"Get away from me!" I spat
Oscar Delancy who was obsessed with me had me cornered in an alley.
"I said get away from me didn't I make that pretty clear!" I growled at him.
"No can do sweetheart." He said smirking down at me.
I reached in my dresses pocket for my knife, it wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" he asked holding my knife up so that I couldn't snatch it out of his grubby hands.
I jumped up to get the knife out of his hands but instead he cut a big gash in my cheek.
I was very short for my age so I ducked under his arm grabbed my knife and tried to run as fast as my little legs would carry me. But I guess I wasn't quick enough Oscar grabbed my ankle and pulled me back into the deep, dark, cold alley.
"I'll scream." I threatened
"I wouldn't ask you not to." His hand hiked up my dress.
I need him in the balls so hard he probably can't ever have children. He doubled over in pain but I still wasn't quick enough to get away. He grabbed my wrist and threw me against the brick wall at the end of the alley. I slid to the ground I needed to find a way to escape. There were a few broken crates sitting next to me on the ground. I grabbed one of the boards and hit his head as hard as I could with it. He fell against the wall. I managed to make a quick escape and ran out of the alley.
I ran into someone and fell onto of them as soon as I relized what I had done I quickly got of them and held out and offering hand to help them up. They denied it and stood up.
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed feeling ashamed that I had just dine that and made a fool out of myself
"Ah, its fine is you's okay" the boy said referring to the deep cut on my cheek.
"Yes I'm fine." I answered
I went to walk away when the boy spoke up
"I never got a name" he said
"My names Emilie" I said turning to him.
"Spot" he replied before going his own way.
3 days later
Today I was working at a bar in the city of Brooklyn. It didn't pay much buts it something when you're living on the streets. I was bringing some drinks to a group of people when I fell. A few people snickered a group of boys that looked about my aged looked at me. My new boss came out of the kitchen looking pissed off I knew what was going to happen he walked up to me and
Screamed at me "You're fired how you can't just drop a plate of drinks!"
I left without a word and ran out into the street why me I thought, why did my mother have to get killed why did my father abuse me and kick me out why did my perfectly fine life turn into to this. I sunk down in the alley on the side of the bar and cried. The bars door opened and a boy about my age who stood in the middle of the street looked around. When he caught sight of me I recognized those ice blues eyes
"Hey are you's okay." The boy I recognized as spot the boy I met the other night.
"Yes I'm fine" I answered I guess he recognized me because I suddenly saw sympathy in his eyes.
"Wells ah do you got a place to stay?" he asked
It took me a while to answer I didn't want him to take pity on me "...No"
"Wells your coming with me" he said offering his hand out to help me up I denied it just like he denied mine.
"Thank you" I mumbled
"Well I know a job where you won't get fired you'll be a newsie" spot said to me
That's the day my dreadful life got a little better I finally felt welcome and finally got a stable job
That's the day I became a Brooklyn newsie