Chapter 4- Always , forever, We'll be together
Disclaimer- I don't own the newsies:( (But Disney doesn't either!
the ghosts of the newsies have the right to still own ther name!)
It had been a week since Race found Diahan. She still refused to tell
them anything about the attack.
An abandoned building in lower Manhattan...
A man , about 36 or 37, was lounging on an old couch. He gazed around the room.
He saw the broken glass beer bottles strewn everywhere. He saw the banna peels
and other rotten food leftovers.He saw the rats and insects that trashed the apartment.
He saw the bodies of his five children lying in pools of blood. At first he thought
this image was complete. Then he realized it was missing something. He felt the dirty
Knife in his pocket. He tried to kill her. But she had gotten away. It was missing...
"Diahan!" Race called up the stairs. "We'll be late for da show!"
Every Saturday , Race, Blink, and Mush would go to irving Hall To see Medda preform.
This time they were going to take Diahan. "I'll get 'er," Blink said to them as he headed up the stairs.
Race gave him a look of Dissaproval. He was kind of upset that his friend had taken "His" girl.
"Diahan , you's ready?" Blink said as he knocked on her door. Kloppman had given her a room of her own to stay in.
Diahan was sitting on her bed looking at a picture of her Family. The way it used to be.
Before her Mother had , lets say , died from unexplained circumstances.
She shoved the picture in her drawer and checked herself in the mirror.
"I'm coming!" Just as she spoke blink entered. "Hope i's not invadin yer privacy , miss" he said smiling.
She stood up. "Not at all" she joked back. The looked at each other. Blink pulled her into a deep kiss.
"You two's comin!" Mush yelled from the bottom of the stairs, breaking their kiss.
They smiled , and headed down the stairs.
When they got to Irving hall , they snuck in throught the back door.
"Hey kids!" Medda's voice rang out. "Aw medda , how's it been?" Race said as he took her hand and kissed it.
"Come on in , the shows starting!"
They entered the audience and found an empty table. Race tried to sit in Diahan's Booth but Blink got there first.
Mush saw the sour look on Race's face and sensed danger. "Look , da shows startin!" he said in an attempent to draw
Race's eyes away from Blink. This worked , however Race's eyes were now attached to Diahans , "Chest".
"High times , Hard Times," Medda began. She always started out with this song on Saturdays.
Everyone joined in happily. Even race who was now looking at Medda.
Or at least he was until Blink and Diahan started Dancing. "um.. Maybe we should go..." Mush sugested.
Race nodded. He didn't like be angry at Blink. If it were any other girl he would have been happy for him.
Not this one. She was speacial to Race. She wasn't the usual girl he would meet at the Tavern and sleep with her for one night and then she'd be gone.
She didn't care about money , or anything like that. Race thought that for once he deserved a girl like that.
For once.
Disclaimer- I don't own the newsies:( (But Disney doesn't either!
the ghosts of the newsies have the right to still own ther name!)
It had been a week since Race found Diahan. She still refused to tell
them anything about the attack.
An abandoned building in lower Manhattan...
A man , about 36 or 37, was lounging on an old couch. He gazed around the room.
He saw the broken glass beer bottles strewn everywhere. He saw the banna peels
and other rotten food leftovers.He saw the rats and insects that trashed the apartment.
He saw the bodies of his five children lying in pools of blood. At first he thought
this image was complete. Then he realized it was missing something. He felt the dirty
Knife in his pocket. He tried to kill her. But she had gotten away. It was missing...
"Diahan!" Race called up the stairs. "We'll be late for da show!"
Every Saturday , Race, Blink, and Mush would go to irving Hall To see Medda preform.
This time they were going to take Diahan. "I'll get 'er," Blink said to them as he headed up the stairs.
Race gave him a look of Dissaproval. He was kind of upset that his friend had taken "His" girl.
"Diahan , you's ready?" Blink said as he knocked on her door. Kloppman had given her a room of her own to stay in.
Diahan was sitting on her bed looking at a picture of her Family. The way it used to be.
Before her Mother had , lets say , died from unexplained circumstances.
She shoved the picture in her drawer and checked herself in the mirror.
"I'm coming!" Just as she spoke blink entered. "Hope i's not invadin yer privacy , miss" he said smiling.
She stood up. "Not at all" she joked back. The looked at each other. Blink pulled her into a deep kiss.
"You two's comin!" Mush yelled from the bottom of the stairs, breaking their kiss.
They smiled , and headed down the stairs.
When they got to Irving hall , they snuck in throught the back door.
"Hey kids!" Medda's voice rang out. "Aw medda , how's it been?" Race said as he took her hand and kissed it.
"Come on in , the shows starting!"
They entered the audience and found an empty table. Race tried to sit in Diahan's Booth but Blink got there first.
Mush saw the sour look on Race's face and sensed danger. "Look , da shows startin!" he said in an attempent to draw
Race's eyes away from Blink. This worked , however Race's eyes were now attached to Diahans , "Chest".
"High times , Hard Times," Medda began. She always started out with this song on Saturdays.
Everyone joined in happily. Even race who was now looking at Medda.
Or at least he was until Blink and Diahan started Dancing. "um.. Maybe we should go..." Mush sugested.
Race nodded. He didn't like be angry at Blink. If it were any other girl he would have been happy for him.
Not this one. She was speacial to Race. She wasn't the usual girl he would meet at the Tavern and sleep with her for one night and then she'd be gone.
She didn't care about money , or anything like that. Race thought that for once he deserved a girl like that.
For once.
