Summery: I know I haven't posted in years on this account, but don't you worry I am back. I will try to finish this fiction before I post anything else.

Disclaimer: I only on Roselyn, I do not own any of the Newsies.

A/N: I apologize for the switch of last name, I tried to replace her last name with Monahan, I might have over looked some of the remaining Peters. She is Roselyn Monahan, not Peters like I wrote at first.

CHAPTER ONE - THE JUDGE'S DAUGHTER

I could still here there footsteps, as I tried running as fast as my legs could carry my body. I have no idea was had happened, one minute my family was just sitting around at the dinner table, I excused myself to my room for a moment, then there were gun shots. I hid in my closet, waiting until I thought it was safe to come out. About an hour later, when I couldn't hear anything, I slowly made my way back to the dining room. There laying in there own pool of blood, was father, mother, and my kid brother, I had just bent over to check on them, when I heard his voice...

"Shit Jobe, there's a girl," A man I recognized as one of the men my father helped put in jail, was standing in the doorway, he looked at me for a moment, "You should had stayed hidden." He looked exactly like his pictures in the papers. He had robbed the bank in Manhattan, and father was the judge who put him behind bars.

I could tell by his tone of voice, that he didn't want to hurt anyone, I slowly stood to my feet. I stared at him confused, wondering why he was stained red, "Please, don't hurt me..."

Another man came through the door, he was covered with my families blood, probably was the one who planned the whole thing, "Well, ain't she a pretty little thing," he took a step closer to where I was standing.

The cleaner man left the room, as the other man entered, they didn't seem to be close in anyway. He gave me one final look, before leaving me alone with the bloodied man.

I didn't recognize this man, but he look to be in his late fifties, a good thirty years older then the other man. I felt the tears falling down my face, "Why?"

He gave me a crooked smile, "You're old man gave my friend the death sentence, and threw me in for life. So I think I will return the favor." He looked at my families bodies, and then returned that cruel smile to me, "I gave your family the death penalty, and I think I will give you life," in one quick move, he had his arms wrapped around me, and he carried me into my parents room throwing me on the bed, Every time I went to move away, he would slap me, eventually slapping me into unconsciousness.

"Hey, Miss Monahan, you need to get up before he does."

I felt someone roughly shake me, and immediately remembered the events of the night, I opened my eyes to see the cleaned man from earlier. Then realizing a seething pain on the side of my face, and between my legs, then remembered the other man. I started crying, but stopped when the other man lifted me up, and started carrying me through the house, "What are you going to do to me?"

He took me to the back door of my house, and stood me to my feet, "Listen girl, I didn't mean for any of this to happen, he never told me his plans. You have to run away, you can't stop for any-"

"Hey where you go?!" The other mans voice echoed through the house, as it reached my ears.

"RUN!" The clean man gave me a final shove, before going back into the house.

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The pain soon became to much for me, and I just felt m body give up, and then met darkness once again.

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"Blink, do you see that?"

"What are you looking at, Crutchy?"

"Is that a person?"

I heard feet shuffling towards me, my mind screaming for me to run, my body had already given up. I had no idea where I was, "Help."

"It's a girl, she just said help. What do we do, Crutchy?"

"Let's carry her back to the Lodging House, Klopp will know what to do."

"Okay, let's hurry. Whoever did this to her, might still be looking for her."

I felt as someone carefully lifted me, and then a rush of wind blowing pass, the person carrying me wasn't going to let me fall. I slowly opened my eyes, to see two boys , one had reddish brown curled hair, brown eyes, and seemed to be l hopping as he leaned on something. The other boy who was carrying me had reddish blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a patch.

The blonde one noticed I my eyes were open, and gave me a warm smile, "Don't you worry, we'll have you some place safe in no time."

"Yeah, Klopp, he will take good care of you," The other boy answered, also giving me a warm smiled of his own..

"Okay," Was the last thing I said before falling back to sleep.

