You slowly peel your eyes open, and a soft light comes in through the window of your hut. You sit up and stretch your arms above your head, but the gesture makes you cringe in pain. You lift your shirt up a little bit to see that the bruises on your stomach had gotten even worse over night.

Ugh, you think to yourself. Just be ready for it tonight, you say in your head. Wait a minute. Be ready. You quickly leap out of your bed, and run out the door. Thankfully the guy your looking for happens to be walking out of the homestead, so you run up to him.

"Newt. I know how we can get the others to believe me," you tell him, and he looks at you curiously. "Here, come on," you tell him while grabbing his hand, and pulling him behind the homestead, so no one will hear.

"When Michael drags me into the deadheads tonight, you get Alby there. Follow us. You gotta make sure Alby sees Michael," you explain to him.

"No. No I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm not just gonna watch him beat you willingly. No that's not happening," Newt tells you, and crosses his arms.

"Newt it's the only way to get them to believe me. You heard Alby. I need proof of what Michaels doing, and this is the only way," you try to reason with him.

Newt turns away from you, and runs his hands through his hair profusely, obviously agitated.

After a minute of hearing him mumble things under his breath, you put and hand on his shoulder. He turns around to face you, and you wrap your arms around his neck gently.

"It's going to be fine," you whisper to him. "It's just one more punch. It's not gonna make it any worse, and I would rather take one more hit, and then it all ends."

He lets out a breath of air, as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours, obviously giving in.

"I don't want anything to happen to you," he whispers, his hot breath against your face.

"I promise nothing will," you whisper back. You stair into each other's eyes for a minute before Newt leans down a little further, closing the gap.

You melted into the kiss. Your hands ran through his hair, and his ran down the sides of your body, stopping on your waist. He was still being very careful of your bruises, and the thought made you smile. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, but still full of passion that sent shockwaves through your body every time your lips moved against his.

You jumped away from him when you heard Alby call for Newt, and looked at him with an almost pleading expression. After a minute, he slowly nodded his head. You walked back up to him and gave him one more quick kiss before walking out from behind the homestead, and towards the fields.

Your whole day consisted of worried looks from Newt, and the feeling of being nauseous. You don't know why, but you were worried about tonight. You knew the routine. Michael drags you away to the deadheads. Beats the living shit outta you. Leaves you there. You get up a half hour later to drag yourself back to your hut because it's to late for dinner, and your exhausted.

But something about tonight worried you. It was like that feeling when you felt like something was watching you, but you were the only person for a mile around. You ignored it. It's just one more time, you tell yourself. One more punch, and it's all over.

Unfortunately the more you told yourself it would be ok, the more you worried. It was about thirty minutes till dinner, and you went to go check with Newt that he would get Alby over there.

You stepped away from your work, sneaking away from Zart, and went to go find Newt. After a while of searching, you found him leaning against the back wall of the slammer, running his fingers through his hair again. You walk over to him, and he looks up at you.

"Hey. Are you ok?" You ask him in a soft voice.

"I just- I mean- aww damnit! I don't want to do this (Y/n)," he snaps.

Your a bit taken aback by his tone, but when he puts his face in his hands, gripping his hair as if he's about to rip it out, you take a deep breath. Your arms wrap around his torso, and you rest your head on his shoulder. You didn't think about how hard this would be for him. Your used to getting beaten up, but he isn't, so he's even more scared than you are.

"It's gonna be ok," you keep whispering in his ear until he returns the gesture, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. Your stomach clenches from the pressure, but you just hold onto him, never wanting to let go. You stand like that for about twenty minutes, until you pull away.

"Everyone should be at dinner in about five minutes, so I should probably get back over to the gardens. Just promise me that whatever happens, you'll get Alby down to the deadheads," you say looking into his eyes. Newt takes a deep breath before closing his eyes and nodding.

"It will be ok," you mumble against his lips one more time before giving him a soft kiss. You pull away quickly, and walk back to the gardens.

When you get there, Zart yells at you from across the field.

"I hope you know you still need to do your work," he shouts. You know it's not an angry shout, he's just telling you that you still need to finish your section for the day. You hold a thumbs up in the air, and Zart returns it, turning back around to get back to work.

