Newt imagines 2

Midnight adrenaline

Sorry it's taken me so long to finish this one! It's a lot darker than I was intending it to go, but hey ho. So there are trigger warnings for sexual assault stuff, which if you aren't comfortable with don't read. Thank you so much for all the comments and votes guys - can't believe I've got 2,000 votes on my first Newt imagines story! Thank you all!

I was walking up the stairs in the homestead, blowing into my cupped hands as I tried helplessly to straighten out my white fingers. I paused and looked down the hall. No! It couldn't be?! I stepped closer to the man ignoring the guard holding his chain firmly. Newt turned to me his face looking better. He cocked me a disapproving look.
I juted my chin at him, really wanting to pull his lanky body into mine, and hold him until our skin merged into one. "Did you read the silver book?" I say, trying to subtly bring up the letter.
He nodded. "Yes, good read." He smiled at it, I could imagine what it meant to him, a letter of courage from his best friend, it seemed to have sparked something in his eyes. "Who did you want to win the girl?" Newt asked.
I frowned, the girl? Was that really necessary. "I don't think a girl should have to be won."
He glared his eyes larger at me.
"I never chose a side, just enjoyed the book."
Newt shook his head, his jaw clenching. "We all have to pick a side at some point, you can't help it."
I shook my head. "I pick the side that wins then." And walked back off to my room, I struggled to read that night, my mind alight with him. I couldn't stop thinking of him. His cheeky little smirk, and that one hopeless strand of hair that always fell in his face. He was gorgeous, even after having lived in the pits.

I was getting changed in my room, ready to go to bed when I heard a creaking floor board behind me. I clutched my top to my almost bare chest, and snapped at the person. "Get out!"
James just lurked in the doorway, he looked animalistic, like the human had been sucked out of him. I swallowed hard, my mouth sapped dry, and my knees shaking. "I'm getting changed, get out!"
James shook his head. "Take it off." I gulped, I was literally standing here in my bra and trousers, a top hiding my chest.
"James!" I warned. "I'll scream!"
He didn't seem to care, his eyes scanning me over hungrily. He moved in, sticking a chair under the door handle.

I hugged my knees, tears streaming down my legs soaking the matress. In front of me was the patch of my blood on the sheets from last night. I sobbed, pulling at my hair till the strands tore out of their sockets. I could still feel his hands on my wrist, see the look in his eyes. I rubbed my arms hoping I would warm up a little, I felt so cold, like I had been stuck in the Antarctic naked, my limbs covered in goosebumps and numb.
I didn't want to sit in my window sill anymore, I didn't want to read my books, I wanted to sleep and forget, but horrible things called nightmares wouldn't let me. I choked on my own tears. What had I done wrong?

Nothing! I hadn't pushed any of his rules! He was a barstard who prayed on the weak! He was the evil in the glade! Not the grievers!

I pulled myself up, my legs still sore and stiff. Each step was as painful as walking on glass, I pulled some clothes on and left the homestead, knowing James had been too triumphant to lock the door. I slipped my way down the corridor and to the end room, I pushed open the door. Sleeping in the bed greedily was the devil, his belly full... of my innocence. On his chair was his trousers and attached to the belt was the keys, I wrapped the keys in his trousers so they didn't clatter and left, wishing I had something to stab him with.

I stormed over to the hammocks where Jeff, Frypan and Zart and the others lay. I carried my torch like it was my raging soul. The cold night air couldn't touch me, I was on a mission, I had to forget what had happened for now.
They all stirred at the sudden light. "Wake up!" I snapped, tossing some of the keys to the pits at them. "We do it tonight!" I marched off leaving them to fix themselves. I glimsped zart and Frypan running off to the slammer, they needed to retrive Alby if we were to succeed.
I marched my way to the pits, unlocking Minho's door and leaving it left open. I unlocked Newt's, hearing the boy's chains as I descended into the pit. He must think I'm a builder, off to take him for a beating. He stepped out when he saw my small petite figure. "Y/n? What? How?" I held up the key to his shackles. His eyes flashed happily, and he extended His hands. He rubbed his wrists drawing them close to him, I had only glimpsed the dried blood on them, undoubtedly they would scar badly.
He made for the ladder and then paused. "What changed your mind?"
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face still. He came closer, unsure what to do, he clasped my shoulder, I flinched and he let go. "What did he do to you?"
I gulped. "It doesn't matter."
"Y/n!" Newt said sternly, he looked down at my wrists, the bruising the shape of fingers... his eyes grew as he understood. "He didn't?"
"Get up the ladder Newt!"
Newt looked to the ladder. "I'm going to kill him."
I followed up after him, passing him more keys, Minho struggling to untie his hands. "No." I said so powerfully, that Minho backed off. "I get to kill him."
Minho frowned. "What happened to you?"