Welcome to the first edition of Hanging On Your Every Word.

I'm the only writer of this story and the plot is ALL mine. Let's get one thing straight. Me no own Newsies, Disney Owns Newsies. I only own the characters that are not in the movie/real life Newsies. Please Read and Review.

"FUCKER!" Tony's voice rang out through his large, mansion-like home as he rubbed his right arm with a hard look on his face.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" His father's voice boomed larger and louder, threatening his son to repeat what had just escaped his mouth.

"Fuck YOU!" The boy spat, still rubbing his arm but his hard gaze never left his father's eyes. Breaking a gaze showed vulnerability and that was
one thing Race's father ALWAYS took advantage of.

His father's fist made a whooshing sound and then a crack was heard. Race's hand left his arm and flew to his jaw. He stared at his father with wide
eyes until he glared and then ran up the three flights of stairs to his bedroom leaving his father alone in their basement.

"Fuck this SHIT!" Race yelled, sending several books and magazines to the ground as he threw an arm out at a bookshelf. He was pulsing with anger and the only thing to stop him from doing something really stupid was throwing things around or yelling until he felt better. This time he did both, ignoring the aching pain in both his jaw and arm.

Race's cell went off vibrating on his desk where his chemistry and trigonometry homework sat untouched. He sighed in frustration, a little angry to be disturbed and yet a little grateful at the same time, and grabbed the sleek black phone, flipping it open.

"Yeah?" His voice was a little edgy but other than that no one on the other end had any idea what had happened only a few minutes before.

"Hey Tony, its Davey."

"Oh hey Dave, what's up?" His attempt to sound casual worked, but he knew eventually Davey would catch on that something had happened if not today then tomorrow morning on their way to school.

"Did you get your Trig done yet?"

"Hah. Fuck no." Race laughed, his eyes darting to the text books on his desk.

"That's great. Think you could come over 'cuz, I know you're not going to have it done by tomorrow morning and really our hand writing is a lot
different and me doing it in your car five minutes before school start really bugs me-"

Before Dave had time to ramble on Race cut him. "Yeah. Yeah. I'll come over in a few minutes. Bye."

Race closed his phone and sighed. He knew he looked like shit but really didn't care. Davey knew that his father threw him around every now and then and knew better than to butt into something like this.

He gathered everything he might need and looked around his room twice. It looked like shit. Magazines were thrown carelessly about and four books were on the floor by the book case. Usually his room was spotless, also spic and span. Everything would be in order. However, this was not the case today. He sighed in a depressed manner but turned, closing his door behind him.

Race ran down the flight of stairs and onto the main floor that consisted of the family room, den, computer room, kitchen, dining room, and a few other rooms probably not worth mentioning.

"I'm going to Dave's I'll be back later!" He shouted on his way down the last few stairs carrying his backpack which he had placed all of his
books and notebooks in. He knew he should have actually asked instead of shouting out to whoever was in the living room but he really didn't want to face a confrontation. That would mean talking to one of his family members.

So in stead he shoved his bag into the passenger's seat of his car and revved the engine to his black Mercedes Benz. He was a bitchy spoiled little
rich kid and everyone knew it.

Race backed out of his obnoxiously large driveway and sped over to David's house where David was most likely finishing up his Trig homework while he was waiting for Race to get there so they could do Chem together. The whole time Race had his radio blaring to rock. In all honesty he wasn't paying attention to the music, just letting it drown out the thoughts that pounded at his brain at the same rate and volume as the music that pounded his ear drums.

David sat alone in his basement, text books strewn around him, several notebooks opened. Some had notes jotted down while others had half finished homework. Usually he needed no help with any of his homework but with the recent events he had been having problems focusing on things.

He sighed in frustration and pulled at his hair a bit before his sister entered the room. "I'm going out with Jack tonight; I'll be back."

"By Ten."

"No way. Twelve."

"Hah. No WAY! Eleven."

"Eleven thirty."

"Eleven."

"Eleven thirty."

"Eleven."

"Eleven thirty."

"Eleven."

"UGH! Fine!" Sarah said in a very annoying manner, throwing her hands up in the air. She turned on her heel and walked huffed up the stairs muttering things about her parents and how stupid they were to leave Davey in charge.

"Uh. Hey Sarah." Race said on his way down the stairs.

Sarah said an angry hello greeting, only breaking her huffy mutterings for a moment before she continued up the stairs and into their living room where Les was watching some cartoon that was probably only melting the brain cells he would need so badly come age fifteen, but no one said anything about it.

"Whoa. What happened to her?" Race asked, dropping his bag to the ground and sitting down on the ground a few feet away from Davey.

"She's pissed because I wouldn't let her stay out until mid night with Jack."

"She should be glad."

"I know!"

Race laughed and unzipped the dark blue bag, pulling out his Chemistry book.

"Help me." He stated bluntly and threw his notebook at Davey and slid his text book over after opening it to the correct page.

David laughed. "Dude. I already finished this."

"SERIOUSLY!" Race looked incredulously at David.

"If you actually took notes then you would probably be acing that class." David said wisely but at the same time was taking his neatly finished
homework from a yellow folder and handing it over at Race.

Race smiled. "Yeah, but why when I have you to help me?" He said with a pathetic look and pulled a pen out of his deep pocket.

David rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He muttered and went back to his Trig.

Race began furiously copying David's neat homework onto his own paper, double checking that all the numbers and letters and zeros and commas were in the right places. Half way through and about two pages later David sighed in anger and threw his pencil across the room.

Race looked up, startled. David was hardly ever mad.

"Dude?"

"Fuck. Race, will you help me?"

Race shrugged and crawled over, seeing as they were like three feet away from each other and it made no sense to walk.

"What's up?"

"Trig."

