Chapter # 3 summary:
In this chapter Gemini finally meet some Manhattan newsies it's going kinda slow but it should pick up after this chapter…
I stared at the ground watching it fly by, still trying to figure away out of my current predicament. I looked upon hearing a loud sneeze. The cops also seemed to notice.
"Go check it out Henry." The one to my left prompted the one on my right.
"Why? You go check it out." The one named Henry replied. Their grips on my arms loosened, I took this golden opportunity and tore away from them high tailing it to the gate. Just as I expected they followed, I scaled the gate as quickly as I could cutting my leg on one of the spikes in the process 'just great another problem, as if I didn't have enough already', I thought sarcastically.
I continued running long after I realized I had already lost them. There was too much adreline not too. I ran the rest of the way to the Bronx just wanting to get a hot shower and sleep till noon the next day. I got the Bronx at about 10:30 stopping only to look at the clock positioned high above on a near by building.
I walked through the doors and noticed the boys playing poker on the floor and smoking their cigarettes. Most of them were big guys, tuff looking and hard glares.
"Hey look what the cat dragged in." Pec's called in my direction. Pec's is Crooks right hand man and had been ever since Louisiana, but that's another story.
"That's a compliment compared to the piece of shit you are." I retorted angrily stopping up the stairs. I heard an echo of ooooo's from the boys that heard our conversation. When I reached the bunkroom I was greeted with the usual site, a few poker games here and there, groups of boys talking and laughing. Most of them were older, except Pete he was a small little boy, he just kinda hung out here and there, he was very sweet. But Crooks said he couldn't afford to have little weaklings in his gang if he was going to take on Brooklyn. I walked past all of the games and groups to get where the showers were.
"Hey Gem." Crooks put his arm up blocking the door to the washroom.
"Yea? Wha do ya want?" My patience had grown short. Looking past his arm I could see the sink dripping with water, and I couldn't remember the last time I had a really long good bath that made me feel clean.
"Whatcha doing?" His arm slipped off the wall and onto my shoulder
"Going to take a shower. I had a ruff day." I snapped at him, slapping his hand off my arm regretting it the moment I did it. The back of Crooks hand collided with my face hard enough to make me look away for a few seconds so I could regain my composure. Not letting my pain show I looked back into his icy eyes, making sure to keep my mouth shut, but let my mind yell the things I wanted to say.
"Dats for disrespecting me." His face softened again. He took me in his arms, as I stood motionless. He pulled away and looked back at me, all I could feel was the burning hand print on my face. He caressed the side of my cheek with his hand, I could tell he felt a little remorse. He kissed the top of my head then let me go. As his did I felt his warmth leave with him. I was once again cold and feeling dirty. "Go take yer shower. Then I want to see you in my room" he walked away not turning back.
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I woke up the next morning by myself, Crooks, and everyone else had already left and from what I could gather it was about noon. I walked out of the Bronx deciding to go to Manhattan seeing as to how I had already been in Queens and Brooklyn.
I reached Manhattan just before one, which meant I had made it there in pretty good time for not trying to anyway. I glanced around for newsies, not seeing to many I just preceded about my walk. .
I looked around at all the ladies and their children, all dressed in frilly white dresses holding pretty umbrellas. Pathetic I thought. But really I could feel my self wanting to be one of them. To have a perfect life where you didn't have to care about where you next meal came from or where your going to sleep a day from now, or about being jumped and not being able to fight off six guys. Then again there lives must have been really boring, plus most of them didn't get to choose their own future. I envied them for their money not their lives.
"Is this yours." I picked up a doll that had dropped at my feet. A little girl with dark hair took it from me. She wore a pink frilly dress and a pretty white hat.
"This is my dolly." The child yelled.
"Thief!!!" Her mother yelled in a frenzied manner. Just my luck! I thought wanting to kick the kid and her mother. Before I could say anything with my mouth, which lately seemed to run away with its self, a familiar shriek of a whistle rang through the air. Not looking back I ran forward dashing down the street. I heard them stop but I kept running as I looked back and turned the corner. Then with a THUD. I got knocked back wards
"Oh sorry I didn't see you there." I looked over and on the ground across from me saw a girl with dark black hair that reached past her shoulders to her mid back.
"Naw its my fault." I dismissed it not wishing to make conversation.
"Hey I know you'se! Your that girl from last night. You really saved our asses ya know." A tall boy with blond hair that swept sides of his face observed. He wore a red bandanna around his neck, I also noticed the papers tucked under his right arm… "a newsie" I concluded. He was very, very attractive, with light skin and beautiful lips… I realized I was staring at him and blushed slightly, which I never do.
"What are you talking about? I deffiantly never seen you before in my life." Finally answering his statement he held out his hand for me to take, but refused by getting off the ground by my self.
