The next morning she awoke when the sun was already up in a high position.
She get up from the bed and saw Stone still asleep in the bed on the other
side of the room. She walked over and sat down on the bed. He didn't even
try anything. She thought. This was really new for her. And he had said she
could stay there. But this was only a dream. It was impossible for her that
she could stay there. Rick wouldn't let her. She arose from her seat and
walked over to the window.
"Oh Andrew, where are you?" She whispered and laid her small hand on the glass of the window.
It had become noon before Stone woke up and the others came in. When Scar saw Caitlin he shoot Stone a asking glare.
Stone took him out of the fire escape and pleased him not to tell anybody about her. Scar agreed and so Caitlin stayed in their room the whole Friday. This night when scar was already sleeping in his bed Stone told her to get to sleep.
"And where do you wanna sleep?"
"I'll take a chair."
"No way. The bed here is big enough. Don't look at me like this. It's not the first night I'm spending with a boy in the same bed!" Stone nodded and finally laid down next to her. Caitlin turned towards the wall after saying good night and was asleep very fast again. Stone slept on his back like he mostly did.
It was in the middle of the night when Stone awoke. He wasn't sure why at first until he noticed someone moving next to him. He turned his head and looked at Caitlin. She was turning from one side to another not staying calm for even a few minutes. Finally she turned around towards him. Her face was near his shoulder and her hand was searching him. When she had found his chest, she rested her hand on it and let her head follow. Stone hesitated before he wrapped his arm around her small body and pulled her closer. Caitlin cuddled up to him and sighed.
The weekend went on just like this. Stone hadn't gone to sell papes on Friday and Saturday but had stayed with Caitlin in the Lodging House. The had gotten to know each other better. Stone had told her how he had ended up here. That his mother had died giving him birth and that his dad had been murdered by a drunk when Stone was seven. Since this time, he was a newsie.
Caitlin had told him that she had left Scotland with her parents and her brother when she was ten.
"Where are your parents now?"
"Somewhere on the ground of the Atlantic." Caitlin shrugged swallowing down the tears.
"I'm sorry." Stone whispered while he pulled her close to himself. They were sitting on the bed. Stone against the wall and Caitlin against Stone.
"Did your brother died too while you were coming here?" Stone asked gently.
"No. We were staying at an aunt of us. But she was already very old. Well, she wasn't our aunt, but my father's. She was in her seventies when we came here. When she died we ran away to not get send into an orphanage. Well we lost each other and since than, we never saw each other again. This was three years ago." Now Caitlin couldn't hold back her tears. Stone turned her around and let her cry against his shoulder. It was the first time since she lived on the street that she cried in front of someone. But also, this was the first time since she had lost her brother that someone cared for her.
It was on Sunday afternoon when Iron saw her. They were sitting on the bed again. Scar and Stone taught her how to play poker when Iron walked in. His eyes were narrowed at the boys until he saw Caitlin.
"Hey, who do we have here?" He asked grinning at Caitlin. Scar looked from Stone to Caitlin and to Iron. The fifteen year old boy was just since three weeks with Iron's boys and he was curious what was going to happen now. Iron took Caitlin's hand and kissed it still this grin on his face and a look of a hungry wolf in his green eyes.
"Stone, don't you want us to introduce?" Iron looked at him with a fake friendly smile. Not really! Stone thought but answered
"Caitlin this is Iron, Iron this is Caitlin." He watched suspicious how Iron acted.
"So, where did Stone pick up such a lovely girl like you?" His gaze on her becoming worse any moment. Caitlin looked slightly scared at Stone.
"Rick…" Stone wasn't able to tell more. Iron's face let know very easy what thought were going through his mind.
"She's going back tomorrow morning!" Iron raised his eyebrow at Stone.
"What did you came in here for Iron?" Scar tried to stop the upcoming fight right there.
"Doesn't matter now." With this he left the room.
The news were heard all over the Bronx in less than an hour that evening. Rick Callaghan had been murdered. Stone couldn't but think it had been Iron, or at least, that he had given the order.
