Chapter 2
Jack slowly walked into the lodging house. He just came from dinner at the Jacob's house. Sarah wanted to talk to him after dessert so they stepped on the fire escape. Jack remembered the exact words she said to him.
"Jack, I think we should break up." True it hurt him to think about her but he would probably get over it. Besides, he couldn't stand Spot telling him how ugly and annoying she was. (Sorry if I offended anyone but I can't stand Sarah so I decided to write her out of the story as much as possible.) Suddenly Kid ran out of the Lodging House.
"Jack! Jack, there's something wrong with Race!" He screamed.
Immediately Jack's face paled as he ran inside.
"I don't know what's wrong with him. He was fine this morning until the circus went by. Since then, he hasn't sold any papes and he hasn't eaten all day. He didn't even go to the races!" Informed Kid. Jack quickly began to pick up his pace.
After all Race was practically his little brother. They ran into the bunkroom and what Jack saw almost made up stop breathing. There sat Race on his bunk, breathing heavily with his hands running through his hair. Jack saw there was a coat of sweat on his face and the skin that was showing. Jack walked over to Race and put his arm around him. Race immediately jumped but calmed down when he saw who it was.
"What's wrong Race?" Jack asked.
"I saw her." He answered.
"Her who?" It was obvious that all of the newsies in the room was wondering the same thing.
"I saw Chrys." Said Race as he pulled out his pocket watch. Jack opened it and saw the engraving inside.
"Help me Jack." Race whispered.
"Help you what?" Jack was clearly now confused.
"Help me get her out of New York. She wasn't supposed to come back. We made a deal. I could be dead because she's here." Race was obviously scared but Jack didn't know how much.
"Why? What's going on?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Race sat on his bed and curled his knees up to his chest.
"I bet you didn't know I was in the refuge before, huh?" Race said.
"What?!" Boots nearly screamed before Jack stopped him.
"I was caught stealing a cigah. They threw me in the refuge. Then I met Chrys. She was caught picking pockets. We were the best of friends. Then one day when we were bringing food to Snyder, and we saw something we weren't supposed to see. Something bad." Jack noticed that Race was so scared that he was squeezing the cigar in his hand so much that it was now a useless lump.
"What did you see?" Mush asked.
Race's head suddenly jerked up and his eyes widened.
"No," he murmured. "You weren't supposed to know." Suddenly he jumped up and started to run but Kid grabbed his arm.
"No!" Race screamed desperately trying to get away. Suddenly the room started spinning and Race's knees gave away as he collapsed.
(A/N: In my next chapter, I'm going to write a flashback)
Jack slowly walked into the lodging house. He just came from dinner at the Jacob's house. Sarah wanted to talk to him after dessert so they stepped on the fire escape. Jack remembered the exact words she said to him.
"Jack, I think we should break up." True it hurt him to think about her but he would probably get over it. Besides, he couldn't stand Spot telling him how ugly and annoying she was. (Sorry if I offended anyone but I can't stand Sarah so I decided to write her out of the story as much as possible.) Suddenly Kid ran out of the Lodging House.
"Jack! Jack, there's something wrong with Race!" He screamed.
Immediately Jack's face paled as he ran inside.
"I don't know what's wrong with him. He was fine this morning until the circus went by. Since then, he hasn't sold any papes and he hasn't eaten all day. He didn't even go to the races!" Informed Kid. Jack quickly began to pick up his pace.
After all Race was practically his little brother. They ran into the bunkroom and what Jack saw almost made up stop breathing. There sat Race on his bunk, breathing heavily with his hands running through his hair. Jack saw there was a coat of sweat on his face and the skin that was showing. Jack walked over to Race and put his arm around him. Race immediately jumped but calmed down when he saw who it was.
"What's wrong Race?" Jack asked.
"I saw her." He answered.
"Her who?" It was obvious that all of the newsies in the room was wondering the same thing.
"I saw Chrys." Said Race as he pulled out his pocket watch. Jack opened it and saw the engraving inside.
"Help me Jack." Race whispered.
"Help you what?" Jack was clearly now confused.
"Help me get her out of New York. She wasn't supposed to come back. We made a deal. I could be dead because she's here." Race was obviously scared but Jack didn't know how much.
"Why? What's going on?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Race sat on his bed and curled his knees up to his chest.
"I bet you didn't know I was in the refuge before, huh?" Race said.
"What?!" Boots nearly screamed before Jack stopped him.
"I was caught stealing a cigah. They threw me in the refuge. Then I met Chrys. She was caught picking pockets. We were the best of friends. Then one day when we were bringing food to Snyder, and we saw something we weren't supposed to see. Something bad." Jack noticed that Race was so scared that he was squeezing the cigar in his hand so much that it was now a useless lump.
"What did you see?" Mush asked.
Race's head suddenly jerked up and his eyes widened.
"No," he murmured. "You weren't supposed to know." Suddenly he jumped up and started to run but Kid grabbed his arm.
"No!" Race screamed desperately trying to get away. Suddenly the room started spinning and Race's knees gave away as he collapsed.
(A/N: In my next chapter, I'm going to write a flashback)