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"She's judge Monahan's daughter," I heard someone whisper, "I remember her from the picture, he was murdered six days ago, his wife, and son were with him."

"Yeah those to men who escaped jail, they found the judge, and shot the judge," There was the recognizable voice to a name I still didn't know, "She must had escaped."

"I don't think she could had, Klopp said someone raped her," The other familiar voice answered.

"Yeah, they say that the one guy shot his partner, the guy was halfway out the back door when they did," An older voice was heard, "He was drenched in blood, apposed to the other guy, who is still a live."

"He must have shot the man who raped me, he told me to run," I whispered, when they didn't say anything else.

"Oh good, your awake now," The older voice sounded again.

I felt a cool cloth on my forehead, "You should sit up, and try to eat something."

I nodded as I slowly opened my eyes, there were more people, then I heard staring at me. I saw the two who helped carry me here, and gave them a smile, "I remember you two."

"Yeah, I am Crutchy," The one, who was leaning again his crutch, "Glad to see you awake."

"Yeah, and I am Kid Blink, you could call me Blink, or Kid," He was leaning against another blonde boy, "This is Dutchy."

Crutchy patted the shoulder of the other two boys standing beside him, both had black hair, "This here is Itey, and this one is Racetrack."

"Yeah, but you could call me Race, Dollface," He winked as he kissed the top of my hand.

I felt my cheeks heat up at the gesture, I noticed three other boys standing way off to the side. They were all tall.

The one with the cowboy hat tipped his hat, and smiled, "The name is Jack Kelly, or Cowboy"

The dark hair boy in the middle, had golden brown wavy hair, "I am Skittery,"

The third one had on a bright pink shirt, he glanced side to side, before looking back at me, "Swifty."

I nodded as I tried remembering everyone, "Please to meet you, I am Roselyne Monahan."

"Wasn't that the judges name, who tried to sentence us to the refuge?" A new boy standing in the doorway, with red suspenders, and a cane in one of his other hands, asked. He had dirty blonde hair, and greyish blue eyes.

The boy known as Jack, walked over to the new arrival, "Hey there Spot," he looked in my direction, "Yeah, this is his missing daughter." He pointed over to me.

Spot just smirked, "Looks like she ain't as lost, as the papers say she is."

I couldn't help smiling, "Looks that way, thanks to Blink, and Crutchy."

"Well we couldn't just leave you unconscious, now could we little Flower," Crutchy smiled as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Flower?" I stared at him for a moment, as I thought about what they called me, "The name is Roselyne."

"Well you're like a Flower, amongst the rest of us Newsies," Crutchy wrapped an arm around my shoulders again.

"You certainly lighten up this place, Flower," Spot agreed as he scanned the Newsies gathered around.

"I only been here a day, and you already made up a new name for me?" I stared at the guys confused.

"You were asleep for almost five days, Flower," Blink corrected as he handed me a newspaper, that had the headline about my families murder on the front page, "This was today's headline, apparently the guy ran away again. Might be a good idea to keep to the name, Flower."

"Yeah, because he might be after you saying you are a witness," Added Jack,

"Oh," I nodded, as I looked at where Spot was still standing, "So all of you live here?"

"No, I am in charge of Brooklyn." Spot answered, staring at her with his piercing gray blue eyes, he looked to where the boy called Race was, "So are we still on for poker tonight?"

I watched as almost all the Newsies left the room, then looked back at the older man, and Crutchy, "Was I really asleep for five days?"

"Sure were, Flower," Crutchy helped the older man, as he picked up the clothes, that was when I realized I was in my slip. He seemed to notice me stare at the older man, "Oh, forgot to introduce you, this is Kloppman. He use to be a doctor, you know in his younger days. Now he runs this place."

"What do you mean younger days, could still keep up with the lot of you," The old man said, putting up two fist, pretending to want to box Crutchy.

