Newt x reader

Chapter Forty- Seven

"Okay, okay, it's going to be okay..." Newt mutters, seemingly more to himself than to you, and you can feel yourself shaking. You don't want to face him again, and you don't want Newt to face him either. You just want him to go away, but that's obviously too much to ask for. Newt sets you down on the floor, and kisses your forehead.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," And you can feel the tears come to your eyes. You don't want this to happen, it's all to much.

Newt pulls a pocketknife out of his pocket and flips it open, grimacing in determination.

"Newt?" He looks over at you, "Be careful," he nods, then turns to face the door, waiting for him to come in.

The door slams open, and there stands your father, looming in the doorway, glaring at you and Newt.

"Well, well. Prince charming has come to save the Damsel in Distress," your father sneers at you, "Cause she's too weak to defend herself," he practically spits in your direction, starting towards you.

Newt steps in front of him, blocking his path to you.

"So help me if you lay another finger on her you won't live to see the sun rise," he practically growls at your father, and in return your father laughs in his face. 

"Like you can stop me. Step aside, boy, this is family business."

"You are no family to her," Newt says, lifting his knife and stepping towards your father, who seems surprised.

"Well, you're made of more than I thought you were. But run along kid, she's not worth it."

"Don't you dare talk about her like that," Newt says, "she's worth more than you know," he glances back to meet your eyes, giving your father just enough time to lunge forward and grab Newt's knife and yank it out of his hand, giving him the advantage.

Newt curses under his breath, and looking practically done with the world, he steps forward and shoves your father, catching him by surprise and throwing him off balance, giving Newt a chance to grab the knife back.

You try to stand up, wanting to help, but you end up collapsing, tears forming in your eyes. Why is this so difficult?

Tears in your eyes, you don't even want to watch the fight. You don't want anything to happen to Newt, especially because of you.

And you especially don't want to see Newt loose, with the combination of his limp and your father's fury and brutality, Newt isn't doing so well. You don't want to watch this. Squeezing your eyes shut, wishing it all to go away, you hear a loud thud, a body has hit the ground, finally knocked unconscious. Not wanting to see, but desperately needing to know, you open your eyes, and find Newt standing over your father's limp body, panting and exhausted. He limps over to you, and bends down, picks you up.

"The police are on their way, but I couldn't wait. I couldn't leave you here," He says, beginning to carry you out to his car."

"Newt... You should've been more careful...." You say, noticing the black eye that was beginning to form and the bloody nose and the red mark on his face, that will surely turn into a bruise. You lift your hand up and touch his cheek, wanting nothing more than to take his pain away.

"Anything for you, (y/n)," he says, kissing your forehead gently before setting you into his car. "Now let's get you to a hospital," He says, getting in the car, speeding away, just as police cars swarm the street, here for your father.