Hello! Sorry for the long-term break…. I seriously can't post this on time…
P.O.V Hanna
I followed Minho out of the Med-jack den. Minho was busy talking with Newt, and I walked behind them.
A part of my mind understood that Newt had a lot of things to talk with Minho. When I was young, I couldn't afford not seeing him for even one day. Newt spent 3 entire years in the Glade with him. He obviously feels the same way as I do.
But another part of my mind sent a wave of jealousy after another. Unfortunately, this part was much bigger than the understanding one. Seeing Minho and Newt walking together towards the Homestead, it brought me a whole lot of anger. I always knew that Minho cared a lot for his friends. It was normal for him to talk with Newt so much. But I was his friend, too! I knew that he remembered me from his memories now. I noticed the change in his eye when he looked at me after he woke up. Was his three years in this place change him so much that he didn't care about me anymore?
Minho stopped suddenly. His brown eyes flickered to my face, and I realized that he was feeling sorry for ignoring me. I lowered my eyes to the ground, not wanting to be caught staring at him.
"Hey, Hanna" He said softly. I looked up, trying desperately to hide the excitement in my face. Apparently, it didn't work, since he smirked. "Don't look excited. We're not doing anything dangerous. Newt will obviously skin me if I do" Newt smiled next to him, but his eyes held a glint that told me he was able to, and willing.
"How much do you know about my past?" "Your past? You mean that we became friends when we were in first grade, we played quite a lot, and your dad was crazy-"My voice faltered at the last word. Minho scowled like he wasn't offended by it, but I could see the anger and hurt, showing whenever I mentioned his family when we were young, showing after three years.
Newt glanced at both of us. "Minho, your father was- You mean he was- Why didn't you tell me?" He knew it was a stupid question, but I understood his feelings. Minho bit his lip, turning to Newt. "I don't think there's anything to say" He said, choosing his words carefully. "My dad was crazy. He was suffering from some kind of a disease. My mom got that disease later on, and that's why I ran away from home."
"You tan away from home?" Newt asked, incredulous. "What did your parents do to you?" Minho lowered his gaze to the ground, and I saw Newt's mouth gasp open. He probably had never seen his friend depressed like this. "I'm sorry, Minho. I never knew it was a sensitive topic for you- honest!"
Minho raised his head, his mouth forming a hard line. "It's okay" He said. His voice was shaking slightly, and judging by the alarmed look in Newt's eyes, he noticed it too. "It's just that my dad- my mom, too- hit me quite a lot when they were crazy." His eyes glittered with hurt, and I remembered the day when I found him unconscious in his house. "My dad was the first one in my family to go crazy. After he… changed, he hit me and my mom every day. He often locked me in the basement for hours without food, because I told him I was hungry."
I remembered the day when I first saw Minho in my classroom. He was really skinny and frail. He looked like he was starving for days. In fact, after what he told me, I guessed that he really did starve for a few days, after all.
"When I was eight, my mom tried to run away." Minho continued. "After I woke up in the basement, I found her trying to sneak out of the house. I couldn't let her leave, leave me all alone to face the wrath of my father. I begged her not to go, that we'll sort this problem out together. She decided to stay, but she was distant."
"You mom tried to… leave you?" Newt asked. "Leave you alone? What kind of mom is she? How can she even bloody think about that?"
Minho was silent for a second, and I realized that he didn't like his mom either. But he also didn't like other people talking about his mom. Thankfully, he was saved from answering, because a boy was running toward us.
"Hey, guys!" He panted, slowing to a stop. "Guys, Thomas is awake" Minho acted faster than my brain, because he grabbed me and Newt by the wrist and started to drag us toward the Med-Jack den.
The boy shouted something behind us, but I honestly didn't care. My skin was heating up by the second. Minho's skin was hot at first, and then it seemed cooler as my own skin heated up. I couldn't honestly care for a second about Thomas, because all I could think about now, as Minho dragged me and Newt toward the Med-Jack den, was the fact that Minho was holding my wrist in his hands.
A bit of weird ending here! I'm pretty sure that you guys hate me now (Honestly I have nothing to say…) I'm really sorry (I really am!) for leaving this fanfic unwritten for more than one month. I'll try to write as frequently as I can!