Chapter 13
Nothing had happened for a few days and Daggers was pretty sure that if Jamie had told her father he would have been here by now. Spot hadn't tried anything else and still no one knew about what Daggers had dubbed as 'The Kiss'. This was good because daggers had decided that if he tried anything else she would have to soak him, not that she'd be successful seeing as he was a good year older and at least a little bit stronger. Matter of fact she didn't see much of him at all. Now that she thought about it she was avoiding him.
"Hello Kathryn," Jamie said popping up next to her as she wandered the streets of Brooklyn. Daggers flinched he had said her name.
"Daggers, not Kathryn, we've been over this." She said without even looking at him. "Where you been?"
"Visiting friends," he replied coolly.
"Hmm," Daggers didn't feel like talking at the moment and Jamie as interrupting her thought process that revolved around why she was avoiding Spot.
"You know your father isn't as mean as you make him-"
Daggers stopped dead then in one fluid motion had Jamie pushed up against the nearest wall.
"I would not do that if I were you," Jamie replied, there wasn't even the slightest hint of fear in his voice.
"That's why you're not me," Daggers hissed before two cops pulled her off him.
"Your father insisted I bring along someone to protect me. Seeing as we were kidnapped by a couple of roof looking boys by order of their leader. Fortunately for us I escaped." Jamie said motioning to the cops who had a firm hold on Daggers. "Of course there was a price seeing as I had to fight of the guard to get away and he broke my nose."
Daggers smiled despite herself; she was glad that she had not only caused him physical pain by punching him but also broke his nose.
"You little bastard," Daggers said when she was done smiled and gave him a death glare.
"Now if you'll excuse these kind officers will escort you back to your residence, and I must testify as to which of the newsies were involved in the kidnapping." Jamie said leaving Daggers with the cops which started to drag her towards a carriage.
Daggers twisted and squirmed so the officers thought she was trying to get away but really she was reaching for a knife. As soon as it was in her hand she stopped holding her own weight and the cops had to reposition their grip. In the moment when they lessened their grip she jerked forward and was free long enough to wave her knife in their faces causing them to back up. Their hesitation was just what Daggers needed and she was gone. Running through the streets quickly finding little places grown men could not easily fit through in the end she had ditched them and was off to warn Spot and the others.
Running as quickly as she could towards the dock which was where Spot undoubtedly was. She knew the streets a lot better than Jamie but he had a head start and that could prove faulty to her plan. Her stomach fell as she reached the dock and Jamie had Spot pinned up against Spot's crate. She watched from a distance as Spot was arrested. After they had dragged him off Daggers slumped to ground letting tears fall for the first time since Stev had run away leaving her to deal with her parents on her own.
The rest of the day Daggers warned all the newsies Jamie had had a grudge against away from the dock and the warehouse. To the rest she advised to keep on their guard but still act normal around Jamie. That night she wasn't sure where to go, she couldn't go to the warehouse to sleep, Jamie and his cops were watching it and she didn't have anywhere else to go. Thinking back she tired to remember what she had done before she had come to Brooklyn. There had been that one night in Manhattan and before that she had just slept on the streets. After a lot of thought she settled Manhattan, though she had to wonder where Flame, Hour, and Stev were sleeping.
The walk to Manhattan was considerably shortened by ride given to her by some guy named Denton. He'd said something about the strike but daggers was too busy to thinking about what she was going to do to listen.
Getting out carriage Daggers made her way to the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. She honestly hoped they'd let her sleep there the night without much questioning. She didn't feel like explaining the story to anyone at the moment. When she arrived nearly all the boys were upstairs and the caretaker Mr. Kloppman agreed willingly to let her sleep their, mind you he thought she was a he.
"'Ey Daggers, what'cha doing heah?" asked Racetrack as she stepped into the dormitory.
"Problems in Brooklyn, just need a place to stay for the night," Daggers replied quickly not wanting to say more.
"What kinda problems?" Jack asked appearing.
"Problems wit the bulls," she replied challenging jack with her eyes to ask anymore questions, he accepted her challenge head on.
"Spot usually takes care of da bulls," Jack replied raising an eyebrow in question.
"Spot was the one they caught first," Daggers replied doing the best to appear tough and keep back the stream of tears wanting to come pouring down.
The newsies all stared at her dumbfounded. All the ones that had ignored her previously had turned to look at her.
"De bulls caught Spot?" echoed through the room shattering the silence.
"Spot's never been caught by de bulls besides dat one time at the rally," Jack said looking Daggers over carefully.
Daggers shrugged, holding back the tears the best she could.
"Well then we best break 'im out," Jack said looking daggers in the eye. "Come on Daggers, lets go." Jack grabbed a rope and motioned towards the door.
