Mr. Cure ~ Thomas x reader x Newt (book 3)

Part 12: Rain

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We ran up the mountain, the last thing I seen before the door close was Janson, Ava and Teresa.

She betrayed us.

Then, they took off.
Leaving us alone, broken. Left with nothing.
This was all her fault.

I was afraid this would happen.
I wouldn't have caused it, all they needed was her.
She fed them a plan, she gave them our location.

She ruined us.

And for what? A hopeless cure.

Brenda makes it up the hill,

"Did they make it?!" I ask frantically,

"Who?"

"His kids? Suki and Chuck? They had to have~"

She shakes her head, No.

"They're~" I couldn't finish my sentence.

They were gone but not like Minho was gone.
They were really gone, Forever.

I look to the rest of them, a sad look on each and every one of there faces showed, nobody said a word.

Thomas could read me like a book, he hugged me, held me tight, whispered reassuring words in my ear. My thoughts raced, no matter what I thought;
It always came back to Minho.

I cried for him, his wife, his children, his family.

Our family.

"We have to go." Brenda whispered.

She betrayed her, she betrayed me.

She betrayed her own god damn brother.

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Gently I push him away, gathering myself. I have to be strong, no matter what,
I'll do what I have to in order to get him back.

Back to the mountains.

We'd all hop in the car they called Bertha. Jorge, Fry, Brenda, Gally, Newt, Thomas and myself.

We run to the vehicle, getting in as fast as we could, hopping in any seat, myself next to Thomas. Newt next to him. Gally and Brenda in the back, Fry in the front passenger seat. Jorge was the driver, as always.

I turn around as Jorge speeds off,

"You okay?" I ask Brenda,

She nods, then a tear escapes.
I didn't want to make her feel sad. I felt bad for her.

Brenda trusted Teresa. She loved her.

I never did trust her per say, I tolerated her.

Thomas felt that blood meant family,
long story short,
It doesn't.

Minho didn't like her, he lived amongst her.

Gally, He didn't care for her.

Frypan was a fool, he thought she was a part of us.

Jorge, well he hadn't learned much yet.
Now he knows.

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Tears fall from my eyes. Not because I was sad, because of how I felt, sick to my stomach.

"Tommy?"

He looks at me, noticing my tears,
he wipes them away.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks,

"I don't feel so good, I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Jorge! Stop the car!" He responds quickly,

"What! No."

"Do you want her to puke in your damn car or not!?"

He pushes the breaks abruptly, causing me to be pushed forward, hitting the seat.

Immediately I jump out of the vehicle.

I couldn't hold it any longer, I threw up. On the side of the road, in the grass. Of course Thomas was quickly at my side, holding my hair behind my head.

In between hurling my guts out, I spoke,
"Please, Thomas, go wait." I pause to throw up again.
He rubs my back gently,
"In the car." I finish, wiping my mouth.

"I'm not leaving you. Feel better now?"

"Much, other than my breath smelling like vomit."

"I'd still kiss you." He teases,

"You're gross." I joke. Letting out a quiet laugh.

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