I woke up screaming. The memories from the past still torturing me, the painful truth flooding my mind. I grasped my head in my hands, trying to get the memories out of my head. Every night these dreams haunt my mind. Tears are streaming down my face as I continue to scream, rocking back and forth on my bed.

I hear the door slam open and Newt is rushing towards me, his face covered in panic and worry. His arms are around me in a second, rocking me and whispering in my ear in an attempt to calm me down.

"Brooke? Hey, Brooklyn, you need to calm down. It's just a nightmare, shh, Brooke."

My screams started to fade and I managed to escape back to reality, the tears still falling down my cheeks. I was still breathing heavily but Newt's soothing words brought me comfort and I leant my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. When our breathing finally matched, Newt pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, his brown eyes laced with concern.

"You need to tell me what's going on Brooke, every night I'm in here while you scream yourself awake."

I looked down at my hands, pulling at the loose thread on my top. "It's hard to…to say," I whispered, Newt having to lean closer to hear me.

He brushed his hand through my hair as he studied my face, "I know, but you need to tell someone. You can't keep it bottled up forever."

I sigh, quickly looking up at his face before staring at my hands again. "A lot of it's a blur, but I catch some bits. I'm lying on a table, it's always the same table…and I can never move. These same people always look over me and inject me with things I don't even about. It always hurts and they always called me subject B12, saying how I continue to improve."

As I retell the dream, the tears come back and I feel Newt's soft hand reach up and wipe them away. His face looks down on me intently, pity and sadness spread across his features.

"A-And if I ever tried to get away, they would hit me and bring me back. It never ended Newt and it hurt so much," I sobbed, collapsing into Newt's arms.

"Shh," I heard him say as he caressed my head with his hands. "Those slintheads aren't here alright? I won't let anyone hurt you, and that's a promise."

I nodded into Newt's chest, too scared to show my face. After a long silence with Newt still holding me in his strong arms, I sensed him move as he tried to lay me back down on my bed. I quickly grabbed his arm, panicking.

"Please stay," I begged.

I saw him nod as we laid down on my bed, his arms still not letting go of my waist. I awkwardly shuffled around trying to get comfy, Newt looked my way puzzled.

"What ya doing Brooke?" he asked softly.

"Trying to get comfy, this damn baby is getting in the way," I say referring to the fairly large bump on my stomach.

I heard Newt chuckle lightly.

"How about we lay on our backs like this," he said demonstrating.

I copied him and lifted my head so it was on his warm chest, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

"Better?" he asked.

"Better." I responded. The room was silent again and just before I felt myself drift off, I had a sudden urge thank Newt.

"Thank you Newt," I mumbled. When he didn't reply for some time I thought he was asleep, as I closed my eyes letting darkness take over. But not before I heard a soft "anytime," mumbled from Newt.

I know this chapter is really short but i wanted to post before i go away tomorrow. I haven't given up on this story but the updates may be infrequent and i'm really sorry. Any reviews are appreciated and if there's anyway in which i can improve this story please let me know!

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