Leavin'
I do not own Newsies in any way.
It always annoyed me how much Jack talked around Santa Fe. It was the catalyst that changed my life.
I don't regret a thing.
"Can he take us to the train yard?" Jack asked Denton.
I looked at Jack.
"We can go to Santa Fe. We'll get married and have children, just like you always wanted", Jack said.
Only, that's not what I wanted, but I wanted Jack to be happy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Spot.
A look of sadness crossed his hard features.
Jack took my hand and led me to the carriage.
When he got into the carriage, I let go of his hand.
"Baby Doll, get in", Jack said.
If I got in the carriage, it would take me to a soft life in Santa Fe.
Away from the adventure of New York City.
I was 15. My life had just started.
Jack was on the verge of being an adult. His life in New York was practically over.
I took one look at the carriage. I couldn't do it. I slowly started backing up like a caged animal. I'm sure the fear was evident in my eyes. I turned and ran. I ran from Santa Fe and Jack. I was running to be free.
"Baby Doll!" Jack yelled.
The group of newsies parted.
I took off for Brooklyn.
When I reached the bridge, I stopped.
"Kitty!" I heard someone yell.
I turned and saw Spot. I hugged him. "I couldn't do it Spot", I said crying.
"I'm glad you didn't", he said.
*2 years later*
I was looking though the mail when I found a postcard. I flipped it over and found a letter:
Hey Kitty-Cat,
I've got that ranch I always wanted. I don't blame you for running. I had no right to ask you to come with me. You were still a kid, who wanted to be a kid. I'm married now. Hope you are too.
Hope to see you soon,
Jackie-Boi
I smiled and placed it on Spot's desk to read later.