Everything is Not What it Seems-Newtmas AU

Chapter Thirty

Thomas ran from Newt as fast as he could with a fire-year-old in his arms. He couldn't process what happened. He couldn't process what Newt had done. Part of him thought that what he had done was to protect the surrounding people, but the other part of him wanted to keep as much distance between them as possible.

He clung on to Rosanna, keeping her pressed against his body as a reflex. At such a young age, she couldn't comprehend the situation. She wouldn't understand it, not until she was old enough to know there was evil in the world and it lurked closer to her than what she may think.

Thomas underestimated it, too. He had been suspicious of Newt for a while but now that he knew -or didn't know exactly- what he was, he wasn't sure if he wanted an explanation at all.

"Thomas!" Newt yelled. Thomas held on to Rosanna tighter as he picked up his pace. "Thomas, please stop! Let me explain." Newt's voice sounded as broken as Thomas' heart. Footsteps thudded behind him and a hand was placed on his shoulder, spinning him around. 

Thomas flinched away and stumbled backwards when he came face-to-face with Newt. "S-stay away from me!" He retorted, his voice wavering. "Don't touch me. I don't want to see you, Newt. Please, just stay away from me -from us."

"You don't understand," Newt said calmly. "Just-just let me explain. Please, Tommy. Please."

"I can't," Thomas whispered.

And just like that, he turned on his heel and continued walking, leaving Newt in the middle of the street, looking guilty and scared.

***

Thomas cried for hours. He felt as though he had lost someone; a family member; a loved one; a soulmate. His throat hurt by the time he had stopped wallowing and his chest heaved from the lack of air he consumed. He lost count of how many panic attacks he had because it felt like a constant one. 

There was a sudden knock on his bedroom door but he made no attempt to answer. It slowly swung open. He didn't need to turn around to know it was Minho -his overwhelming aftershave gave it away. There was a dip in the mattress and he sat next to Thomas.

"Rose called me. She said you were upset and you fought with Newt," he said in a soft voice, placing an arm on his side where he was curled up. Thomas didn't turn to face him, though. "You can talk to me, you know."

"Newt..." Thomas tried to speak but his words caught in his throat. At the speed of light, he sat up and threw his arms around Minho, burying his face in his neck. He cried into him as the raven haired man held him closely, rubbing his back and soothing him. "He-"

"You don't need to explain right now," Minho said. "I'll look after Rose tonight. By the look of things, you don't have the energy."

It took Thomas half an hour to calm down again, his eyes stinging because of how many tears he shed. "I don't understand him. I don't know why he didn't tell me."

"Was he..." Minho began, scared to ask, "was he cheating on you?"

"No. No, he wasn't." Thomas sat up from the embrace, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his top. "He's not human."

"Anybody who can break your heart as much as that isn't human."

 Thomas offered a kind smile. He didn't want to accuse Newt of anything if he wasn't sure what he was accusing him of. "I love him, Minho," he admitted. "I love him and I hate him."

"That's how love works, buddy. It ruins you so you can be rebuilt. It's not easy, but it'll get better." Minho helped Thomas under the covers of his bed. "I'll leave you dinner in the fridge. Get some rest, Thomas, you need it. Call me if you need anything."