Hello everyone, and welcome Traitor! Ever since I posted the one-shot I originally wrote, so many people have been asking for a multi-chapter fanfic of it, so here it is! I'll try to update as regularly as possible, as my weekends do tend to get busy, and I'm hoping to figure out a regular schedule as well. That's all for now!

~AnyaPlumber~

CHAPTER 1

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Newsies or any of the characters (except Anaelle)

It was just an ordinary day. I was sitting by my window, locked up in my room (figuratively, that is) reading my favorite book, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. My window was closed, keeping the harsh winter air out of my room in the Refuge, a jail for children and teenagers.

This is not what it looks like! I am not an orphan, fugitive, or runaway; I am Anaelle Snyder, the daughter of James Snyder, owner of the Refuge. The reason I sleep here is because since there is almost always a crime happening, my father must always be around the jail, so I have to stay here with him. From what I hear on the streets, my father is described as cruel and heartless, but that is not the case. You just have to know him better to find out he isn't cruel or heartless, he just dislikes trouble makers.

Not that I get to go out on the streets very often anyways. I barely get to go outside; in fact, I have not been outside for a long time now. "Why?" you may ask. Well you see, my father is quite overprotective of me. He's simply afraid of what others may do to me outside the refuge. Being the Warden's daughter isn't easy at times. People always blame me for Father's action, even though I have nothing to do with them, and whenever someone hears my last name, it sends them running. Due to that, Father makes sure I stay in the Refuge at all times. I eat here, sleep here, and learn here. The only way I can see the world is through my window, and my books of course.

Anyways, back to present day. Finishing the chapter I was currently on, I decided to put my book away and just relax on my bed. As I placed the novel on the windowsill and headed back to my bed, I heard a tapping noise on my window. As I lifted my long, dark blue skirt, I began to venture towards the noise. Looking out, I saw there was a boy that looked about 17 years of age. He was wearing a blue shirt, grey pants, and a tattered charcoal vest. I slowly opened the window, my 15-year old self shaking with fear.

"Who are you?" I ask the boy.

"The name's Jack Kelly, miss. What is yours?" Jack Kelly responds with a tip of his hat

"Anaelle," I curtly replied.

"Ya got a last name?" he fires back at me.

"Yes I do, I just don't like to tell it." It is true. Like I said, I don't have very many friends due to my last name, as well as my isolation. Not many people want to be the friend of "Snyder's daughter", as the other children had put it before.

"Okay miss," Jack says, "Now hurry up, before Snyder the Spider comes over here."

"What?" I ask confused.

"I'm busting ya out of this jail," Jack says quickly and urgently.

"But… But why?" I questioned. I didn't understand this boy; we just met and now he wants to take me away?

"Sorry to be rude miss, but do even have a brain?! This place is a jail! Why would you want to stay here?" Jack said as he stated the obvious. Of course! He assumed I was prisoner, and he wanted to break me out. How wrong he was.

"I do have a brain!" I fired back, filled with anger, having taken offense to his statement, "And I don't want to go! I… I can't!"

Just then, Jack and I froze at the sound of the doorknob slowly turning.

"Someone's coming!" I whisper to Jack.

"Really? I had no idea," he sarcastically replied.

The door was beginning to open.

"Listen," Jack told me, "I'll be back tomorrow, and when I come, I'm getting you outta here, okay?"

I was going to refuse, but then flurry of thoughts ran through my head. This could be my chance to escape; my chance to actually live through myself rather than books! I could actually see the world!

"Okay," I agree as the door opened even more. "Now hurry!" I exclaimed looking at the door. When I turned around, Jack Kelly was gone. Knowing that he was safe and away, I quickly shut my window as the door finally swung open.