The One I Love || Newt-TMR

Chapter 31

Newt's P.O.V.

As I wiped the sheen of sweat from my forehead, I noticed a spur of movement in the corner of my eye. I pulled my attention away from the dying tomato shrub for a moment to inspect what caught my eye not even a second earlier, only to realise that it was Rosie. I could tell even from a distance that it was her from the slim, curved figure, and the bright, long hair weightlessly flying in the wind.

She was running fast; away from what, I didn't know yet. No one else seemed to be panicked, so I figured it wasn't anything dangerous. It wasn't two seconds later and I felt my body shift to life as I began to bolt after her. My ankle pained me, and I felt the consequences of my past seethe and burn up my calve as I pushed myself faster and closer towards Rosie.

Seriously Newt? You were Keeper of the Runners, and now you can hardly catch up to someone who has had zero running experience. No wonder Alby didn't want you to be a Runner no more, let alone the Keeper of Runners. He only made you Second in Command because he pities you. You're not a leader to these people; you're useless to them.

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind, and used them to fuel me. I felt called Rosie's name out over and over, yet she never slowed or faltered; she just kept going.

Damn she's fast. No wonder Minho wanted her to be a Runner. I thought as I began to catch up, only simply because Rosie was slowing her pace. She hardly stopped to burst through the doors of the Homestead, probably giving some shank who was standing nearby a bloody heart attack. I was close on her heals, and quickly followed up the stair two at a time just as Rosie had.

By the time I had made it up the stairway, Rosie had already locked herself away in her room. I slowed down to a steady walk as I got closer to her door; my ankle burning with a furious pain that it felt like the ravenous flames of a fire licking up my leg.

I pushed the pain aside as best I could as I lightly knocked on Rosie's door.

"Rosie? It's Newt, please let me in." I called through the door, resting my ear against it to try and listen in.

"No." She stifled a sob. Alarmed, I twisted the cool doorknob and pushed on it, only to find that I couldn't.

The Homestead doesn't have any locks on the bedroom doors. Rosie is blocking it with something. I figured, quickly giving up as I realised it wouldn't budge.

"Rosie, please." I murmured through the door.

"No Newt. I'm not going back out there. They're all monsters." She sniffled. Her words brought a wave of confusion over me.

"Who are? The bloody Gladers? Rosie, if anyone did something to you, I need you to tell me right now." I ordered harshly, not intending for my tone to be so aggressive. But if someone did this to Rosie, they were going to pay.

"No, nothing happened to me. But what about Jack, who's gonna protect him?" Rosie sneered, her voice was low with loathe.

"What about Jack, Rosie?" I asked.

"They're going to banish him. Just like it was nothing. Are you with them Newt? Do you think he should be banished?" Her voice was thick with hatred, and laced with a sly tone. She was testing me; I knew that much, but why? This wasn't the Rosie I knew.

"What Jack did to you is inexcusable. He shouldn't be allowed to waltz around here unpunished like nothing ever happened. He has to be punished, but maybe not so severely; because like I said before, he has no control over his actions during the Changing, and is so not himself. It is only fair that way." I answered truthfully. I never really agreed with a Banishing, unless the crime was irrefutably performed on  an act of intention, and the accused was in full control of themselves.

Rosie stayed silent for a long time, and all I could here was the muffled breathing through the door.

"Rosie?"

"What?" She answered back harshly.

"Will you let me in now, please?" I begged again.

"No. I'm not going back out there ever Newt. I don't want to look them in the eye, knowing that they're okay with sending some poor boy off to die. I am not leaving this room." Rosie refuted. This was strange; Rosie was never like this about anything; so hateful and deceiving. I don't know what happened, but it was like something just snapped inside her, and she was a completely different person.

"Fine. You don't leave this room, then I'm not going to leave this door. If you're not going to come out and eat; then neither will I. If you're not going to sleep, then nor shall I-" I was cut off by the sound of something heavy being dragged along the floor, and the door slowly opening. I refrained the smirk that tried to creep onto my face as I walked into her room. I realised that Rosie had pushed the bed in front of the door earlier, and that's why I couldn't move it,

"Happy?" She huffed, clearly annoyed as she turned around to face me; her face stained with dried tears.

"No. Not until you come outside and get some dinner." I replied stubbornly, resting my hands on my hips. Rosie rolled her eyes, and with an overly loud sigh, she stomped out the room like a five year old having a tantrum.