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 own Roselyne, also known as Flower, but I don't own the Newsies sadly.

Chapter Two – MY FRIEND THE MURDERERS SON

Crutchy lead me to the square, where there was a large statue, and a couple of benches. He sat down, and gestured for me to take a seat beside him, "Sit down, you should calm down."

I smiled softly, as I sat beside him, "Thank you Crutchy," I watched as people walked by us, before turning to my walking companion, "So is that you're real name?"

He laughed, shaking his head, "No, my real name is Marty, but don't call me that. Most of the Newsies give nicknames, because they don't want to be found."

I remembered Spot's reaction, when he heard my last name, "I am guessing Spot didn't like my father."

"You're father sentenced some of the newsboys to the refuge, if they didn't have money for bail," He laughed again, shaking his head, "Of course none of them had that kind of money. It's a good thing Denton paid for there bail."

"Yeah, I guess my father didn't have a great reputation," The events of the night my family was murdered flashed through my mind, and hot tears started to poor from my eyes, "My mom, and brother didn't do anything, to anyone. My father didn't even deserve to die either."

"I know, some people are just pure evil, they don't care about the other peoples feelings," Crutchy allowed me to cry against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around my small frame. "My mother, and father were murdered when I was about eight years old. We had gone to the bank together one day, and a couple robbers came in, killed everyone there. They thought they killed me to probably, but all they left me with was a bum knee, and no parents."

I stared up at him surprised, "Why are you telling me that, thought Newsies kept there past, in the past?"

He shrugged his shoulders, smiling, "Well I guess I just want you to know you're not alone," he stood back up leaning against his crutch, and helping me back to my feet, "So how old are you anyways?"

I smiled as I took his offered hand, "I am sixteen, my birthday was two days ago."

"I am seventeen, you're the same age as Snitch," Crutchy informed, as we started walking back to the lodging house.

"Yeah, he is a month older then me," I remembered about some of the other boys, "So how old is everyone?"

"You'll have to ask them yourself," He answered with a grin.

"I think you're my new best friend, Crutchy," I smiled as I rested my head on his shoulder, "Never had one before."

"What a best friend?" He asked curiously.

"No, a friend, father had me do school at home didn't want me to get hurt," I answered, fighting the new tears trying to escape, "After they thought Christopher was murdered, they stopped allowing me, and my brother to leave the house except during fancy dinners where family was a must for my fathers reputation."

Crutchy probably noticed I didn't want to say anymore, because the rest of the walk back to the lodging house was a comforting silence.

oOoOoOoOo

I was leaning against the wall, leading back into the bunk room, I wasn't really ready to face the others yet.

"You know the roof is a lot more calming," Snitch came up the stairs, and leaned beside me.

I laughed, as I stared at him, "So you could shove me off the roof?"

"Yep that's my plan anyway," He joked, taking my hand, and leading up another set of stairs.

"I didn't say I wanted to come up here," I said, feeling a small surge of panick.

He just looked at me and rolled his eyes, "You always have been afraid of high places. Beside if you want me to talk about where I been we're talking on the roof, and not in the packed bunk room."

I sighed as he opened the door, and moved so I could follow behind, "I understand, you're living a life you've made for yourself. You don't want the others to know about your past."

He smirked, "You've talked with Crutchy."

"Yes," I nodded my head, "So tell me what the night uncle Elijah died."

He leaned against the bricks, and stared down towards the city, "He was drunk, my father, and he had spilled a can of gasoline, lit a cigarette, and dropped his match. Next thing I know I was watching the place catch on fire, with him standing there as the fire built around him, he saw me come inside, and told me to run before the building blew up," he had tears in his eyes, "The one time he treats me with concern, it's to save my life so I won't blow up."

"That was why aunt thought you died in the fire, they found one of your hats," I rubbed my cousins back, as tears slid down my own eyes.

"I got scared, thought that they would blame me for the fire, so I ran away," He turned, and looked at me, "It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, leaving my mom alone. Especially since she was sick."

"We thought you ran away, but a couple weeks after your father died, a officer came to the house holding your hat. We all assumed you were dead," I fell to my knees, and started crying.

My cousin just lifted me up, and carried me back into the lodging house, "Alright, Flower, let's put you to bed. You had a long day." He didn't even worry about me crying. As he laid me down on my bed, he whispered in my ears, "Please don't tell anyone here, alright?"

oOoOoOoOo

A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER

I was sitting on the front desk, where the new Newsies would sign in, as they arrived here. I was reading one of the books, which Klopp gave me, from when he studied medicine. MY hair was tucked into my hat, and you would had thought I was a boy, just by looking at me.

"So how are you finding the book?" Klopp asked, as he sorted mail into the small boxes. "That was my first medicine book."

I can't believe you memorized all this stuff," I was reading a recipe on medicine for colds, "I think I could even make some of this, you know for when the boys get cold during the winter."

"I'll buy the ingredients tomorrow, and see how you do, with it," He looked towards the door, and smiled, "Hey there Bumlets, how's your brother Dimples, doing?"

"He's alright, he's better now, no more fever," Bumlets had black hair, tanned skin, and from what I was able to tell brown eyes. He was handsome, like some of the other boys her. He looked at me, and smiled, "I'm Bumlets," he held out his hand towards me.

I stared at it for a second, before taking it into my own, "I'm Flower, please to meet you."

He stared at me surprised, still holding on to my hand, "You're a girl."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, I am a girl, good eyes you got."

The shock seemed to wear off quickly, as he laughed along with me, "Sorry, the only girl Newsie I seen lives in Queens."

