Pyscho {Newtmas AU} (on hold)

Chapter 4

And then he left.

Thomas trudged home, walking slow to stall himself from seeing his parents for as long as possible. His mind was clouded with the blonde boy, images of his smile, glittery hazel eyes that shine like stars, perfect rose color lips. Thomas was so transfixed on Newt he didn't see the 200 foot phone pole in front of him, and he slammed into it, crushing his nose. He stumbled back a few steps before regaining his balance. A few laughs sounded around him, but he just shrugged them off. He shook his head to rid of the oncoming dizziness and continued walking, this time careful of his surroundings.

As much as he didn't want to arrive at the apartment that is his home, Thomas knew he had to show his face again if he wanted to avoid another beating from one or both of his parents. Being alcoholics, they often fought, both verbally and physically. More often than not Thomas would get involved somehow, and ended up with some bruise somewhere every time. The kids at school would always ask about it too, and Thomas hated it. He didn't want anyone to know about his parents' lifestyle, so he would just lie and claim he was beat up by criminals or bullies.

And now, here he was, at the door of hell, or what he was supposed to call home. The word brought a sour taste to Thomas's mouth. Home was a place of safety and security, somewhere one could go when they needed to escape the outside world, but for Thomas, home was were he wanted to escape from. He hated his life, but knew there was no way out, he was stuck with it. At least he had Newt.

Yeah. He thought. At least I have Newt.

Knowing the door would be unlocked Thomas walked inside his house, only to be greeted by an empty bottles of vodka thrown at the wall next to his head. He ducked away, but a piece of glass caught onto the skin just below his eye, scraping his skin until eventually landing on the floor amongst the other pieces of the bottle. He didn't need to feel his cheek to see if there was blood, he could see it trickle off his face and onto the floor, creating a small puddle of crimson. Thomas looked to see who had thrown the bottle, and the fury he saw in his father's eyes made him regret it immediately.

"Where. The. Hell. Have. You. BEEN?!"

His dad bellowed so loud the house shook an Thomas's head rattled. He winced, cowering back like he always does. Then he gulped and thought of what to do. He debated turning and going back to Newt, but he knew that would not end well for either of them, so the brunette did what he does best. He lied.

"I was at Chuck's catching up on school work."

His dad did not like that excuse, and took the half full bottle he was holding and threw it at Thomas. He let out another loud bellow before stomping out of the room. Thomas ducked just in time, and the bottle smashed on the closed door behind him, but the contents showered Thomas, soaking him in foul-smelling whiskey. He clothes dripped with alcohol, and the cut on his cheek stung from the liquid entering it. He fought back tears, and stood as straight as he could in an attempt to stay strong, but he knew one more word from his father would send him over the edge.

After his father had left Thomas bolted, slamming the door behind him as he ran. He ran through the all to familiar streets, every path he had memorized from previous experiences flowed into his brain, and he ran them all. He didn't stop running, anger and sadness fueling the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. He finally stopped in front of the same abandoned house he was brought to when he passed out in the alleyway just a day ago. The broken windows allowed a clear view of inside, and Thomas could see Newt sitting on a ragged couch, reading a book. There was a steaming mug next to the blonde as well, but all Thomas could focus on was the beautiful boy reading.

He didn't want to disrupt Newt, so he just stood outside, shaking slightly from the past events. Newt didn't look up from his book once, and it wasn't until nightfall that he placed it on the table next to him. The blonde stood from his position and went to put his cup away when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw Thomas, pacing, shivering, and totally lost in thought. Newt had no idea why the brunette came back so quickly, but judging by his soaked clothes and cut face, Newt guessed it wasn't because of something good.

Thomas had glanced back at the house for about the billionth time to see if Newt had noticed him yet, and his brown eyes were met with a pair of hazel ones. Time suddenly froze, and the two boy stood stock still, staring and admiring the beauty and complexity of the other. Eventually Newt snapped out of the daze and ran to the door to open it, just as Thomas ran to the door. The blonde opened the door, and as he got a better look at Thomas his heart shattered.

Thomas looked terrible. Clothes soaked, face cut up, small traces of glass stuck between the fabric of his shirt and pants, hair tousled in every direction. He looked broken, defeated, which technically, he was. Newt immediately wrapped Thomas in his arms, instantly comforting the brunette, who let out a sigh of relief and contentment. Newt, clearly unaware of how nice he was being all of a sudden, gently rubbed Thomas's back, feeling the boy tremble under his touch. Thomas didn't cry, he just hugged Newt tight, burying his face into the crook of the other's neck. No words were spoken between the boys, but neither of them wanted to say anything. They felt that this moment should be silent, just the two of them, holding on to each other like the other was the one piece missing from their soul.

Any thought Newt had of killing anyone vanished, his eyes no longer held the glint of insanity that they used to have. All he cared about was protecting Thomas, and he was perfectly fine with it. So maybe Newt wouldn't make Thomas a serial killer. Maybe Thomas would make Newt sane. But none of that matters to them right now, all they care about is each other's safety.

And maybe, just maybe, Thomas and Newt could fix each other.

They could mend each other's souls.

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