End Game (Newtmas AU) {ON HOLD}

NINETEEN

The world has bigger problems than boys who kiss boys and girls who kiss girls.
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As Newt was sat at the living room's couch, playing with his fingers and biting down his lower lip nervously, his mother paced around the wooden floor so many times that Newt was almost sure that If she dragged her feet down she'd tear the wooden floor out of its roots. The woman wore a tired face that made her look ten years older than she already was and If you didn't know better, you'd think she was at her early fifties even though she had just turned forty one.

"I never thought you'd be that irresponsible!" Emily exclaimed after a long pause filled with unspoken words and silence. "I thought you had learned by now that being like. . . that," she spat, not even daring to say the word gay. "Only brought trouble to us. To you. How could you?!"

The boy remained silent, staring at his mother's furious face whilst trying to keep the burning tears from streaming down his cheeks. Her words hurt, and she knew that but he bet that what she wanted right now was to hurt him. To send him back into that closet that he accidentally stepped out from like she had done once again in the past.

He wouldn't let her do that.

He jerked his head narrowing his eyes at the petite frame of the woman he called his mother. "That had nothing to do with dad's death, can't you understand that?!"

"That had everything to do with Ryan's death!" Emily almost scream, her voice echoing from her mouth like she had literally become a shell of herself. Her voice was husky and rough, but that didn't mean her voice lost its power."I will not let this happen again!"

"It was an accident!" Newt screamed back, failing to keep back his tears. "A bloody accident!"

"An accident you and your actions caused!" She defended, her hands resting on her hips. The once caring and loving woman he had grown up with was long gone. "Haven't you learned already?!"

"Isaac had nothing to do with it!"

"HE HAD EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT!" She screamed back her index finger pointing at him in an threatening way. "Now I want you to get the he----"

"Mum?" A tired voice asked as a figure entered the big living room Newt, his mother and Colin were currently at. She gave all three of them confused glances before a deep frown curved itself at her porcelain forehead.

Great. Sonya. The girl that hated him more than she hated Justin Bieber himself, and trust him when he said it, she had a deep burning passion for the singer. However, the Sonya he once knew looked nothing like the girl he was seeing before him right then.

She looked like a ghost of the person she once were. Her blond curly hair that fell in waves on the little of her back were now messy and sticking at every direction possible as If she had witnessed an electroshock. The mascara she always wore ever since the seventh grade was now moistured in tears and running down at her pale, puffy cheeks. Her eyes though, scared him the most. They were bloodshot red and just as puffy as her cheeks were. Just like her mother she seemed like a wreck, destroyed.

For crying out loud, he was only gone for five hours and hurricane Katrina had already stroke his family. Everyone but Colin who in fact was the hurricane Katrina.

"What is going on?" Sonya asked, though this time her voice wasn't as strong but almost like a whisper. Her look wondered from Newt, to Emily to focus on Colin and then back to Newt but her body remained still even when her now liquid mascara kept dripping down on her puffy checks. Her now swollen lips, had been pursed in a thin line.

"Nothing." Emily said quickly as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. Her voice was now an evidence of how tired she was. "We'll discuss about this tomorrow. Now everyone, get to sleep. And Newt," She added, her face becoming emotionless. "We'll continue our discussion as well."