The One - Newt x Reader Book 1

Chapter 6

Y/n's P.O.V.

The two boys both made good points. Jeff was about to say something when the older guy on the table shot up and lunged at Thomas. 

He was yelling things like "You did this!" and "This is your fault!"
   

Newt ran forward and grabbed the dark skinned boy. 

"Alby! Calm down! Get off of him!"

The boys tried to pry Alby off of Thomas. Once they got him mostly off, Thomas yelled for somebody to get the syringe.

Teresa took one of them and slammed it into Alby's chest. This caused him to slowly fall asleep, which really helped Newt and Thomas to get him back on the table. "Well that worked," Thomas mumbled. 

"Okay. From now on, someone stays here and watches him- around the clock," Newt said, breathing heavily.

"Hey, sundown Greenie. Time to go," we heard a voice say. I turned and saw a guy standing in the doorway. It was the angry-looking guy from earlier - the one who had been hit in the face. If the ambiance hadn't have been so somber, I would've smiled at the memory. He quickly turned and walked out. Thomas followed him away from the hut.

We made sure that Alby would be fine and then left the hut. It was getting late, so Newt took us to get our hammocks. We grabbed two and followed Newt.
   

"Y/n, you'll be in between me and Minho. Teresa will be on the other side of Minho next to Winston. We need to make sure nobody tries anything on you two, good that?" Newt said as we walked. 

We both mumbled a "yes."

We finally reached a place where several hammocks were set up. 

"These are mostly keepers' hammocks, it's where you'll be the safest," he explained. We nodded and started setting up our hammocks. 

   After this, Newt finished our tour.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I looked on my left to Minho and saw him sleeping soundly.
I looked over to my right and saw Newt, who was also asleep. I watched his chest rise and fall evenly as he breathed. 

All day he looked really stressed, but when he slept he looked... peaceful. Like everything was right in the world. I fell asleep watching his steady breathing.

I woke up that morning and nobody was sleeping anymore. I went to the place we had gone for dinner the night before, but there was nobody there. 

I then walked past the gardens, the homestead, and to the watch tower. I didn't see anybody anywhere! It was like they had disappeared. 

All of them.

I climbed the ladder of the watch tower and looked around. The Glade was empty! 

"Newt?" I called out his name. The only thing I heard was the echo of my voice. "Teresa? Thomas? Minho? Somebody?" 

But nobody was there. 

Where had they gone?

And that was when I heard it. 

The angry, heavy breathing. I turned and saw Alby. He was staring at me like I was the most evil person in the world. Just like he did before he . . . attacked Thomas . . . 

Oh no.

I turned and ran to the ladder, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back. I twisted and I kicked and I swung my fists, doing anything to get away from his tight grip. 

I managed to get a good swing in his groin. 

Bingo! 

He fell to the ground and groaned. I took this as my opportunity to run. I made it about halfway down the ladder until he jumped right on top of me, sending us both to the dirt.

I screamed as I fell. When I hit the ground, Alby followed suit. 

When he fell on top of me, I felt the air being pulled out of my lungs.

"Alby!" I gasped. 

He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed. I was already suffocating, but now I knew I was going to die. 

"This is all your fault! You shouldn't be here!" He screamed as I slowly lost consciousness.

All I heard were Alby's shouts as the world faded to black.