You kneel down, and pick through the ground for weeds. After a few minutes, Zart walks off to dinner, leaving you there on your own.

Just as expected, Michael comes over to you and pulls you to your feet by your wrist. "Your gonna pay for that little stunt from last night you little shit," he snaps, already dragging you off to the deadheads.

You just cross your fingers that Newt and Alby are there.

When you get to the deadheads, Michael spins around and punches you in the eye. You fall to your knees, holding your hands to your face.

"Your gonna regret that," I tell him, while looking up at him through one eye.

"Oh ya? I highly doubt that. It's not like anyone believes you," he retorts.

He kicks you in the stomach, and you roll onto the ground, clutching it. Your body is sent into gut wrenching coughs, each one worse than the last.

"Who's gonna stop me," he tells you, and you start wondering where Newt and Alby are.

Your thoughts are cut off by a sharp pain in your ribs from him kicking you again. You scream in pain, and Michael just laughs. He then picks you up, despite your protests because of the pain in your ribs, and grabs your throat.

In one quick motion, he pins you up to a tree like that, you dangling from his hands around your throat. You're choking, your hands claw at his arms, and your legs flailing, but your too weak.

Newt please hurry.

Newts POV

I ran into the kitchens when I saw Michael grab (Y/n). I looked around frantically to find Alby. When I spotted him in the back corner with a few other Gladers, I ran over to him, stumbling past all of the boys in my way.

"Alby!" This got his attention. Once I reached him, I start talking frantically. "Alby! We gotta get to the deadheads! It's (Y/n) and Michael!"

He looked at me like I was crazy, but then turned back to his conversation. My face shows complete shock, but I'm not giving up.

"Alby!" I shout at him again, and he turns towards me and glares.

"What do you want Newt! I know Michael didn't drag (Y/n) to the deadheads, so what the hell is your problem!" He yells at me.

"I already told you! I saw Michael drag (Y/n) to the deadheads!" I practically scream in his face.

"Your about to land your sorry ass in the slammer," Alby threatens. "I gave you the position of Second-in-Command, and I can take it away just as easily!"

Then I got an idea. I might regret it in the near future, but it was the only solution for now. I raised my fist, and connected it with his jaw. I then took off running as fast as I could.

I scrambled through the tables of boys, no one trying to stop me, and once I got to the door, I glanced back to make sure he was following me. Not only was he chasing after me, but so were Winston and Minho. Ok at least now more people will believe her.

I didn't stop running. I knew I wasn't as fast as Minho or Alby, but I just hoped they didn't catch up to me. I got them about halfway to the deadheads when Minho came running up next to me.

"What are you doing you dumb shank," he scolded me.

"We need to get Alby to the deadheads. I really did see Michael drag her over there," I told him honestly. He looked at me skeptically for a second before nodding his head. He ran along side me, with Alby and Winston shouting for him to grab me, but he ignored their demands.

Once we got to the deadheads, my heart stopped. We were to late. Michael had (Y/n) pinned up against a tree by her throat, and she wasn't moving. When Minho saw this, Alby and Winston ran up next to us, seeing Michael and (Y/n).

"Get your shucking hands off her," Minho screams and charges at Michael. Alby and Winston run after him, but then Michael does something that made me want to scream. He let go of her limp body, letting it fall to the ground with a thump. As if it just appeared there, he pulls a knife from his back pocket, leaning down to hold it to her throat.

"Stay back," Michael threatens, and Minho stumbles to a stop. "Get back!" He shouts again when he sees Winston take a few steps towards him and (Y/n).

"Michael, let her go," Alby tells him in a strong tone while holding an arm out as if to say 'calm down'.

"Not gonna happen Alby. She's just making our lives harder. We need to get rid of her," Michael tells them, and that's when I come up with an idea. I was still hidden behind some bushes, so Michael hadn't seen me yet.

I started sneaking out from behind the bush, and around a hill. I can hear what Michael is saying, but I just ignore his comments, hoping that he keeps talking so he won't hear me.