"Last night at the refuge you'se ran from the bulls giving us time to escape." He explained.
"What makes you think I did it for you. I was just trying to get out as much as you were?" The boy looked at me blankly, and then there was pregnant pause. The dark haired girl noticing his oblivious gaze elbowed him until he snapped out of his trance.
Bandana boy finally spoke again. "Nothing but you still saved our asses so if you'se ever need a place to stay the Manhattan LH owes you one. The names Jack Kelly, dis is Hawk and da silent one is Queens." For the first time I noticed the third one of their party. She was dark skinned and had long black curls. Very exotic looking.
"Da names…" I was interrupted by again the shrinking whistle of fate.
"Cheese it, and spread out!" Queens commanded saying something for the first time.
We all split up fast each running in our own directions. I ran back down the alley I had come from and headed back to the Bronx I had gotten in enough trouble for one day.
I reached the Bronx LH in good time, but was greeted by a horrifying site. I saw Crooks and some of his gang beating a smaller newsie.
"Hey Crooks whats going on?" I asked trying to keep my voice level.
"Gem get out of here!" He looked at me his eyes giving me a warning. Looking past him I saw who was on the ground. A little boy with bright red haired lay in a pool of blood. "Pete!" my head screamed. Pete was one of the littlest newsies. He had a good sense of humor and always made me laugh when I was angry or upset.
"Pete!" I ran to the little boy and cradled his bloody head in my arms. "What the hell is going on Crooks?" I demanded an answer.
"Pete's out. He's a spy for Spot! I saw them together talking. I shoulda known not to trust one of his."
"I was just talking to 'im I swear I didn't tell him nothing." The little boy cried. Crooks kicked him. I gasped feeling his body go limp in my arms. 'What was happening. I didn't expect this at all. Crooks a murder?' I stood up and punched crook's jaw with all my might. This knocked him back. I could see the rage in his eyes. I blocked his first punch but got the next three he threw. After being thrown on the ground from the force of his punched I got up and ran away just leaving Pete there. 'I'm such a coward' I thought as I ran mentally beating my self up.
I ran to Manhattan not knowing what else to do. I found a street corner to sleep in for the night. My mind raced visions and questions, mostly I was confused and knew Crooks would be looking for me, and quite frankly I didn't want to be found. Finally I fell asleep.
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"Hey you, girl! Wake Up!"….
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In this chapter Gemini finally meet some Manhattan newsies it's going kinda slow but it should pick up after this chapter…
I stared at the ground watching it fly by, still trying to figure away out of my current predicament. I looked upon hearing a loud sneeze. The cops also seemed to notice.
"Go check it out Henry." The one to my left prompted the one on my right.
"Why? You go check it out." The one named Henry replied. Their grips on my arms loosened, I took this golden opportunity and tore away from them high tailing it to the gate. Just as I expected they followed, I scaled the gate as quickly as I could cutting my leg on one of the spikes in the process 'just great another problem, as if I didn't have enough already', I thought sarcastically.
I continued running long after I realized I had already lost them. There was too much adreline not too. I ran the rest of the way to the Bronx just wanting to get a hot shower and sleep till noon the next day. I got the Bronx at about 10:30 stopping only to look at the clock positioned high above on a near by building.
I walked through the doors and noticed the boys playing poker on the floor and smoking their cigarettes. Most of them were big guys, tuff looking and hard glares.
"Hey look what the cat dragged in." Pec's called in my direction. Pec's is Crooks right hand man and had been ever since Louisiana, but that's another story.
"That's a compliment compared to the piece of shit you are." I retorted angrily stopping up the stairs. I heard an echo of ooooo's from the boys that heard our conversation. When I reached the bunkroom I was greeted with the usual site, a few poker games here and there, groups of boys talking and laughing. Most of them were older, except Pete he was a small little boy, he just kinda hung out here and there, he was very sweet. But Crooks said he couldn't afford to have little weaklings in his gang if he was going to take on Brooklyn. I walked past all of the games and groups to get where the showers were.
"Hey Gem." Crooks put his arm up blocking the door to the washroom.
"Yea? Wha do ya want?" My patience had grown short. Looking past his arm I could see the sink dripping with water, and I couldn't remember the last time I had a really long good bath that made me feel clean.
"Whatcha doing?" His arm slipped off the wall and onto my shoulder
"Going to take a shower. I had a ruff day." I snapped at him, slapping his hand off my arm regretting it the moment I did it. The back of Crooks hand collided with my face hard enough to make me look away for a few seconds so I could regain my composure. Not letting my pain show I looked back into his icy eyes, making sure to keep my mouth shut, but let my mind yell the things I wanted to say.