Well, at least, so Caitlin would stay with them. But was this really such a good thing? The whole night he was awake thinking about the pros and cons of her staying.
In the next six months Iron stayed away from Caitlin. Or better said, Stone didn't give him the slightest chance of coming near her in any way. Caitlin became less worried in this time. Also her body changed. She wasn't the slightest bit skinny anymore. She and Stone became close friends. He was like an older brother to her. Brother. Every now and then she still got calm and her eyes had a sad look in them. She wished she would know where her brother was.
One night The traditional poker-game of the Bronx newsies was taken place in Iron's lodging house. It was almost dawn and the newsies had played the whole night. Caitlin was upstairs laying in bed and trying to sleep but the noise from downstairs wouldn't let her. About six in the morning she decided to go downstairs. She was just in the middle of the stairs when she thought her heart would jump out of her chest.
Highland McEvans sat on a table with Stone, Iron and one of Highlands own boys, Gray.
His darkbrown eyes were gazing on his cards. His red hair was short cut but still showing hints of curls. When he felt someone watching him he looked up towards the stairs and saw the most beautiful girl standing there he had ever seen. Out of reflex he grabbed the medallion that was around his neck, showing his family's coat of arms.
Stone noticed that Highland next to him was looking at something and also looked up. He saw Caitlin standing there in shock and looked from her to the read hair Bronx leader. A little smile cracked on his face. They seem to have fallen head over heels.
Caitlin's eyes were wide and her mouth was open. She tried to say something, but no word left her lips. This is impossible… can't be true… that's…
She took step for step and came down the stairs.
Highland arose slowly from his seat. Everybody had noticed them by now and all were looking at them confused.
"Andrew?" Caitlin whispered still not really believing what she saw. Highland smiled at her and stepped towards her wrapping his arms around her body.
"I thought I had lost you forever, Cait." He said in the Scottish accent he hadn't used in a while.
"Oh Andy!" Caitlin throw her arms around her brothers neck and laid her head against his chest…
Stone sat there and looked a hole in the wall behind Blink. He shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Everything should have become better from this morning. Caitlin had found her brother. And the fact that he was the leader of the Bronx, Iron should stay away from her., Well, should but everything just went worse…
"Oh Andrew, where are you?" She whispered and laid her small hand on the glass of the window.
It had become noon before Stone woke up and the others came in. When Scar saw Caitlin he shoot Stone a asking glare.
Stone took him out of the fire escape and pleased him not to tell anybody about her. Scar agreed and so Caitlin stayed in their room the whole Friday. This night when scar was already sleeping in his bed Stone told her to get to sleep.
"And where do you wanna sleep?"
"I'll take a chair."
"No way. The bed here is big enough. Don't look at me like this. It's not the first night I'm spending with a boy in the same bed!" Stone nodded and finally laid down next to her. Caitlin turned towards the wall after saying good night and was asleep very fast again. Stone slept on his back like he mostly did.
It was in the middle of the night when Stone awoke. He wasn't sure why at first until he noticed someone moving next to him. He turned his head and looked at Caitlin. She was turning from one side to another not staying calm for even a few minutes. Finally she turned around towards him. Her face was near his shoulder and her hand was searching him. When she had found his chest, she rested her hand on it and let her head follow. Stone hesitated before he wrapped his arm around her small body and pulled her closer. Caitlin cuddled up to him and sighed.
The weekend went on just like this. Stone hadn't gone to sell papes on Friday and Saturday but had stayed with Caitlin in the Lodging House. The had gotten to know each other better. Stone had told her how he had ended up here. That his mother had died giving him birth and that his dad had been murdered by a drunk when Stone was seven. Since this time, he was a newsie.
Caitlin had told him that she had left Scotland with her parents and her brother when she was ten.
"Where are your parents now?"
"Somewhere on the ground of the Atlantic." Caitlin shrugged swallowing down the tears.
"I'm sorry." Stone whispered while he pulled her close to himself. They were sitting on the bed. Stone against the wall and Caitlin against Stone.