"There are girls in the Bronx," My cousin added, as he came into the building, he rest his arm on my leg, "I see you met Flower."

The other guy was staring at my cousins arm resting on my knee, and took a step back, "So you two been together long?"

I got ready to say something, when my cousin interrupted my answer.

"We known each other for a long time," He answered, kind of honestly.

I pushed his arm off my leg, as I hopped off the counter, and stood on my own. I smiled at Bumlets, "Yeah, he's my cousin."

"Oh, didn't know Snitch had any family alive," he looked back at my cousin.

Snitch just shrugged his shoulder, "Well yeah, now you do." He shoved past Bumlets, and hurried up the stairs.

I just shook my head, before walking up the stairs with Bumlets, "I apologize, he has been acting weird, according to the other boys since my parents death."

"Maybe it was you, who has him acting the way he has been," Bumlets suggested with a smirk, "So how old are you anyways?"

"I am sixteen," I answered honestly, didn't see the point of hiding my age, no matter how much my mother suggested otherwise.

His bunk happened to be the top, next to where my bed was located, he jumped on top looking down at me, "Well Flower, welcome to our garden of weeds?" He winked at me before laying in his bed.

"Wait, Bumlets, how old are you?" I asked, thinking it was only fair. I had climbed into my bed, not even bothering with changing out of my clothes.

He didn't bother peaking over as he answered, "I will tell you when it matters."

I just stared at his bunk confused, but just rolled over, since he wasn't going to tell me anyways. I felt myself smiling to myself.

oOoOoOoOo

A WEEK AND A HALF LATER

"Why would I need my own room?" I looked at the judge, and back over at Kloppman.

"A young woman needs her own room," The judge answered, he recognized me as soon as I stepped into the courtroom, He gave me a sympathetic smile, "Hello Miss Monahan, glad to see you very much alive."

"Enough with the pleasantries, Judger Anderson," Kloppman said in a business like matter. "After today, Miss Monahan died with her family, she will be a Kloppman after this meeting," Kloppman glanced at me, before looking back at the judge, "You been good to help me, and I am always glad to return the favor."

The judge signed the paper, handed it over to Kloppman, and hit his gravel against his stand, "You are now recognized as, Roselyne Kloppman," he looked at Kloppman, "She is now your daughter, you better have a room for her, away from the rest of those young men."

"I had that matter taken care of this morning," Kloppman shook the judges hand, and started to lead me out of the court room.

"Miss Kloppman, this is yours," The judge hurried to catch up to us, he had an envelope in his hands, "I knew you were coming from Mr. Kloppman's letter, and had this ready for you, so here is your fathers last will, and testament. Have a nice life."

oOoOoOoOo

"Hey there Flower, you alright?" Spot leaned against the open door, to where my new room was.

I was holding my fathers Will in my hand, with tears falling down my cheek, "Yes, I think I will be."

"So Klopp adopted you to," He looked around my mostly empty room, "Not much stuff here, is there?"

"Yeah, moved into this room today, not like I have my own furniture," I stared at Spot, wondering why he was still standing in the doorway, "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I might have a extra mirror in the Brooklyn Lodging House, I could send it here when I find the time," He stared at me, before coming into to sit in the only empty chair in the room, "So they treating you good here?"

I smiled as I thought about my new friends, before looking back at Spot, "Yes they are, so why are you here?"

"There's a poker game, so I came to play," He leaned back, and stared around the room, "So how does it feel having your cousin, as your brother now?"

I never even thought about that, which caused me laugh out loud, "That is a strange change of events, I am glad Crutchy is officially my family though, he is the closest thing to a best friend anyways. As for Snitch, I will always think of him as a cousin, and not a brother."

"I know that, I was only kidding about the brother thing," He smiled at me, as he stood back up, and headed towards my door, "If anyone ever hurts you, let know so I could soak them for you."

"Thank you Spot, but why are you being so nice to me?" I couldn't help but ask, "I talked to some of the other boys, and they told me that you usually only visit twice a month, two weeks apart. Yet since I have been here, I have seen you five times, in the last two weeks I been here."

He sighed stared at me with his piercing eyes, "Because my father is dead, and you were a part of that," he shut the door, and came back to sit beside me, "My father was the one who murdered your family, he threatened me the last time he saw me, telling me he would kill me if he ever escaped since I was the only witness to see him kill my mother. I lead the police to him, then ran away from there without a second glance."

"I didn't kill anyone though," I stared at him confused.

"No, but when you first woke up, your first words were that it was the guy who helped you escape," He gave me a half smile, "So I figured if that guy thought you were that important to protect you, by killing my father, then I should do the same."

I stood from my bed, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "Spot, will you please leave, and leave the door opened behind you.'

"Sorry," He genuinely sounded guilty, "Whatever my old man did, I just want you to know I hadn't seen him since I was eight. Since the night he killed my own mother, and I promise I am nothing like him."

I started to feel guilt, I turned around, and wrapped my arms around his neck, "You are not your father, I only known you for a couple weeks, but I am a pretty good judge of character, I am glad to have you looking out for me, and trust me you're nothing like that man who killed my family, and attacked me. I just feel uncomfortable being in a room with a closed door, that's all it is."

He straightened his shirt, before looking me in the eyes, he seemed to know I was telling the truth and smiled, "Thank you, it really means a lot to me, you saying that,'

I smiled back at him, "Thanks for being a good friend."

"Oh, don't let this conversation leave the room, don't want the other to know I was related to that psycho," He returned his usual stoic look, and headed out of my new room.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I called to him, smiling when I heard him laugh, followed by a cough to cover his amusement up.

A/N: Please review if you like it, and thanks for taking the time to read my fiction.