrugs. "This better work," and he bends down by the table and lifts it up, and as he is much stronger than you are, he is actually successful. You slide the handcuffs out from under the table, free at last. Still bound, but now you can move.

Newt picks you up and holds you tight, but gently, aware of your many wounds.

"Alright, let's get you to a hospital," Newt says, setting you down gently and fishing his keys out of his pocket. "The cops are on their way."

"No, I'm fine. I just want to go home," you say, attempting to take a step, but collapsing from pain. Newt has you in his arms bridal style before you even hit the floor.

"Yeah right. Don't even try to argue with me, you need serious help, (y/n)," he says, kissing your cheek gently. He begins to carry you out the door, your head snuggling against his chest, but that's when a car pulls in the driveway. Your father is back.