Sonder - Newt TMR

As I stood there, with Newt's arm pressed over my chest, pushing me behind him, I thought for a moment.

I looked around at Frypan, Winston, and Minho.

In reality, it made me feel a weird sort of sense the way they stared at me, waiting for my explanation.

It wasn't so much of an 'i'm going to rip your head off', type of look...

It was more of a... 'tell us what you know before we rip your head off,' type of look.

but... were they really going to do anything if I didn't tell them?

I mean, I did live with all of them for three years... and none of them ever tried anything.

Besides, they could 'torture' me allllllll they want, them and I both know my stubbornness will win...

Every.

fucking.

time.

"You boys have something to say?" I asked with a cocky smile plastered across my lips, as I pushed past Newt's grasp.

"What the hell was that all about?" Minho asked me in a sterner voice than normal, as his strong arms still remained crossed over his chest.

"Yeah, and where are they going? Why did they want you to go with them?" Winston chimed in, as he seemed to step forward a bit.

"Right now, those questions are going to remain unanswered until they return." I stood my ground, as I now stepped forward again.

I wasn't going to give into pressure that easily.

I mean, come on... give me more credit than that.

I could hear Newt let out a frustrated sigh at my stubborn responses.

Minho's eyes glanced up at Newt for a quick second, before they floated back down to me.

"Oh, yeah?" Minho questioned me, as he adjusted his posture a bit, standing taller.

"Yeah." I followed his demeanor, as I spoke sharply, "Or what? what the hell are you guys going to do if I don't tell you? Tie me up with a bed sheet and hang me upside down? I don't want to way until we know for sure."

My mocking tone had seemed to fade into a soft spoken voice by the end, as I thought of all of those bodies on those carts being pushed into that room.

I could feel my facial expression drop, as I stepped back a bit.

And suddenly, the terrible, sickening feeling flooded back into my chest, as the memories of lifeless Chuck and Gally were in front of my eyes again.

God, I hope those kids on those carts weren't dead.

"Hey, you alright?" Newt stepped in front of me again, this time facing me.

Though, Newt stood about four inches taller than me, my eyes were looking down now at our feet.

"Know what for sure?" Frypan asked in a confused tone.

"If they were alive." I managed to say.

The room went silent.

"Come on." Newt said at almost a whisper, as he grabbed my arm gently and he pulled me back into the bathroom again.

My legs felt like jello as I stumbled behind him.

Newt closed the door behind us, as I took in a deep breath.