Suddenly I hear short gasping breaths. I peek over the hill to see that (Y/n)s conscious, but she doesn't seem to know what's going on. She starts breathing even harder when she sees Michael standing over her with a knife.

"Michael let me go please," she sobs, a sound that makes me want to break down.

"Shut up!" He screams at her while readjusting to knife. She just keeps crying, and it makes me want to do a few things. 1) Punch Michael for making her cry 2) Punch Michael for hurting her 3) Punch Michael for putting her through this. I just really want to punch him.

I crawl to a bush that is about ten feet behind him, and I look forward to where Alby, Minho, and Winston can see me. I make a little hand gesture to make sure they keep him talking. Alby nods, and thankfully Michael doesn't notice.

(Y/n)s still struggling, sliding her legs around like she's trying to move away from him, and trying to grab Michaels arm that has the knife. Her sobs turn to hiccups and deep breaths as I come closer. She still has no idea that I'm trying to help her, and I'm worried what she's thinking of me right now.

He keeps rambling on, holding onto (Y/n)s squirming body as I sneak closer to him. Once I get about five feet from him, I look at Minho, and he seems to somehow understand what I want without me telling him.

I stand behind him and shout, "Michael!" His head whips around towards me, but meets my fist. I punch him so hard, that he rolls onto his side, and Minho and Alby run up to pin him to the ground.

I scramble to (Y/n), and pick her head up in my lap. She seems to be a shade paler then normal, but she looks up at me while panting. I look to see her throat has a cut along it from Michaels knife for pressing it so hard, and she has thick black bruises covering her neck.

"Newt?" She asks in a raspy voice.

"Ya. Ya it's me. I'm here. I'm so sorry (Y/n)," I say as I lift her further into my lap, and bring my forehead down to meet hers. She just keeps panting and wheezing as I hold her in my arms.

Suddenly I realize that I can't hear anything else. I don't hear Minho or Albys voices, and Winston is nowhere to be found. When I lift my head up, I see a large shadow in front of me, but it's standing up. My head turns so quickly that I probably could have gotten whiplash, and I see Michael standing over us, holding the knife up.

"No," I scream, and I roll over out of his reach as he slams the knife down towards us, taking (Y/n) with me. He just comes back at us, and this time when I try to stand up while carrying (Y/n), his knife goes into my arm. I scream in pain as he pulls the knife out, and my arm goes limp at my side.

"Newt," (Y/n) screams as loudly as possible, but I can't do anything to protect her.

(Y/n) POV

When Michael stabs the knife into Newts arm you scream, hoping someone would hear you, but no one comes. Michael drags your weak body away from Newt, and pins you to the tree by your throat again. You struggle as much as possible, but you don't make much of an impact on him.

You start seeing stars, and your arms give up, hanging limply at your sides. A few wheezy gasps leave your mouth, but nothing else. When your sure your dead, the pressure on your throat is lifted, and you tumble to the ground coughing.

You hear a bunch of boys voices, and you feel arms picking you up, and rolling you to your side. Your still gasping for air when you feel your body being picked up and laid back down on what feels like a stretcher.

"We gotta get her to the medhut," someone screams.

"W-Wait," I whisper in a hoarse voice. "N-Newt," you whisper again with half lidded eyes, not being able to focus on anything.

"Don't worry. He's gonna be fine. Just sleep," a voice tells you.

"No Newt," you say again, fighting back the urge to fall asleep.

"Don't worry love. I'm right here," a different voice tells you this time. "I'll be here when you wake up. Just sleep. It's gonna be ok," he tells you while grabbing your hand. And then the darkness becomes to powerful, and sleep overtakes you.

Time Skip

You wake up with a throbbing headache, and your throat feels like it's been torn to shreds. You start gasping for air, clawing at your neck to try and feel what happened.

Then you feel hands grab yours, and your mind is shot back to when Michael would grab your wrist and drag you away. Your body starts thrashing, and your trying to get out of the persons grip. "No. Stop. Stop. Please," you beg.

"Love stop! Your gonna hurt yourself! Calm down it's just me!" You hear a British accented voice exclaim.

You stop thrashing, and peel your eyes open to see brown ones staring back at you.

"Newt?" You ask.

