Chapter 2
"Ya damn right I'm lookin' fa my kid! What da hell would I be doin'? Huh? What the fuck is goin' on anyway? You people don't know what youse is doin'! I want you ta help me find my son! Now!" Penny Chamberson pounded her fist into the table at the police station. No one was helping her at all. There was only one person on duty, and he was a desk clerk.
"I only do desk work." The man picked up a chicken leg that was placed beside some papers. He bit into it.
"Desk work my ass! You're supposed to help people! Get some fucking cop out here!"
"It's midnight lady. Dey's all in der beds 'cept fa me. Nobody's gonna come in fa another 3 or 4 hours. Just fuhgettaboutit." A few chunks of food came out of his mouth.
"I don't beliee' dis!" Penny threw a black and white picture of Ben on the table. It was taken last year near a fishing pond. Ben was holding a giant fish and Penny was holding a big, black shoe. The cop took it in his hand and stared at it. Then he picked up a missing form and started to fill it out. "Ay!" Penny screamed, "Ya fillin' out what I look like! What the fuck is your problem? Whateva'! I'll find him myself!" She grabbed the picture from the man.
"Wait! Why do you think your son would run away?" the officer asked.
Penny rolled her eyes, stating, "How do I know?"
"'Cause you're da Mudda'?" The man eyed the last bite of his chicken.
"Well, maybe he did sumpin'…"
"Did you get in a fight?"
Penny shrugged. "He says I work too much, but…"
The officer crossed his arms. "Where do you work?" He shoved the last bite of chicken in his mouth.
"Irving Hall. I dance der." She tilted her head, making perfect eye contact with the man.
His eyebrows rose and he looked down at some papers on the table, skimming through them, avoiding Penny's eyes.
Penny flung her arms up and stormed out of the office. "Damn police neva' know what they's doin'!" she bellowed into the quiet, wet night.
"Ya right about dat. Da bulls only eat and talk shit."
"Ay." Penny stared at a young man, Racetrack. She walked past him, crying out Ben's name every few seconds.
Racetrack caught up to her. "Youse lookin' fa Ben?" he inquired.
"What have you done to him?" she boomed. She grabbed his collar and pulled him up.
Racetrack coughed a little and stood on his tiptoes. "I… didn't do… nuttin'!" he got out.
Penny dropped him. "How do you know Ben?"
"I jus' met him and took him to da newsie lodgin' house. Honest. I jus' came out fa anudda' walk, hopin' ta find you. I knew somebody's be lookin' fa him," he explained.
Penny dashed to the lodging house. "You know," she called back to Racetrack, "my uncle is da owner'a dis place!"
Racetrack's mouth dropped and he froze. "Kloppman," he whispered. He bit his lip and went in after Penny.
Read on!!!
BTW: I wasn't too sure if they had police stations or what they called the police dudes, besides "da bulls!" in NEWSIES… lol… Anyway, I didn't want to give off false information. Anything else that might be wrong… I apologize. Please R & R!
"Ya damn right I'm lookin' fa my kid! What da hell would I be doin'? Huh? What the fuck is goin' on anyway? You people don't know what youse is doin'! I want you ta help me find my son! Now!" Penny Chamberson pounded her fist into the table at the police station. No one was helping her at all. There was only one person on duty, and he was a desk clerk.
"I only do desk work." The man picked up a chicken leg that was placed beside some papers. He bit into it.
"Desk work my ass! You're supposed to help people! Get some fucking cop out here!"
"It's midnight lady. Dey's all in der beds 'cept fa me. Nobody's gonna come in fa another 3 or 4 hours. Just fuhgettaboutit." A few chunks of food came out of his mouth.
"I don't beliee' dis!" Penny threw a black and white picture of Ben on the table. It was taken last year near a fishing pond. Ben was holding a giant fish and Penny was holding a big, black shoe. The cop took it in his hand and stared at it. Then he picked up a missing form and started to fill it out. "Ay!" Penny screamed, "Ya fillin' out what I look like! What the fuck is your problem? Whateva'! I'll find him myself!" She grabbed the picture from the man.
"Wait! Why do you think your son would run away?" the officer asked.
Penny rolled her eyes, stating, "How do I know?"
"'Cause you're da Mudda'?" The man eyed the last bite of his chicken.
"Well, maybe he did sumpin'…"
"Did you get in a fight?"
Penny shrugged. "He says I work too much, but…"
The officer crossed his arms. "Where do you work?" He shoved the last bite of chicken in his mouth.
"Irving Hall. I dance der." She tilted her head, making perfect eye contact with the man.
His eyebrows rose and he looked down at some papers on the table, skimming through them, avoiding Penny's eyes.
Penny flung her arms up and stormed out of the office. "Damn police neva' know what they's doin'!" she bellowed into the quiet, wet night.
"Ya right about dat. Da bulls only eat and talk shit."
"Ay." Penny stared at a young man, Racetrack. She walked past him, crying out Ben's name every few seconds.
Racetrack caught up to her. "Youse lookin' fa Ben?" he inquired.
"What have you done to him?" she boomed. She grabbed his collar and pulled him up.
Racetrack coughed a little and stood on his tiptoes. "I… didn't do… nuttin'!" he got out.
Penny dropped him. "How do you know Ben?"
"I jus' met him and took him to da newsie lodgin' house. Honest. I jus' came out fa anudda' walk, hopin' ta find you. I knew somebody's be lookin' fa him," he explained.
Penny dashed to the lodging house. "You know," she called back to Racetrack, "my uncle is da owner'a dis place!"
Racetrack's mouth dropped and he froze. "Kloppman," he whispered. He bit his lip and went in after Penny.
Read on!!!
BTW: I wasn't too sure if they had police stations or what they called the police dudes, besides "da bulls!" in NEWSIES… lol… Anyway, I didn't want to give off false information. Anything else that might be wrong… I apologize. Please R & R!