It Wasn't Real

Chapter 9

A few days later, Newt walked up to Arthur's office. He hesitantly knocked on the door.

"Come in." Arthur called.

Newt let out a calming sigh and opened the door. Arthur glanced up and sighed in annoyance. "Not now Newt. I'm busy."

"But sir, if you could just-"

"I said not now."

"But-"

"Samuel!"

Both Arthur and Newt froze, looking at each other in shock. Arthur quickly shook out of his daze. "I'm sorry. You just reminded me of my nephew. He was always begging someone to listen to his dreams."

"Because they bloody mean something. I believe that our dreams could change the fate of many. If someone would just listen, they could save lives."

Arthur glared at Newt. "Are you blaming me for his kidnapping? Are you saying it's my fault my little sister was murdered?"

Newt's eyes widened and he shook his head. "That's not what I meant at all."

"Then what did you mean?"

"That maybe if you just bloody stop and listen to someone else for once, you would be surprised at what you can accomplish, what you can change."

"So you are blaming me."

"No, that's not what I'm trying to-"

"Leave."

"What?"

"I want you out of my sight." Newt couldn't move at first, shocked at what just happened. "Now!" Arthur yelled.

Newt's face tightened in anger. "You never listen!" He yelled before storming out. He didn't know where the anger came from or why that phrase alone felt so familiar.

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He kept to himself for the rest of the day, refusing to talk to anyone, even when Alby, Thomas, Minho, Chuck, and Gally took turns trying to cheer him up. He couldn't stop thinking about Arthur and his mysterious nephew, Samuel; the name sounded so familiar as if he knew this Samuel. It was a possibility considering Arthur said he reminded him of his nephew; maybe he got those similarities from being close to Samuel.

Celia walked over to the bench he was sitting on and sat down beside him.

"What's wrong?" He ignored her. "Come on, talk to me. I heard you and Arthur yelling. What happened?"

At the mention of the leader, he turned to her. "How much do you know about Arthur's nephew?"

"Not much." Celia responded. "Just that he was taken, his parents murdered, and all they ever found was Julianne's diary pretty much explaining why it all happened."

"Julianne? Diary?"

"Arthur's sister. She kept a diary ever since Samuel was born. She wrote in it every day. When Arthur found out what happened, he was devastated. You see, Arthur and Julianne were close. They had a bad childhood so they relied on each other. There could never have been siblings closer than they were. Arthur did everything he could to make sure his sister was safe at all times." She sighed. "He was the one who found them you know, we on our way to their house for breakfast. We used to eat breakfast with them every morning. He walked in expecting to see a happy family waiting for him, only to find his sister and brother-in-law murdered and his nephew missing. I guess he thinks that if he finds Samuel he can be forgiven for not protecting her that night. If he finds Sammy then Julianne's spirit can finally rest."