11:11 PM (Newtmas AU) [✔]

Sunday 9:59 PM

A/N:

To begin with this chapter will contain smut (not detailed cause I am tired) so if you feel uncomfortable or anything please skip to the end of this chapter.

Also, if you're my classmate, please spare my life tomorrow. (and my dignity, I kinda need that too:) )

Now proceed to the chapter,

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As he let his small suitcase fall to the cold pavement of the front of Nina's house, Newt hesitated to knock. He wasn't sure how that demon that liked to refer to herself as his guardian had convinced him to come back after all. How the earth had that she devil managed to make him leave Thomas' arms that resembled to a nice and cosy nest, only to come back to the nightmare that he had been trying to escape for the past seven years?

He turned to his heels and was about to run back to Thomas' house where he'd bury himself and never come out. Until the previous phone call with his aunt rang inside his head, echoing over and over as if it was on replay;

«You can't do this to me. You have no right to control my life.»

«I /own/ your life, fag. Never forget that. You can't hide from me.»

«I am not coming back. You can kiss the bloody money you get goodbye. I am done with you.»

«Who said I'd let you?»

«I wouldn't care If you didn't.»

«You would, when Thomas is concerned, wouldn't you? That little faggot boyfriend of yours.»

«...»

«What would happen when he is to pay for everything that little sorry ass of yours have caused, huh? How would your “honor” survive such a huge blown, mh?»

«Let Tommy alone. He's too much of a saint for his name to come out of those devil lips.»

«Perhaps I will. Depends on how you will behave.»

«Behave on what?»

«First come back then we'll talk about this. Oh, and I expect you to be home before ten. We have visitors. So, what do you say?»

«I'll be there. I'll bloody be there. Just let Tommy alone.»

«Anytime you run away again, what I say will be used against your boyfriend, and he'll be in huge trouble. Dare even to think about it, and you're toasted.»

«I won't.»

«Now that's a good little fag boy. I will be waiting for you.»

Newt sighed in defeat as he spined back to the spot he had been standing for the past 10 minutes. He lifted his hand to ring the doorbell, though froze. The survival instinct he owned told him to run away and never come back. But then, that faint little voice he had inside his head started whispering a certain name that made him tear up.