"Yes it's me. Are you ok," he asks. You don't answer, trying to fully process that your ok, and that Newt is sitting down right next to you.

Newt stares into your eyes as if checking to make sure this is really happening. "Oh my god (Y/n)," he gasps while wrapping you in a very gentle, one armed hug.

That's when you see the bandage wrapped around his arm, and you remember the knife, and Michael, and everything else.

"Wait your arm," you say in a scratchy voice while reaching for his arm to pull it closer to you to inspect it better.

"It's fine (Y/n). Jeff and Clint said it went deep, but it didn't do any major damage. I should be back to normal in a few weeks," he told you while holding his arm out to show you it was ok.

"This is all my fault," you whisper, covering your mouth with your hands in shock.

"Love, don't say that. None of this is your fault," Newt tells you while wrapping his arm around you again.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," you mumble over and over again, shaking your head back and forth, trying to hold back your tears.

"(Y/n) look at me," Newt tells you in a strict tone, kneeling down so he's in your line if sight from your position on the cot. "This is not your fault, and you better stop thinking it is, or I might throw your shank butt in the slammer," he scolds you in a sarcastic way, making you give him a soft smile. "Look this," he says, wrapping his hand around the bandage on his arm, "is nothing. If I could go back and redo that night, I wouldn't change a thing... except for Michael hurting you. Look I think you get the point," he says exasperatedly, making your smile a little wider.

"Wait so what happened?" You ask in a raspy voice.

Newt hands you a cup of water. You wince from having to swallow the cool liquid, but Newt just strokes your hair, encouraging you to drink the rest of it. When you get the last sip down, he takes the cup back from you, and answers your question.

"Well Alby wouldn't come with me, so I ended up having to punch him in the face to get him, Minho and Winston to chase me. When I got them to the deadheads, Michael told us to stay back, and he was holding a knife. I got behind him, and punched him, then Minho and Alby went to grab him, but I guess he knocked them out. Then he came back at us, and stabbed my arm, and started choking you again. I guess Winston had run off to get the other Gladers because next thing I know, Michael is being held down my seven boys, and four others are lifting you onto a stretcher. Then Clint helps me up, and I have to convince you to go to sleep," he tells you the whole story, and it sends shivers up your spine.

"So what happened to him," you ask.

"We banished him the night after... what happened," he said, choosing his words carefully at the end.

"Wait so how long have I been out," you ask, a hint of worry in your tone.

Newt stares at you with sad eyes. "About three days. Minho and Alby kept switching places to sit with me and wait for you to wake up. Alby feels horrible about it all."

You think for a minute before asking, "Where are they?"

"Minho went to get something from the kitchens," he tells you. As if on cue, Minho walks through the door with two sandwiches in his hands.

"How's she-" But Minho goes silent when he sees you. "Holy shuck, (Y/n)," he says, but it sounds like a question, so you just nod your head slightly, sending painful bursts through your throat, causing you to reach up and grab it again.

Newt grabs your hands again, and Minho runs over to do the same. "Don't touch it love. Your throats is pretty rough shape right now," Newt tells you. Your fists clench, a pained expression on your face, but you put your hands back down.

"Minho go get Alby," Newt tells him, and Minho nods before walking out of the room.

Your still feeling really tired despite the fact that you were asleep for three days. You close your eyes, and roll onto your side facing Newt.

"Hold on Love. Just wait until Alby leaves then you can go back to sleep," Newt tells you in a soft voice.

You mumble a 'mhm', but keep your eyes closed until you hear the door burst open.

You look up to see a worried Alby and a panting Minho. Alby just stands in the door way for a minute before walking up to you.

"Uh h-how are you feeling (Y/n)," Alby stutters, walking a little closer to you and rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I've been better," you admit to him in a wheezy voice with a small smile.

"Aw shuck. (Y/n) I am so sorry. I just- I- I didn't think Michael would do something like this. I mean he was one of the keepers, so I thought he would tell the truth. I'm just- I'm so sorry," he tells you, continuing to stutter.

"Hey it's ok. I wouldn't have believed me over one of the keepers either," you tell him in a raspy voice. Talking sends you