Hey, sorry I've been gone so long. My laptop broke and I had to get a new one, and rewrite this entire chapter, and the chapters I'd written ahead. anyway, hope you guys like this chapter!
Amy strolled down the streets carrying her papes, as she made her way to a less busy part of the area. Passing through an alley, she caught sight of a shadow behind her. She turned too late. Someone grabbed her arm and swung it around holding it at an extremely uncomfortable angle, causing her to drop her papers. Normally, she would be able to take this guy down, but this was a new level. Like all he ever did was train for this kind of stuff.
"Well well. Looks like we got another Newsie, huh?" His voice was casual, as if we was making a normal conversation. But it quickly changed to a serious and terrifying tone as he tightened his grip on her.
"Now you listen here, do you know what I am?"
"An asshole." Amy retorted.
She suddenly was on the ground, her cheek stinging as she felt a bruise already from there.
"Wrong guess."
As he picked her up again he still managed to to stay out of her line of vision, leaving her unstable to see him.
"Listen here, I run this town. Me and my buds all do, and yous is not gonna do nuthin about it, got that? you better, cus I don't give many warnings."
With that he shoved her roughly to the ground and when she stood to look for him, she couldn't see him anymore.
Shakily, Amy stood. She wasn't used to this. Most guys that messed with her ended up hobbling away with bruises, but this guy was different. And it made her nervous.
Shoving her cap on her head, Amy walked off, leaving her ruined papers behind her.
It was nearly dark by the time Amy even got close to the lodging house. As she walked around she saw that all of the boys were already headed back from selling.
She tried to avoid letting them see her face, as she didn't know how bad it was at the moment, other than the fact that it hurt like hell.
She kept her head down, causing her to walk straight into Jack.
"Woah, Vegas what's the hur- Amy what happened?" He asked, seeing the dark purple bruise on her cheekbone.
"Oh, uh... I-" she sighed
"some guy thought he was a bad boy and decided to hit me. It'll be fine."
"Lemme see."
Jack insisted, trying to turn her gently to face him.
"No, jack it's ok."
But he finally grabbed both her arms and turned her to face him.
Jack was shocked at the large purple bruise just below her eye. It wasn't too dark yet, but he was sure that would change as the day went on. Amy's eyes avoided his own, shameful of either hiding it from him or from being able to get hit in the first place.
"Amy that's not 'ok' that's bad. And despite what you might say, it probably hurts."
"A little... But I can deal with it. I've had worse."
Jack immediately began to worry. She'd dealt with worse than this?
"We'll c'mon, let's get back to the house. Maybe Kloppman can do something about it."
As they walked, jack quizzed her about the scene and eventually the two ran into boots. Jack managed to make him believe that Amy's bruise was from a crate that fell off a pile and hit her.
"That's too bad, it looks like it hurts."
"Yeah, it'll go away eventually."
Jack sent boots and Amy to the lodging house saying he'll meet them there. As the two walked off Amy gave jack a thankful look for not telling boots about what really they were out of sight, jack looked around and finally found a Brooklyn newsie near the bridge. Jack sent him to Brooklyn with a message for spot and hopped it would get to him quickly.
When boots and Amy arrived at the lodging house, it was fairly empty, which was odd considering that most newsies were done selling by now.
"Oh, damn, I forgot! Everyone's having dinner at Tibbys tonight, c'mon Vegas, I bet we can get theah before it's too late."
Boots started pulling at Amy's arm, and the two made their way through Manhattan until they finally arrived at Tibbys. Most newsies were already there, and mush had a spot next to him for Vegas. She slid into the booth next to him and ordered some water to drink.
The Newsies noticed her shiner and she continued to play off the crate story. When she told mush, he gave her a doubtful look but said nothing.
When dinner was over, the Newsies headed home together, but Amy and mush held back behind them. Eventually mush amy and turned straight towards her.
"Vegas, you don't expect me to buy that crate story do you? I know yous coulda gotten out of the way. What happened?"
"That's what happened, mush. I sweah!"
Mush only narrowed his eyes at her.
"Fine! I- some guy hit me earlier today and I never saw him, okay? Happy now?" Vegas asked, frustrated.
"Happy? Vegas, how can I be happy when yous is hurt? Why wouldn't ya tell me the truth befoah?"
"I dunno" Amy sighed
"C'mon, let's keep goin, by now everyone else is probably theah"
Mush was correct, as when they walked into the lodging house, all the boys were going about their typical mischief. Almost as soon as they shut the door, jack was right next to Vegas.
"Vegas, c'mere, Kloppman wants to see ya for a second."
Jack lead Vegas to Kloppman who had a towel wrapped around some ice. After inspecting Vegas' bruise, he only decided she needed to keep ice on it for a while and it would be gone in a week or two.
Finally satisfied, jack led Amy to a table where race and a few of the newsies were playing poker. Race won, and started another game, with Vegas this time. As the game started, jack heard the door open. Knowing who it was, he looked at mush who followed him.
When they saw spot, he had an angered look, with eyes on fire. As soon as he saw the pair, his expression softened into concern and worry.
"Jack where's Amy? Is she alright?"
"More or less. She's playin poker with race."
Spot didn't waste a second as he quickly walked over to where the game was. Seeing his little sister with an ugly purple bruise on her cheek made him furious. Whoever did this would pay.
Eventually the game ended and Vegas noticed spot.
"Oh hey... I guess you heard huh?"
"Uh, yeah" spot said with sarcasm. "Amy, what happened?"
"Spot it's nothing big, forget about it."
Spots expression changed to a stern big brother.
" Amelia Parkers, I will not forget about it. Now you tell me what happened."
Defeated, Vegas told spot what happened.
" I'll soak im. I'll soak im and all 'is friends." He growled
"Spot please! It's not that bad, please, don't do anything. Sweah it. Please."
Spot looked at his little sister, who was currently clutching his shirt and sighed.
"Fine I sweah, but I'm giving EM a warning, and if they so much as look at you, you bettah tell me."
"I will spot. I sweah."
The king of Brooklyn nodded, and hugged his sister before sending her to bed. Vegas grumbled about being treated like a child, but went to bed anyway.
A few hours later, Spot sat in the center of the lodging house, watching the other newsies go about their games. Looking at the clock, he decided he should go check on Vegas. He climbed the ladder up to the room she shared with Mush and quietly looked inside. The bruise on his sister's cheek had grown and become a darker shade of purple. His eyes narrowed and he inwardly growled. If that bastard ever touched his sister again, they would certainly regret it.
OOOOOOOOOH. I really liked this chapter. I'll try to update soon. For those of you who love Romance, you'll see some of that next chapter, along with a bit of a plot twist... :) R&R