"Dats for disrespecting me." His face softened again. He took me in his arms, as I stood motionless. He pulled away and looked back at me, all I could feel was the burning hand print on my face. He caressed the side of my cheek with his hand, I could tell he felt a little remorse. He kissed the top of my head then let me go. As his did I felt his warmth leave with him. I was once again cold and feeling dirty. "Go take yer shower. Then I want to see you in my room" he walked away not turning back.
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I woke up the next morning by myself, Crooks, and everyone else had already left and from what I could gather it was about noon. I walked out of the Bronx deciding to go to Manhattan seeing as to how I had already been in Queens and Brooklyn.
I reached Manhattan just before one, which meant I had made it there in pretty good time for not trying to anyway. I glanced around for newsies, not seeing to many I just preceded about my walk. .
I looked around at all the ladies and their children, all dressed in frilly white dresses holding pretty umbrellas. Pathetic I thought. But really I could feel my self wanting to be one of them. To have a perfect life where you didn't have to care about where you next meal came from or where your going to sleep a day from now, or about being jumped and not being able to fight off six guys. Then again there lives must have been really boring, plus most of them didn't get to choose their own future. I envied them for their money not their lives.
"Is this yours." I picked up a doll that had dropped at my feet. A little girl with dark hair took it from me. She wore a pink frilly dress and a pretty white hat.
"This is my dolly." The child yelled.
"Thief!!!" Her mother yelled in a frenzied manner. Just my luck! I thought wanting to kick the kid and her mother. Before I could say anything with my mouth, which lately seemed to run away with its self, a familiar shriek of a whistle rang through the air. Not looking back I ran forward dashing down the street. I heard them stop but I kept running as I looked back and turned the corner. Then with a THUD. I got knocked back wards
"Oh sorry I didn't see you there." I looked over and on the ground across from me saw a girl with dark black hair that reached past her shoulders to her mid back.
"Naw its my fault." I dismissed it not wishing to make conversation.
"Hey I know you'se! Your that girl from last night. You really saved our asses ya know." A tall boy with blond hair that swept sides of his face observed. He wore a red bandanna around his neck, I also noticed the papers tucked under his right arm… "a newsie" I concluded. He was very, very attractive, with light skin and beautiful lips… I realized I was staring at him and blushed slightly, which I never do.
"What are you talking about? I deffiantly never seen you before in my life." Finally answering his statement he held out his hand for me to take, but refused by getting off the ground by my self.
"Last night at the refuge you'se ran from the bulls giving us time to escape." He explained.
"What makes you think I did it for you. I was just trying to get out as much as you were?" The boy looked at me blankly, and then there was pregnant pause. The dark haired girl noticing his oblivious gaze elbowed him until he snapped out of his trance.
Bandana boy finally spoke again. "Nothing but you still saved our asses so if you'se ever need a place to stay the Manhattan LH owes you one. The names Jack Kelly, dis is Hawk and da silent one is Queens." For the first time I noticed the third one of their party. She was dark skinned and had long black curls. Very exotic looking.
"Da names…" I was interrupted by again the shrinking whistle of fate.
"Cheese it, and spread out!" Queens commanded saying something for the first time.
We all split up fast each running in our own directions. I ran back down the alley I had come from and headed back to the Bronx I had gotten in enough trouble for one day.
I reached the Bronx LH in good time, but was greeted by a horrifying site. I saw Crooks and some of his gang beating a smaller newsie.
"Hey Crooks whats going on?" I asked trying to keep my voice level.
"Gem get out of here!" He looked at me his eyes giving me a warning. Looking past him I saw who was on the ground. A little boy with bright red haired lay in a pool of blood. "Pete!" my head screamed. Pete was one of the littlest newsies. He had a good sense of humor and always made me laugh when I was angry or upset.
"Pete!" I ran to the little boy and cradled his bloody head in my arms. "What the hell is going on Crooks?" I demanded an answer.
"Pete's out. He's a spy for Spot! I saw them together talking. I shoulda known not to trust one of his."
"I was just talking to 'im I swear I didn't tell him nothing." The little boy cried. Crooks kicked him. I gasped feeling his body go limp in my arms. 'What was happening. I didn't expect this at all. Crooks a murder?' I stood up and punched crook's jaw with all my might. This knocked him back. I could see the rage in his eyes. I blocked his first punch but got the next three he threw. After being thrown on the ground from the force of his punched I got up and ran away just leaving Pete there. 'I'm such a coward' I thought as I ran mentally beating my self up.
I ran to Manhattan not knowing what else to do. I found a street corner to sleep in for the night. My mind raced visions and questions, mostly I was confused and knew Crooks would be looking for me, and quite frankly I didn't want to be found. Finally I fell asleep.
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"Hey you, girl! Wake Up!"….
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