"Did your brother died too while you were coming here?" Stone asked gently.
"No. We were staying at an aunt of us. But she was already very old. Well, she wasn't our aunt, but my father's. She was in her seventies when we came here. When she died we ran away to not get send into an orphanage. Well we lost each other and since than, we never saw each other again. This was three years ago." Now Caitlin couldn't hold back her tears. Stone turned her around and let her cry against his shoulder. It was the first time since she lived on the street that she cried in front of someone. But also, this was the first time since she had lost her brother that someone cared for her.
It was on Sunday afternoon when Iron saw her. They were sitting on the bed again. Scar and Stone taught her how to play poker when Iron walked in. His eyes were narrowed at the boys until he saw Caitlin.
"Hey, who do we have here?" He asked grinning at Caitlin. Scar looked from Stone to Caitlin and to Iron. The fifteen year old boy was just since three weeks with Iron's boys and he was curious what was going to happen now. Iron took Caitlin's hand and kissed it still this grin on his face and a look of a hungry wolf in his green eyes.
"Stone, don't you want us to introduce?" Iron looked at him with a fake friendly smile. Not really! Stone thought but answered
"Caitlin this is Iron, Iron this is Caitlin." He watched suspicious how Iron acted.
"So, where did Stone pick up such a lovely girl like you?" His gaze on her becoming worse any moment. Caitlin looked slightly scared at Stone.
"Rick…" Stone wasn't able to tell more. Iron's face let know very easy what thought were going through his mind.
"She's going back tomorrow morning!" Iron raised his eyebrow at Stone.
"What did you came in here for Iron?" Scar tried to stop the upcoming fight right there.
"Doesn't matter now." With this he left the room.
The news were heard all over the Bronx in less than an hour that evening. Rick Callaghan had been murdered. Stone couldn't but think it had been Iron, or at least, that he had given the order.
Well, at least, so Caitlin would stay with them. But was this really such a good thing? The whole night he was awake thinking about the pros and cons of her staying.
In the next six months Iron stayed away from Caitlin. Or better said, Stone didn't give him the slightest chance of coming near her in any way. Caitlin became less worried in this time. Also her body changed. She wasn't the slightest bit skinny anymore. She and Stone became close friends. He was like an older brother to her. Brother. Every now and then she still got calm and her eyes had a sad look in them. She wished she would know where her brother was.
One night The traditional poker-game of the Bronx newsies was taken place in Iron's lodging house. It was almost dawn and the newsies had played the whole night. Caitlin was upstairs laying in bed and trying to sleep but the noise from downstairs wouldn't let her. About six in the morning she decided to go downstairs. She was just in the middle of the stairs when she thought her heart would jump out of her chest.
Highland McEvans sat on a table with Stone, Iron and one of Highlands own boys, Gray.
His darkbrown eyes were gazing on his cards. His red hair was short cut but still showing hints of curls. When he felt someone watching him he looked up towards the stairs and saw the most beautiful girl standing there he had ever seen. Out of reflex he grabbed the medallion that was around his neck, showing his family's coat of arms.
Stone noticed that Highland next to him was looking at something and also looked up. He saw Caitlin standing there in shock and looked from her to the read hair Bronx leader. A little smile cracked on his face. They seem to have fallen head over heels.
Caitlin's eyes were wide and her mouth was open. She tried to say something, but no word left her lips. This is impossible… can't be true… that's…
She took step for step and came down the stairs.
Highland arose slowly from his seat. Everybody had noticed them by now and all were looking at them confused.
"Andrew?" Caitlin whispered still not really believing what she saw. Highland smiled at her and stepped towards her wrapping his arms around her body.
"I thought I had lost you forever, Cait." He said in the Scottish accent he hadn't used in a while.
"Oh Andy!" Caitlin throw her arms around her brothers neck and laid her head against his chest…
Stone sat there and looked a hole in the wall behind Blink. He shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Everything should have become better from this morning. Caitlin had found her brother. And the fact that he was the leader of the Bronx, Iron should stay away from her., Well, should but everything just went worse…