I could've saved you| tmr

tommy

HEY! so Jax ur request is doneeee and i need yall to know this;

-Thomas was one of the original gladers

-with min min hes keeper of the runners

-ANNA OF IEMAND ANDERS DIE MIJ KENT Jax VROEG ER OM OKAY?? Jax WANTED DETAILS

- this will be a book

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Thomas groaned in pain, Alby kicked his head once more. Gally grinned -at least, as far as Thomas could see- and gave him another kick to the gut.

"Lucky bastard you are, the doors are about to close, slinthead. Tomorrow we expect you to be here again, just like always." Gally gave him a smirk which made Thomas's gut swirl in anxiety. Tomorrow won't be a good day. He groans in pain as answer and they seemed satisfied, bastards.

***

Newt was worried about Thomas. He had a limp again. Newt tried to approach the brunet but he seemed to be very on edge again. Newt had seen when Chuck snuck up behind Thomas yesterday and how he nearly jumped out of his skin. It was obvious the boy had gotten into some trouble. He hadn't limped or flinched like that in over a year. So he decided to follow the boy to his room once everyone is asleep.

"Tommy?"

thud!

"Oh my God! N-Newt."

"Tommy what's going on with you?" Newt said in a harsh whisper.

Instantly panic took over Thomas's features. "Nothing! I swear! Everything is fine!"

Newt sighs softly. As Thomas gets into his bed again, Newt sits next to him before the other can lay down. "Tommy. It's okay. I won't tell another shank."

Thomas shakes his head and it only becomes clear to Newt that there are tears on his cheeks. He hadn't seen Thomas cry since the last Glader died. That was a year ago. He gently wipes them away with his thumb. He doesn't miss how Thomas flinches away from him. He pretends that it doesn't hurt.

"You- You don't understand, N-newt. I... can't... tell you... If-- if I do-- Oh God, if I do..."

"What? If you do tell me, what will happen?"

"Bad things..." Thomas replied vaguely.

"Bannish bad... or Pit bad?"

"You getting hurt bad..." he whispers.

"Tommy--"

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, Tommy," Newt whispered as he gently grabbed ahold of Thomas's defined jawline. Thomas still refused to meet his eyes. Newt frowned and repeated his previous words. Thomas slowly met his eyes, fear and uncertainty swimming in his gorgeous brown orbs.

"Yes?"

"You can tell me."

Tears made their way down Thomas's jaw, continuing a path down his throat. He seemed to hesitate. "Please don't make me--"

"I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"The last person I told and loved died because of it. I don't want you to die..."

Newt pretends not to be taken aback by that statement, so he says; "I'm not going anywhere Tommy. You can tell me. I can look after myself."

"Senna said that too..."

Newt was silent for a few seconds. Senna was a touchy subject. Everyone knew that he and Thomas were a couple. The boy had died in an accident while building the Homestead. Thomas had cried for days. That was over a year ago.

"Tommy, you're my best friend, apart from Minho. You can trust me."

"I know," Thomas muttered softly. Suddenly Newt is aware that he's still holding Thomas's jaw.

"Then trust me," he muttered back. Thomas took a shaky breath.

"...I've been getting... ehm.. beaten up... and other stuff... they said-- they said that if I tell-- tell anyone, they'd hurt you... I'm scared, Newt."

"How long has this been happening?"

"Ever since I came here." Thomas started sobbing.

"That's two years ago."

Newt couldn't help himself, he cupped Thomas's cheeks, caressing them in his palms, thumbs wiping any tear mark there was away. He smiled softly at Thomas and he could see those gorgeous orbs twinkle. After what feels like eons he connected Thomas and his lips. Newt's eyes had fluttered shut. Thomas kissed back for a few seconds, then he pulled back.

Newt opened his eyes to find Thomas's stare directly at him with shock and fear. It's then that Newt understands... 'and other stuff...'

"I'm so sorry Tommy! I- I took advantage of your state and I should've asked--"

***

That night Thomas stared numbly up to his ceiling. Newt had left moments after the kiss. He closed his eyes, praying for no nightmares tonight. He exhales and immediatly knows he did the wrong thing as he feels a caloused hand wrap around his mouth. He shudders at the familiarity.

"You told Newt, huh?" Thomas's eyes snap open. Gally's rough hands pull him upright, Thomas shrieks as he sees Gally shirtless and Alby behind him. He knows what's going to happen.

~~IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE DETAILS SKIP THIS PART~~

Gally ripped off the covers while Alby pinned him face down, Thomas closes his eyes, knowing it's pointless to fight. Gally ripped his trousers and underwear down and Thomas whimpered. Gally's own trousers following after. Without warning he pushed inside Thomas. He bit his lip, trying not to scream out in pain. Hot tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He felt his lip already break under the pressure his teeth put on it. Tears spill as his jaw is snapped open by rough hands while Gally keeps pounding into his already bleeding hole.

He tried to keep from screaming again as Alby's fingers slipped into his throat. Unfortunately he doesn't have a gag reflex. He couldn't help but start sobbing. Gally bit down onto his shoulder. He could feel his skin break. He tried to cry out, but the fingers still in his throat hurt too much to do so. He sobbed again. It hurts... so so much. He could only hope it was going to be over soon... but if the Maze thaught him anything, it's that having hope is the dumbest decision ever.

"This'll teach him not to tell anyone," he heard Alby say before his whole vision went black.

***

Newt was even more worried when the day was almost over, moments before the doors closed, when Minho came back, asking if he had seen Thomas. Newt hadn't.

"He wasn't in the maze, I checked. Did he call in sick or something?"

Newt shakes his head.

"I haven't even seen him leave his ro-" the boys cut themselves off as they raced to Thomas's room. Praying that Thomas just overslept. Yeah.. that he just slept through the entire day, which Thomas never does. They prayed for it.