Disclaimer: i do not own newsies just Princess(Jane).
This is short but something to start with.
Where is he? I can NOT be seen. Jane thought. All I want is some food.
The thought of something to fill her stomach made her mouth water. But her father was due home in little less than an hour. All she needs is a bun.
Her name is Jane, Jane Anderson. Born and raised in Harlem. It makes you stronger than most would think to be on these streets. She doesn't talk. Never has since that day. The day her father beat her for the first time, he did it because she "Talks to much, and needs to shut up." She has thought of running away but she is too scared.
Her mama left when she was 3. She is 8 years of age now.
She was about to grab the roll when…
"WHERE ARE YOU! YOU NASTY LITTLE WHORE BETTER NOT BE EATING MY FOOD!" Her father screamed as the door flew open.
The front door was on the other side of the house. She had time to get to her room. Jane flew up the stairs and into her room where she sat on her bed and grabbed her book of fairytales off of her night stand and pretended to read. Her door came crashing open with a 'BANG!' He ran over to her and back handed her. She cried out in pain. It didn't matter to him how much it hurt her. All that mattered is that he had blown off as much steam to drown himself in his brandy. He hit, punched, kneed and clawed at her. When he was finished, she was coved in blood and tears. He spat at her and walked down the stairs to the living room where he poured himself whisky. Jane lie crying on the floor. She knew that tonight was it. She was done. She had to leave. But to where? She cried for what seemed like hours until she heard her father collapse onto the floor in his room where he would remain.
She grabbed a little bag from under her bed and put three dresses, 4 shirts and 2 pairs of pants. She also grabbed the only picture of her mother that she had and her book.
There was a fire escape outside her window and as she quietly climbed down it she cried harder do to the pain she was enduring. Once she hit the road she walked as fast as she could to somewhere far away.
I have to find somewhere to go. It is November the weather is going to get colder. Jane thought.
She didn't know how long she had been walking but she came to a warehouse. "Newsboys Logging House"
Well it is worth a try…
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