You Hurt Me~ Newt Fan Fiction ~

~The Confession~

Newt said I should rest. I didn’t want to rest. But he made the MedJacks tie restraints to the bed so I had no choice but to sleep. My body felt numb and tired to the bone. I kept tossing and turning uncomfortably. The restraints digging sharply into my skin that left painful red blotches. My feet were as cold as ice water and my eyes felt like it was a hundred pounds. No matter how much I squeezed my eyes shut, I could not drift off to sleep. The wind was howling loudly and everything was dead silent.  It almost felt...unnatural. I tightened the thin sheets that offered no warmth against the cold air. I looked around the small room spotting bandages and other medical equipment scattered around.

For some reason, I kept thinking of Alby and what he must be thinking and feeling. He must have some remorse and he must feel understandably frightened. I have to admit I felt actually terrified to interact with Alby. The crazed look in his eyes makes my blood boil and my skin sweat. I can imagine his horrifying appearance after Newt handled him. Newt’s actually quite strong. He carried me here, alone. Even though, I am quite small and lightweight.

I heard a door squeak open loudly and my heart literally stopped. My eyes found themselves scanning the room. A dim light cracked through the door, just enough for me to make out huge brown eyes. Newt, probably. He came in quickly, shutting the door quietly behind him. Suddenly, the light flickered on, blinding my eyes. I took a look at the boy and I was honestly surprised. It wasn’t Newt.

An Asian boy with ruffled, black hair and a sassy smile looked at me. He had some kind of gear on. A large, teal protective suit with small pockets for items. He had a set of pearly white teeth – how he managed to sustain those in this harsh condition amuses me. He looked at me for a long time before he cleared his throat.

“Hey- My name’s Minho!” He grinned offering his hand for me to shake. Hesitantly, I accepted. His hands felt rough and warm.

Minho. That name sounds quite familiar to me. 

“Oh Minho- Are you the one with the bow and arrow?” I ask. He nods proudly.

“Thank you so much for saving my life!” I praise smiling.

“You’re welcome... I just wanted to help out ya know?” He smiled standing with his hands on his hips dramatically. I laughed that soon ended up a snort because of his pretended enraged facial expressions.

“And Newt was also very persuasive.” He grinned trying to hide his smile. I furrowed my eyebrows. What does he mean?

Minho saw my confused expression and started doing weird motions with his hands.

“You see- Newt got Alby into a headlock and Newt was struggling to keep him in place- he saw me and demanded me to help him. Of course, me being the sass king, I started denying. Then that shank started threatening to banish me because apparently you ‘can’t get hurt’ but I know that little shuck has a thing for you.” He explained smiling deviously.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Everything was so complicated. I didn’t feel that way about Newt and that was that. But whenever I see him my stomach does painful flips and twists. But I know I don’t like him that way. I can’t. I opened my eyes again to see Minho staring at me expectedly awaiting my answer.

“Minho- You cannot tell Newt this but…” I trailed of taking a huge breath.

“I don’t like him.”