I didn't know that he was just playing, which was why I jumped up between the two, forgetting about my lack of clothes, "Hey, how could you do-"

"He's just playing Flower, he would never lift a mean hand on none of us," Crutchy grabbed a coat on a hook, and wrapped it around my shoulder, before leaning back on his crutch.

That was when I realized there were two rows of about ten bunks each, allowing forty people to the room. I had been in the far corner, across from the door, on the single bed in a room. "Where are my clothes?"

"They were ripped pretty badly," Kloppman started to check me over as I stood, "You seem to be able to stand on your own alright, you feel like walking around?"

I realized that Crutchy hadn't gone with the rest of the boys to play poker, he was over at the bunk next to where my bed had been, "You didn't have to stay here with me, you should go play poker."

"It's alright, I would just use my money in the first hand," He answered with a smile, as he extended his hand, "How about I show you around."

"I think I have something that fits you," Kloppman walked out of the room for a moment, then returned with a stack of clothes, "The boys out grew these, good thing I held on to these."

Crutchy laughed as I made faces at the different clothes, 'We don't get much girls," he pointed to a room with a water pump, and a wall with showers, and toilets, "You can change in there." He left with Kloppman, as I went to change.

I put on a pair of black trousers, a light pink buttoned shirt, black billiards cap, and a black vest. I looked into the mirror at my reflection, noticing a light bruise around my cheek. I had long caramel hair, green eyes, and light freckle all over my face, "This will have to do for now," I sighed as I walked back to my bed, where my black boots were sitting. After I was finished getting dressed, I stepped out into the hallway, crashing into Crutchy, and another Newsboy I hadn't met yet.

He looked at me with familiar eyes, almost like he had just seen a ghost, he shook his head and hurried into the room, "Sorry, got to go."

Crutchy just rolled his eyes, "That's Snitch, he doesn't have the best manner," he reached out his arm for me, "Want me to show you around the Lodging House? Come to think about it, he's been acting weird since he heard about the Monahan's murder."

"I know him," I looked at the door, before looking back at Crutchy, "Do you mind walking me back to my house?"

"Are you crazy Roselyne," Snitch came back out into the hallway, obviously over hearing my request to Crutchy."You can't go back there."

I immediately remembered how I knew him, and glared, "I can, and I will."

"Roselyne, don't you think the man would be waiting for you too?" Snitch was glaring at me, "Waiting to finish off his last witness."

"Why do you care?" I returned his glare.

"Because you're my only family left," He started to say something else when I stopped him.

"This coming from the boy, who ran away from us, we were hurting to when Uncle Elijah died in the fire," I shoved him, as I felt tears start to burn my cheeks, "Aunt Marilyn thought that you were dead, she died thinking that you were dead."

"I didn't come home from school to receive encouraging words,hugs, and kissed like your parents gave too you. I came home to a drunk father, who beat me, and a mother who just stood in the corner. I am glad my old man burned in that building," He was glaring again, "Cousin."

I slapped his cheek, receiving one in return, I stared at him holding my cheek, "He might have deserved that, but your mother didn't deserve to die alone, thinking her only child was dead."

Crutchy came between us, and smacked Snitch on the back of his head, "You don't hit her ever again, you don't hit girls period." He turned to look at me, "He is right though about the going back to your house, it's not safe until they catch the man."

"Him and I always had a love, hate relationship since we were babies, that's what happens when we grew up sharing everything except parents," I looked back at my cousin, as I took my cousins arm, "Can we go for a walk at least?"

My cousin watched as I followed Crutchy down the stairs, "We'll finish this discussion later," I notice a few eyes on me, and my cousin who was behind us.

I turned to look at Snitch, and smiled a little, "Yes, we'll finish our talk, hopefully more calmly later."

He nodded before going to join the others for poker, whispering in my ear, "I am happy you're still alive, missed you."

"Missed you to, Christopher," I allowed Crutchy to lead me out of the building, and onto the streets.