The broken

Chapter 1

A/N
This is a new story that I have written and I think that it is better than most of my stories! English isn't my first language so if any words or the grammar is wrong, that is probably why!

This story contains trigger warnings and I don't want to trigger someone so if you have problem with depression or other mental illness's, please don't read!

And I will always have a song from my Newtmas playlist up there so If you want to listen to it! Go ahead! ;)

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Thomas

"Thomas! Teresa, can you come down for a moment?" Thomas suddenly heard his mother yelling at him from down stairs. He sighed and walked out from his room.
On the way out he saw his twin sister, Teresa, sprinting down the white stairs. Her raven black hair was in a small bun on top of her head and the loose, grey shirt wasn't even hanging over her shoulders.

" T, what are those clothes for?" Thomas asked when he was on the first floor. The stair led right to the kitchen, that was where their mom was standing. Teresa looked at him and frowned. " It's Sunday, I don't need make up or clothes or anything that makes me pretty." Thomas sighed. Teresa was so different from home and school.

" Thomas, Teresa!" Their mother said. She was standing in front of the sink and was holding her phone in her hand. Her eyes was watery and her lip was trembling. She looked really nervous.

" Mom..." Teresa started. " What's wrong?" Thomas frowned and sat down on a chair. He had never seen his mom looking this sad since their granddad had died.

" I need to tell you something," She said. Teresa sat down next to Thomas and she looked really worried.

" You know my best friend, from London," Their mom started.

" Yes, Was it Jennifer?" Thomas said. His mother had talked about her so much. Thomas knew that she was a single mother and had a son in Thomas and Teresa's own age.

" Yes, Jennifer," Their mom said. " She was in a car accident and...she died..." Teresa gasped. Thomas didn't know what to feel. He had never met Jennifer but knew that her mother truly liked her.

" I'm so sorry..." Teresa whispered. Their mother nodded and smiled a sad smile.

" You know that I told you about that she had a son, right?" Thoma sand Teresa nodded, they didn't knew where she would go with this.

" Well, he hasn't anywhere to live now and -" Teresa cur her off.

" What about his dad?" She asked. " I mean, Jennifer and him was only divorced, right?" Their mom nodded but she looked even sadder now. Her eyes darkened and she swallowed.

" He was supposed to live with his dad but the father didn't want to take care of him," She said. " All he did was to come to the hospital, said that he couldn't take care of him and then left." Thomas looked down at the floor. How could someone's dad do that to his own son?

" The son, his name is Newt, I know that Jennifer wanted me to take care of him," Their mom said. " She wouldn't want him to live in an orphanage and she was like a family to me. And it stands in her paper that if the family didn't want him, I should take him."

" What about his grandparents?" Teresa asked. Her eyes was watery too and her voice wasn't as strong as it used to be.

" He doesn't have any," Their mom answered. " They're all dead. But I just wanted to know if you'll be okay with him, living with us for now on?" It went quiet. Neither Thomas or Teresa said anything. Thomas knew that he had met Newt before but they were like three years old then! And now the boy would live with them? For as long as he had to! Thomas and Teresa was sixteen so he guessed that Newt was that as well. But he didn't have anyone who would want to take care of him more than Thomas mom so....