Nothing had happened for a few days and Daggers was pretty sure that if Jamie had told her father he would have been here by now. Spot hadn't tried anything else and still no one knew about what Daggers had dubbed as 'The Kiss'. This was good because daggers had decided that if he tried anything else she would have to soak him, not that she'd be successful seeing as he was a good year older and at least a little bit stronger. Matter of fact she didn't see much of him at all. Now that she thought about it she was avoiding him.
"Hello Kathryn," Jamie said popping up next to her as she wandered the streets of Brooklyn. Daggers flinched he had said her name.
"Daggers, not Kathryn, we've been over this." She said without even looking at him. "Where you been?"
"Visiting friends," he replied coolly.
"Hmm," Daggers didn't feel like talking at the moment and Jamie as interrupting her thought process that revolved around why she was avoiding Spot.
"You know your father isn't as mean as you make him-"
Daggers stopped dead then in one fluid motion had Jamie pushed up against the nearest wall.
"I would not do that if I were you," Jamie replied, there wasn't even the slightest hint of fear in his voice.
"That's why you're not me," Daggers hissed before two cops pulled her off him.
"Your father insisted I bring along someone to protect me. Seeing as we were kidnapped by a couple of roof looking boys by order of their leader. Fortunately for us I escaped." Jamie said motioning to the cops who had a firm hold on Daggers. "Of course there was a price seeing as I had to fight of the guard to get away and he broke my nose."
Daggers smiled despite herself; she was glad that she had not only caused him physical pain by punching him but also broke his nose.
"You little bastard," Daggers said when she was done smiled and gave him a death glare.
"Now if you'll excuse these kind officers will escort you back to your residence, and I must testify as to which of the newsies were involved in the kidnapping." Jamie said leaving Daggers with the cops which started to drag her towards a carriage.
Daggers twisted and squirmed so the officers thought she was trying to get away but really she was reaching for a knife. As soon as it was in her hand she stopped holding her own weight and the cops had to reposition their grip. In the moment when they lessened their grip she jerked forward and was free long enough to wave her knife in their faces causing them to back up. Their hesitation was just what Daggers needed and she was gone. Running through the streets quickly finding little places grown men could not easily fit through in the end she had ditched them and was off to warn Spot and the others.
Running as quickly as she could towards the dock which was where Spot undoubtedly was. She knew the streets a lot better than Jamie but he had a head start and that could prove faulty to her plan. Her stomach fell as she reached the dock and Jamie had Spot pinned up against Spot's crate. She watched from a distance as Spot was arrested. After they had dragged him off Daggers slumped to ground letting tears fall for the first time since Stev had run away leaving her to deal with her parents on her own.
The rest of the day Daggers warned all the newsies Jamie had had a grudge against away from the dock and the warehouse. To the rest she advised to keep on their guard but still act normal around Jamie. That night she wasn't sure where to go, she couldn't go to the warehouse to sleep, Jamie and his cops were watching it and she didn't have anywhere else to go. Thinking back she tired to remember what she had done before she had come to Brooklyn. There had been that one night in Manhattan and before that she had just slept on the streets. After a lot of thought she settled Manhattan, though she had to wonder where Flame, Hour, and Stev were sleeping.
The walk to Manhattan was considerably shortened by ride given to her by some guy named Denton. He'd said something about the strike but daggers was too busy to thinking about what she was going to do to listen.
Getting out carriage Daggers made her way to the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. She honestly hoped they'd let her sleep there the night without much questioning. She didn't feel like explaining the story to anyone at the moment. When she arrived nearly all the boys were upstairs and the caretaker Mr. Kloppman agreed willingly to let her sleep their, mind you he thought she was a he.
"'Ey Daggers, what'cha doing heah?" asked Racetrack as she stepped into the dormitory.
"Problems in Brooklyn, just need a place to stay for the night," Daggers replied quickly not wanting to say more.
"What kinda problems?" Jack asked appearing.
"Problems wit the bulls," she replied challenging jack with her eyes to ask anymore questions, he accepted her challenge head on.
"Spot usually takes care of da bulls," Jack replied raising an eyebrow in question.
"Spot was the one they caught first," Daggers replied doing the best to appear tough and keep back the stream of tears wanting to come pouring down.
The newsies all stared at her dumbfounded. All the ones that had ignored her previously had turned to look at her.
"De bulls caught Spot?" echoed through the room shattering the silence.
"Spot's never been caught by de bulls besides dat one time at the rally," Jack said looking Daggers over carefully.
Daggers shrugged, holding back the tears the best she could.
"Well then we best break 'im out," Jack said looking daggers in the eye. "Come on Daggers, lets go." Jack grabbed a rope and motioned towards the door.
