Author's Note: I don't own Newsies. Disney does. I just write about them. ;) Rated M for language and possible future chapters. Warning: The first chapter is a tad violent.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Spot's mother, Angela, sang to him as she played with his golden brown hair. A 6- year- old Spot sat on the floor against his mother's legs
"Mama, when is Papa coming home?" Spot asked.
"Soon, Honey. He will be home soon," his mother answered. Spot was too young to notice the worry and uncertainty in her eyes when they discussed his absent father. Spot just pulled a book off of the shelf for her to read to him when, suddenly there was a pounding on the door which made both Spot and Angela look up with a start.
Angela got up and went to the door.
"Who is it?" she called.
"Let me in, Vanessa," a man's voice came from the other side of the door. Spot stared at his mother. She had gone completely pale. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back in ringlets. When she looked at Spot she tried to hide the fear but it was plain on her face. Her big blue eyes went dark with panic. She had a look to her that he had never seen before.
"Go to your hiding place," Angela said. Spot stood up without another word and ran into the bedroom. He quickly crawled under the bed and hid. He heard his mother trying to lock the door and struggling as the man on the other side attempted to force his way in. He heard his mother scream and he flinched at the piercing noise. A man dressed in an all black suit pulled his mother into the bedroom by her hair. She struggled with all her might. She pounded on his arms with her fist
"Stop, Please," Angela cried.
"Shut up, bitch," the man answered.
He flung her on the bed. The screams echoed in Spot's ears. He cried under the bed as the man in black raped his mother. When he was finished the bed shuttered in rhythm with his mother's sobs. The man walked to doorway and turned around. He had large brown eyes with bags under them and a long thin nose that looked like it may have been broken once or twice. His teeth with perfectly aligned and his mouth curved into a smirk as he saw Spot huddled under the bed in fear. The most memorable feature of all however was the long scar that made a "C" shape on the left side of his face. His smile mocked Spot.
He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a shiny object that glinted in the candle light. Spot didn't realize what it was until he heard the gunshot. It was so loud as it pierced through the air that Spot thought his ears would bleed. The man then turned on his heel and was gone.
Spot crawled out from under the bed when he was sure the man in black was gone. His mother laid on the bed. Her clothes were torn and bloody.
"Ma-!" Spot woke up with a start he was covered in sweat partly from his nightmare and partly from the hot weather. He looked at the clock; it was 5:00 AM. It was time to get up anyway. He climbed out of bed and started to get ready for a day of selling.
Spot spent his morning selling papes in his normal place and his afternoon at the Brooklyn docks. He climbed up to the tower because liked to watch the docks and the East river from. He lit up a smoke and started to zone out, when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He looked down and saw Racetrack Higgins standing on the docks staring up at him. Spot hopped down from his tower and greeted Race.
"So, what brings ya ta Brooklyn, Race?" Spot inquired.
" I came to ask you a favor for Cowboy. Well, that and the beautiful Brooklyn scenery and welcoming people," Race answered sarcastically.
" Yeah, what's the favor?" Spot asked ignoring Racetrack's sarcasm.
"This new girl just showed up on our doorstep the other day. She wants to be a newsie in Manhattan but she doesn't feel safe there right now. She is hiding from her father. She had a fight with him and ran away from home. She wants to stay in Brooklyn for a while and sell here until things die down.
"I don't know, Race. I really don't feel like being a babysitter to this girl."
"Aww, c'mon. She is a sweetheart she won't be a bother to ya. And in a few weeks she will be out of your hair all together. Do we have a deal?"
"Okay, fine, but she isn't staying any longer than that."
"Great. I will tell Jack the good news. We will bring her by here tomorrow."
Race headed back to Manhattan and Spot went back to his perch. He watched the sun set from the docks. When he went to bed that night he was prepared for another restless sleep.