"YOU! Needing help with MATH?" Race asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, shut up and help me." David spat, though he cracked a smile.

Race laughed a little but obliged. About ten minutes later Race was finishing up showing David how to do the problem when Les came running down
the stairs, a blue blanket in his fisted hand.

Race wondered how a kid that was practically almost a preteen still carried a blanket around but ignored the fact, seeing as what his family was
currently going through and turned his attention from trigonometry to the boy.

"Hey Les, what's wrong man?" Race asked in true concern.

"I want mommy." The boy said, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

A pained look passed David's face and he winced.

"Come on, buddy, we'll find somethin' for you to do upstairs, okay?" Race asked. He liked being Les's older brother like he was being at the moment.
He knew that since David's mother's death everyone in the family had been pained and grieving in their own ways.

David's father had left to go out of town. He didn't say where or when he'd be back, but he had left a week ago. David was in charge, meaning he took
over the house hold. While normally he had been seemingly in control and strong; when it was just Race and David, David let everything out. He told
Race how he was really feeling, how everything was affecting him and Race decided to help out by taking care of Les as he was right now. For the past
four days he had been taking care of Les, taking him to the movies, teaching him how to drive (even though he was CLEARLY too young), showing him some
things David really disapproved of, but pretty much just taking him off of David's hands.

Sarah had taken to spending lots of time with their good friend, Jack Kelly. Even though they were good friends, Jack was someone no one would want their
sister going out with. He had a bad reputation with the ladies. Well, not with the ladies, but with the ladies' brothers. Jack was a man-whore. He
tossed girls aside like they were nothing, but since the death of Sarah's mother, he had been spending more time with Sarah than usual and David
clearly disapproved of it, though he said nothing and only gave his looks.

David took to cleaning, doing homework, taking care of the house, but the real way he had been dealing with all of this was talking it out with Race
and Spot. He wasn't one to mask himself but he did around Sarah and Les. He did that though, for not only their sakes, but for his too. Unlike most people who found it weird that guys talked about "feelings", everyone was used to David talking about how he felt.

Race and Spot had been around a lot. They had been helping out more than they usually did and no one disapproved or said a bad word about it. In
fact, Les and David had both spent the night at Race's two days ago and neither of his parents said a wrong thing about it, which was clearly a
surprise.

"Okay." The boy's voice was weak, but there was a hidden firmness and understanding.

"Hey Dave, holler if ya need help." Race said and ushered the boy up the stairs, glancing back at David once before closing the door and looking
around the spic and span living room.

"Race, I want my mom." The boy's voice was pleading and a sudden pang of pain and sadness stung at Race's stomach and made him feel queasy.

"I know man, I know." Race said slowly and quietly.

"I miss her...a lot." Race felt his stomach do a pulling notion and he didn't know how to react. Race was never good at emotions.

He stood silently as the boy gazed up at him. He knew that Les really looked up to him but he didn't know what to say.

"Can you help me make Coca?" The boy asked, instead of waiting for a response.

Race nodded and the boy walked into their kitchen, not saying another word. Race followed, running a hand through his dark brown, almost black hair and
sighed. Les was already on a chair and pulling out the box with the brown stuff that you mixed with boiling water.

"Les, why don't you go ask Dave if he wants some, okay?" Race suggested and the boy jumped from the chair and ran down the stairs. Race listened to his
fast footsteps and almost chuckled at the rate that boy could move at but was stopped when Sarah's figure stalked into the kitchen

"Uh, hey Sar."

"Sorry about earlier. My brother was being an ass."

"No. He was being protective. Jack isn't exactly what every brother wants their sister dating, best friend or not." Race said and opened a cabinet
near the ground and pulled out a pan. "Want some Coca?" He offered, placing the pan on the stove and grabbing a measuring cup from a drawer.

"I know, but he doesn't have to be such a dick." Sarah muttered and took a seat on a bar stool. "Why not? Jack won't be here for another half an hour."
She said, shrugging.

Race nodded and began filling the cup with the amount of water shown. "Okay, seriously, I'm having you all over for dinner at my house on Friday. I don't
care what my parents say. You're all going to come." Race said, staring at the box. He was so used to making things from scratch that this felt like
cheating.

"Race?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you so nice right now?"

"Because, if I was a dick that would only make things harder for all three of you and believe it or not, I'm actually really nice like this inside
sometimes." He said.

"Yeah, sometimes." Sarah replied and Race laughed.

"You do have a point."

"But, I mean, really you could still be being a stuck up, snobby rich kid but instead you're helping Davey out, you and Spot."

"Hey, we're his best friends. It's our duty, besides; we'd be there for Davey at a time like this, duty or no duty. We both owe it to him, I mean
he's so nice to us all the time and we're such dickheads. It just kind of evens out in the end."

"I never knew you could be a good brother." She said, though it was as though she seemed far away.

"Hey, I have two little sisters and a younger brother along with two older sisters. I'm used to it."

Sarah let out a laugh though it seemed to be forced.

Race smiled a little.

"Has Jack been by?"

"Yeah, but he's not as good with Les as you are, he seems to get annoyed."

"It figures, he hasn't really had to deal with a younger sibling and I'm sure Les is a nervous wreck. I'm surprised he's even doing as well as he is.
It's only been a little over a week."

Sarah smiled wryly. "Les thinks men should hide their emotions."

Race chuckled and smiled when the young boy came up the stairs. "Davey wants some!" He said cheerfully and Race knew David had to have done something
that cheered the boy up. He probably promised him a movie or some kind of candy.

"Sure thing!" Race replied and began boiling the water.

Les took a seat on a bar stool next to Sarah who looked down fondly at her younger brother.

Okay, so when I first had this started it was SUPER long and went No Where. However with lots of editing I've turned it into this. Please Review.