Forget (A Maze Runner/Newt Fanfiction)

17-Taken

(A/N): TRIGGER WARNING FOR S*XUAL ASSA*LT

Ky's POV:

I wake up in the morning with an awful headache. I groan and sit up, yelping as pain shoots through my ribs. My yelp wakes Newt, who is sleeping beside me in his hammock again.

"Are you okay love?" Newt jumps up, looking around.

"Yeah, I'm fine Newt", I lie. "I just sat on my hand, that's all."

Newt looks at me, deems me trustworthy, and nods his head, laying back down.

I get up, and I shake my head.

I hate lying to Newt. It doesn't feel right.

"What doesn't feel right?", Newt asks me, causing me to jump.

"Oh, nothing. My ankle was just hurting a little. I must have twisted it running yesterday", I lie again.

"Oh. Are you okay? Maybe you should stay in the Glade today", Newt suggests.

"No no, I'm fine. I have to run. Bye, Newt" I say, cutting off the telepathy.

I jog to the Map Room and get my gear. Minho is coming in on my way out. He stops me, looking concerned.

"Ky, you have a bruise on your head", he says, gently touching a spot above my right eyebrow.

Gally.

"Oh, yeah. I uh, I tripped in the Maze yesterday and hit my head on a rock. It's all good."

I don't wait for a response. I jog out of the Map Room and into the Maze.

My mind spins as I run the Maze.

All this lying, I hate it. It's absolutely awful. And it's all Gally's fault! I have to protect Newt, but how do I just not hang out with him?! He'll figure it out soon enough. I need to come up with another lie for why I'm missing....ugh there we go again! More lies! Anyways...what do I tell them?

I turn a few more corners, thinking. The Glade should be up ahead soon.

Ah, I know what to say...

"Oh, Newt, I'm sorry! I'd love to hang out, but I can't...see...I'm on my period...." I say to myself, laughing.

I reach the Glade and quickly map my section for the day, skipping dinner again.

On the way to my hammock, Gally stops me.

"Gally, what do you want?"

Gally smirks.

"We are going to have another talk..."

Suddenly, Gally grabs me by my hair and drags me into the woods. He purposely drags me over the tree roots that stick up and over rocks.

I cry out in pain as he jerks me over a pointy rock that digs into my sore rib.

"Shut your shuck hole, klunkhead", Gally snaps.

"You're a klunkhead", I mumble weakly.

"Excuse me? What?" Gally stops and pulls me up, slamming me against a tree. He places his thick, meaty hand on my neck, choking me.

"I-I said that you have nice legs", I cough out.

Gally presses harder.

"Nice try, but that's not what you said."

I stay quiet, infuriating Gally even more. He snarls, getting closer to me.

I spit on him, hoping he will release me.

It doesn't work. He just recoils slightly. His face turns red in anger and he slaps me in the face, causing my head to spin.

I drop to the ground and Gally takes the chance to wipe the spit from his face and kick me again. After a few kicks to my abdomen, he drags me to my feet by my hair and shoves me against the tree once more. Except this time, without warning, he sticks his hand in my shirt. My eyes widen and I begin to scream, but Gally sticks his hand over my mouth, trapping the sound inside. His hands grope around greedily while I stand there, shocked and panicked and uncertain of what to do.

Then, it comes to me. I kick Gally in the shin, causing him to bellow and grab his leg. As soon as I am released, I sprint away, smiling.

Haha, thought you could-

I am tackled to the ground by a large object.

Shit.

Gally spins me onto my back and glares at me.

"I. Wasn't. Done."

He sits on me, pinning me down. With one hand clamped over my mouth, he rips off my pants, leaving me bare and exposed. He licks his lips and stares at me. I squirm and try to escape, but Gally won't have it. Gally proceeds to rip his pants off as well. I avert my eyes. A tear falls down my cheek as Gally thrusts into me repeatedly. My will to fight is gone. I just lay there, limp and useless. My cheeks burning and my dignity gone, Gally grunts. He gets up, putting his pants back on and walking away, leaving me laying on the forest floor naked. I wipe away the tears and crawl over to where my pants lie discarded on the ground. I slowly put them back on and hobble to my hammock. Newt and Thomas are asleep on either side of me.

I silently cry, careful to not wake them up. I'm sore and worn and wishing I were dead.

An idea pops in my head. I get up and search the area around me for the object that I seek. When I find it, I head back into the dark woods and scale a tree.

Let the real pain begin...

Word count: 890