The Maze Runner Imagines: Newt (Thomas Brodie Sangster) Book 2

Big Sister

I was kinda nervous as I sat on my bed. I had tried to ignore it but these things can't be swept under the rug as much as dad would like them to be. They were fighting but that was pretty normal now, dad had been working every hour he could trying to get his work more funding from the company but it wasn't going well, he hadn't been around much lately and I think that didn't help things.

My big brother has been a little reckless lately sneaking out and getting into a lot of trouble.

I was honestly worried about him honestly Whenever he wasn't sneaking out with his friends he often would be locked in his room doing bad things. I know he's been struggling a lot and didn't help dad pull him out of the therapy he's been in since he was fourteen. Dad eventually gave up for today and went to work, I waited a while before nervously going downstairs where newt stood in his usual jeans, brown boots, and long stained grey hoodie he was making himself a glass of orange juice and I quickly noticed the toilet roll around his ear

"Hey newt," I smiled

"What do you want Sonya?" He sighed

"Just wanted some juice" I said so he grabbed a cup and poured me my own "what did you do to your ear?"

"What do you care?"

'"just curious"

"Tried piercing it. It didn't go well"

"What did you use?"

"Needle?"

"Your a dumb ass"

"I know."

"You want help cleaning it up?"

"Sure" he sighed we took our juice and went up to my room I let him sit on the stool and I peeled the layers of bloody toilet roll from his ear having to pick some off with tweezers given it had stuck to him so badly, I cleaned his ear up and made sure to rinse it with some cleaning solution giving him a little bandage

"There, look after it" I told him

"Thanks Sonya"

"Your welcome. What's been up you and dad's ass lately anyway?"

"It's complicated"

"You know you can tell me anything newt. I'm not gonna tell on you"

"Yeah, look how well that worked last time" he says going to leave but I held his arm

"Newt I had to. You can tell me anything, our secrets but I wasn't going to keep quiet to dad about you hurting yourself"

"And you wonder why I don't tell you things" he snapped leaving and going back to his own room slamming the door.

I was careful and slow mostly because I know I'd hurt him, but I did my best to just make moments to spend with him. He is my brother after all. I made sure we had a conversation everyday even if it was just about milk? Or class? Or laundry? Anything at all just to make sure he felt he could talk to me like he had an opening if he wanted to talk about anything bothering him. And eventually it became routine that we'd sit together in my room and chat about things mostly unimportant but the odd thing would stumble in of importance.

"What is his problem?"

"I don't know. He just doesn't like Tommy" he sighed sitting on my bed often texting on his phone

"I mean he's kinda dumb" I laughed sitting doing my skincare with my hairband in my hair

"He is. But hes fun" he shrugs

"Newt? Do you... like Tommy?"

"...... Honestly?"

"Yeah"