The Boy In The Box (Newtmas au)

Chapter 2

Newt's POV

"Ouch", Thomas mumbled. "Sit still", I tell him while I push a wet cloth against his bloodied lip. The bruise on his jaw is getting really purple and I'm scared to see what it looks like tomorrow. I ask the brown haired boy: "So tell me, what happened there?" The man with the bad boy attitude looks at me and answers: "I told you before: I can't tell you. For fucks sake, I don't even know you, why would I tell you?" 

I'm a little shocked at his answer, but on the other hand, I didn't really expect an answer. Instead I ask: "Then, tell me about yourself." Thomas looks at me but keeps quiet. I look in his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion behind them, but all I see is a wall. A thick wall hiding every emotion inside of him. I hesitate a bit before saying: "Okay then. I'll go first. My name is Newt Isaacs. I am twenty-five years old. I bought this place by myself live here on my own. I was born in England, but my family moved here when I was six. They are back in England now, but I still live here. I had two best friends, but both of them are gone now." I swallow hard while saying the last part.

It surprises me how fast I opened up to this stranger whom I know nothing of but his name. I find Thomas studying my face. I feel like he can see right through me. However, the wall behind his eyes block me from seeing through him. I realise that I want to know so much more about this boy. If only he let me.

After I finish taking care of his face, I awkwardly cough. "Uh, can I see, uh... can I see your back and your stomach... for the bruise, you know." Thomas answers by taking his shirt of. Oh my god. He's beautiful. Dark veins run up his arms to his huge  biceps. His chest looks very strong and, holy shuck, those abs. Those incredible abs. He could be a bloody model if it wasn't for the large bruise on his stomach and his lower back.

I feel my cheeks heat up. Control yourself, Newt. You need to control yourself. Clean up the bruises. Don't  look at his smoking hot body. "Uh," I stammer, "I-I... I'm just going to get another ice pack." I quickly run away towards the bathroom and look into the mirror. My face is blushing bright red. I splash some water in it to cool down.

"Oh my god", are the only words I can bring out. I have to calm down, otherwise this could become very awkward. Calm down, Newt. Calm. I quickly run to the kitchen to get the ice pack and find Thomas looking around the living room. 

"Here you go", I tell him. 

"Thanks", he replies. An awkward silence fills the room. He looks in my eyes, but I look away. I can't look at him, knowing he can see right through my soul, while I don't know a single thing about him. To break the silence, I ask: "Do you want to eat something? Or drink something?" The brown haired boy asks: "Do you have tea?" I nod and go to the kitchen to make some tea. What should I say to him? How can I talk to this person without knowing anything about him.

I hand him the tea and he takes a sip. "This is really good tea."

"It's English", I state the obvious.

"Newt," Thomas says, "thanks for doing this. All of this. I'm really thankful for this." For the first time since I met him earlier, I hear a hint of sympathy in his voice. He really means it. I smile at him.

"I told you before: I couldn't leave you there. It wouldn't have ended well if you would lay there alone in that condition." He looks at me, reminded of the events earlier tonight, and the walls are becoming more prominent again. All of the sympathy I saw just seconds ago is replaced by the resting frown on his face.

"If you want, you can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch." Thomas looks at me and says: "No. No. That is too much. I'll sleep on the couch." I give him a questioning look, but he nods to say he's sure. I say: "Okay, then. It has been a tough day for the both of us, I guess, so it's time to sleep." I bring him a pillow and a blanket and tell him goodnight.

I get ready to go to bed myself. I undress and crawl in bed. My mind runs over the events of the day. Minho leaving, the club... It all seems so distant. I can hardly believe it was today. Yesterday I was fine. This morning I was sad. When Minho stepped on the airplane, I was devastated. I was scared when I stumbled upon the two men in the alley.

But now... oh boy. Ever since I met the dark haired guy called Thomas Greene, something twitched inside of me. Something so powerful, I can't really grasp what it is. Something about this mysterious man intrigues me. Normally, I would run away, but this time, it's different. Everything he does, every word he says, he makes me want to know more about him. I want to know the secrets that hide behind those brown eyes.

I can't seem to fall asleep. My thoughts keep going to that dark alley. What was happening there? Why was the bald man threatening Thomas? What did Thomas do to have that man threatening him? Why won't Thomas tell him anything? How could I get in that situation? But most of all, what will happen in the morning?

The only way to find out is to sleep. Eventually sleep comes, and it consumes me in a thick darkness. A deep darkness filled with dreams about mysterious brown eyes and no words. Just the brown haired boy with the leather jacket.