Run (Newt x OC)

Chapter Five

(Author's note: Please make sure you have plenty of water for this chapter)

Helen backed away until her back hit the wooden door. Of course she wasn't supposed to be here but Teresa's words hung in the air like a ghost. She was warning Helen. Warning her that she walked right to her death.

But how could she know? Surely Teresa has no memory as well. Or, since she's in a coma, she's still clinging on to some memories. Whatever those memories were, they sure weren't pleasant ones.

Helen tried to get herself to move, but she can't. She just sort of stood there like a still statue, staring at her sister. Every cell shouted "DANGER" and "RUN" but what will she be running from? A death she doesn't know about. A death she walked into and now forget. But why would her past self do that? Why would she endanger herself when she knew she won't remember it later? Surely she didn't volunteer to enter this maze, that would be suicide.

"Alby! Newt! Somebody!" A voice shouted down below outside.

It was the guy who mentioned she had a paper cut before, the guy she felt like she should remember; every atom at her struggling to remember.

Helen snapped out of her deep thought of déjà vu and ran downstairs, not caring to be gentle anymore.

The ball of Helen's foot hit the bottom floor before hitting into someone. The force pushed her into the person and her nose smushed into his chest. She felt something cold and wet spread on her stomach, and she staggered back to see there was a water stain in her tank top.

Her eyes flickered up to see a distraught Newt, who was taken back slightly. Sense knocked back into him and he walked over and started apologizing.

"Oh my bloody- oh I have klunk for brains. Sorry 'bout that Red- I was going to bring water up to you. I'll get you a new shirt. Say- what happened?" Newt said, and his hazel irises filled with worry and a sense if protection.

"I dunno. I guess I blacked out... Scared, I suppose." Helen said, and she partially felt it wasn't true. She decided to leave the part about Teresa talking in her head out.

"I was so shucking scared I..." Newt stumbled in his words, and his eyes found mine. Some kind of understanding passed through us, something undeniably strong as a fibre in a rope. Something so small that entwines around each other, always together. Something clicked, and without thinking, Newt leaned down and his lips lightly brushed Helen's.

Almost immediately Helen stood up on the tips of her toes and made their kiss deeper. Her tongue slipped into the peak of Newt's mouth, and Newt felt the heat and he bit down on Helen's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Helen agreed and opened her mouth slightly, and Newt explored Helen's mouth.

Newt tasted like mint and freshness, and Helen being so close to him breathed him all in. So much freshness, so much... Newt.

Helen smirked against his lips and decided to spice it up. She bit on Newt's lips, making him groan. Helen didn't realize her hands were under Newt's shirt and tracing her fingers up to his neck until Newt dragged the heated moment in a closet.

Helen was against a wall, her legs wrapped around Newt's, and Newt is supporting them by putting his hands on the wall. Newt's lips danced from her cheeks to her neck, and he nipped and sucked and made Helen feel euphoric. She gasped and she tightened her legs around Newt's legs, and it made Newt more confident in kissing with more passion.

The whole time one word filled Helen's mind.

Newt. Newt. Newt. Newt.

She wanted to stay forever in his embrace, and a part of her screamed at her. She's making out with a guy he saw only yesterday! But yet, she's here, and no regret filled her veins.