Newt x reader

Chapter Nineteen

You find your bag in your closet and fill it up, clothes, a hairbrush, books, random things. Almost everything you can fit in the bag goes in that you might use, all of this is done listening to your father outside your door, yelling and pounding on the door.

You grab your backpack too, along with the shoulder bag that you've filled up, and slide open your window and push on the screen. It takes a little while, but you figure out how to pop it out semi quietly, but you doubt he is quiet, or sober, enough to hear it. You drop onto the cold grass outside your window and start walking.

You hadn't really planned much else. In fact, you hadn't really planned at all. You just knew you had to get out, for at least tonight.

But where are you going to go? It's not like you have any friends who'd let you crash at their house, but it's not like you had a choice.

You've made it out of your neighborhood now, and you're just walking, not really thinking about your destination.

Sooner or later you are going to have to go back, you realize. You can't just become a hobo without food. So you either have to find a place to stay, or go back. But certainly not tonight.

You eventually walk yourself to the public library, and it seems this is as good a place as any considering you've spent a fair amount of time here, you feel basically at home.

Settling down against the wall of the least busy side of all, you wonder. What are you going to do? You don't have any food, but you don't need much for yourself, you're kind of used to less food, but still you have to survive. You have to go back! And the thought of that is enough to make you cry. You can't go back to that, but what are you supposed to do? You can't see another way out that would cause even more trouble that just dealing with it. That's what you've always had to do, just deal with whatever's come your way. But now you're tired, and you're going to get some sleep.

You pull your jacket out of your bag and put it on, wrapping it tightly around yourself. It's a cold night tonight, so you curl yourself up into a ball against the wall of the library, facing the wall, away from the world, and another tear quietly slips out.