A/N: Hey guys! I got super bored because I was sick four days in a row! Yay! Fuck school!
I've been reading newsie fanfic's for way to long. I need to stop riding passenger and take life by the balls! :D LOL
Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar characters from Newsies.
Scarlet
"Girls are not supposed to be newsies." I looked down at the floor and nodded my head in understanding. "Go back to the brothel Lily. It's safer for you there." Tears sprung to my eyes as I looked up at my older brother to see that his jaw was clenched. My lower lip trembled but he stood his ground.
I turned to leave but he caught onto my upper arm, yanking me to a halt. "Go out the back door. Make sure no one sees you." I nodded and he let go of my arm. I walked out the back door, making sure no one was in the alley way before proceeding back to my "home".
I am Spot Conlon's little sister and he would do anything to protect me, even if it meant living in brothel and no one knowing who I truly was. He said that business was dangerous and they would use me as bait to get to him. Before our parents had died on the boat coming over from Ireland, they had taken our hands and we had prayed. They then told Spot to protect me, make a better life for us. Spot nodded and then they closed their eyes at the same time, taking their last breath together. Spot's eyes had turned cold as he dropped their hands and took a hold of me, becoming my new father.
I took a deep shaky breath before I entered the brothel, the smell of smoke, sweat and alcohol filling my nostrils. I closed the door behind me, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. I pushed past scantily clad women and hungry men, trying to reach the staircase before one grabbed onto my arm and shoved money in my face.
I reached the stairs and I climbed them as fast as I could. I ran down the hallway to my room and pushed the door open, the sounds of my roommate with a customer filling my ears. Before I could close the door she called out my name.
"Scarlet!" I froze. Please don't ask me to join. I heard some whispering before she scoffed. "John would like you to join us." He had gotten out of the bed while she was talking and pulled on his trousers before walking over to me. I knew who this was; it was the leader of the Staten Island newsies. I tried not to gulp as he closed the door and circled around me a few times, sizing me up. He smirked and then unbuttoned my dress, his cold hands brushing against my skin. My body instantly tensed as he unlaced my corset.
I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Relax…"
I put on my nightgown and then took the money from the nightstand and put it in the music box Spot had bought for me on my twelfth birthday. My roommate was glaring at me as I climbed into my bed.
"I don't know why they insist on you joining. I am so much prettier than you are! And they don't even pay me! What the hell is up with that! I am more experienced than you are!" I pulled the blankets over my head, trying to block out her ranting. John had told us before he left that the money was for me and me only.
I closed my eyes, a tear falling down my face quickly before disappearing in my nightgown. I had went to Spot earlier today, saying that I wanted to be a newsie but he shot me down immediately. I then asked him if I could live there with him but he also shot down that suggestion. He said that it was too dangerous for me. I tried to explain to him that the leaders of the newsie boroughs kept visiting back for me but he had sent me out of the Lodging House because newsies were starting to pour in.
Tomorrow he said that he would come and visit me. I hope he keeps his word.
The brothel is quiet in the morning, that's the only thing that I like about this place. All the women are sleeping because of their late night activities. Spot usually comes to the brothel before his newspaper run.
I smiled as I saw his figure in the distance. He was taking long strides, looking over his shoulder every few seconds. I ran out of the door and jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. His body tensed before he pushed my head down into his neck and he took quicker steps to the brothel. He made it to the brothel and he closed the door before dropping me to the floor. I looked up at him and he was glaring down at me.
"What did I say Lily?" I looked down, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"To stay inside…" I felt him crouch down and put his hand under my chin, tilting my head up so I was looking into his eyes.
"I saw that you were going to say something before I sent you out yesterday. What was it?" Should I tell him? Will he get angry? Will he be angry at me for sleeping with them?
"The leaders of the newsie boroughs keep visiting back for me…" He closed his eyes, his body shaking slightly. "Spot…" I put my hand on his arm but that only made him shake even more. He opened his eyes and it looked like they turned black with anger.
"Which ones?" I opened my mouth to speak but only a squeak came out. "Lilly…" He growled warningly.
"The Bronx, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island stopped by last night." Spot ran a hand through his hair and breathed out.
"Jacky-boy stopped by?" I nodded and he hung his head in thought.
"Well I can't stop them from coming here," my lower lip instantly started quivering, my eyes tearing up.
"But Spot_" The circulation bell started ringing and we both looked out the window.
"I'll see you tomorrow Lilly…" He stood up to leave but I held onto his hand, dragging him down. "Don't make it harder than it should be." He growled at me. I only held onto his hand tighter. "Scarlet!" He shouted at me. I instantly let go. He never used my brothel name; never.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning," he walked out the door, not looking back once as his usual crew of newsies surrounded him.
A/N: Okay. I hope Spot stayed in character! He isn't a mush-y lovey dovey brother guys! And he isn't heart-less either! This is how I think brother-Spot stories should go. (:
I hope you enjoyed.
And sorry that I didn't make their speech all New York-y and what not. That's a lot of work and it makes me add too many words to my Word dictionary because I hate that red line under words. So I left their speech alone.
Review please! I would greatly appreciate reviews because I'm sick and depressed because I haven't gotten reviews in forever for any of my stories. :(
Okay now I sound like a whiney bitch. :/
-Emma-