Newton's Law ||Newt fanfiction||

Prologue

I want to say that it started off in a quaint little town in a modest yet cute bungalow with flowers in the garden and a perfectly trimmed lawn. And at the end of every day I would walk home and be greeted by my smiling mother Debbie who would offer me cookie's, with my dad named Mark who would get me everything I asked for. I'd have a cute little puppy named Scout, and my kind older brother named Brad who would protect me from everything and everyone. But if I did, then the truth would never be known, and the tangle of lies my life was caught up in would just get bigger and bigger until it consumed me into insanity. My story does not start in this fantasy world I call normality, it starts off in my father's office. I never liked being anywhere near my father's work, mainly for the fact that it disturbed me in every way that anything could, but also because they tended to stare. All of them. And if you're wonder who "them" is, you really shouldn't, because you really wouldn't want to know a single thing about the horrible, rude, and twisted people that my father happened to work with.

On this particular day that my father called me into his office I happened to be all the way on the other side of town shopping for a semi-formal dress, and since I had my car rear-ended the day prior I had to take the bus half way and walk the rest. When I started my second leg of the journey I had walked past a coffee shop which was just calling for me to get a frappachino. No matter how hard I had tried not to go in because if I was late to meet with my father, unimaginable things would happen, but against my better judgment I waltzed right into the coffee shop. When I got to the counter I could immediately tell that my face went a bright crimson red upon seeing the guy behind the register. This man was magnificently gorgeous. His hair was a reddish shade of blonde, and he had deep brown eyes that reminded me of chocolate. I could've sworn I was drooling. But before I could make a complete and utter fool of myself, I quickly sputtered out my order. As soon as I did a breathtaking smile spread across his gorgeous face as he spoke, "What's your name, love?" I couldn't believe my ears as I heard his swoon worthy British accent. After I took a moment to gather myself I finally squeaked out, "Leo."  before quickly looking away in embarrassment as he wrote on my cup. I haphazardly played with the frayed ends of my sweater sleeves as I waited for a couple minutes at one side of the counter for my name to be called. When my name was finally called I walked over to the person who held it. To my extreme luck, if that is what it was, the boy who was at the cash register held my beverage before me. As I grabbed my drink my cold fingers lightly brushed against his warm ones, and to my dismay, I felt a blush creep it's way up my neck. Setting the drink down, I reached for my wallet, but before I could pull it out I heard the handsome teen speak, "No worries, love." That gorgeous smile of his broke out across his flawless face, "It's on the house." Upon hearing those words, a wide uncontrollable grin spread across my face from ear to ear. Picking up my coffee, I gently bit my lip before I spoke, "Thank you." after those few words I regrettably turned on my heels and left the coffee shop, a permanent smile gracing my lips as I looked at the words he wrote on my cup, Leo, you're beautiful.

Ever since that fateful day I repeatedly went to that little coffee shop just to see him. Just to catch his ever so amazing chocolate eyes. I had gone there so frequently that one lovely May morning he came up to me as I sat at my lone table and asked me on a date, and without hesitation I gladly accepted his offer. I kept our first date a secret from my father, as well as our second, third, fourth, and every date that came after. By early July we became a couple, and I was seriously floating on cloud 9. But of course, every good thing has an end. And in his and I's case, that end came on Halloween of that same year. A bunch of men had grabbed him as we were walking down the street, I tried to grab his hand, but I couldn't, and they dragged him away regardless of our infinite protests. The last thing I ever heard him say to me was, "Leo, I love you, and I will find a way back to you." The last thing I said to him was, "I'll always love you, darling." Before they shoved him into the back seat of a black van, and hit me over the head, knocking me unconscious. The last thing I saw before my vision went completely black was the faint etchings of the logo of the company my parents owned.

I was never the same after that incident. All I did was lock myself in my room and cry myself to sleep. I refused to eat, to go to school, to do anything. All I ever did was cry. This went on for several painstakingly long months. My heart was so broken that not even my favourite things would be considered to cheer me up. My depression ran so deep that on numerous occasions I considered killing myself, but then I came to the realisation that he, alive or dead, wouldn't want me to do such a thing. So I stuck it out for him. I survived because of him. I vowed on my love for him to never cause any pain to anyone.

But boy, was I forced to be oh so wrong.