Until Tomorrow
Chapter 5: Beds
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, I just love them! Don't sue me....
Author's Note: I know, I know, it's been a while...well more than a while. I'm so busy with so much stuff. Well I'm going to try and write more now. Also, the rating might go up in later chapters. Sorry for the on and off dialects. Please review?
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Spot POV
As we entered the Brooklyn Lodging House, I put the kid down and I looked at him fully for the first time. The kid looked better in the dark. Blood was splattered on his clothes and all over his face. Range really did a number on this kid. His blond hair was tipped red in blood as well.
Race took a step toward the kid, "What's yah name?"
"M...Magnet." The kid looked scared out of his mind.
"Magnet, welcome to Brooklyn, you'se can stay heah as long as yah need tah. I'se Spot an' I'se the leadah heah. Dis is Racetrack. Race, go tell Rofter dat youse is heah an' Magnet's gonna stay heah for a while."
"How much is it heah again?"
"Three cents."
"Thanks, I haven't been heah in a while." Race walked ahead and I saw him talk to Rofter, Brooklyn's version of Kloppman.
"Follow me." I led him up to the second story were a couple of my newsies nodded to me. I nodded back and led Magnet into the washroom. I grabbed a stool and turned on the water. "Wash yah face. Don't use the soap yet. We wanna get the blood off first before we clean the cuts."
He nodded and splashed the cold water on his face. I could tell that the water was hurting him, but he needed to get the grime off before we could get the cut disinfected. I turned the water to hot and he jumped, "What'd ya do that for?"
"Cold then hot kills germs." I stated blankly.
He frowned but continued to splash water on to his face, he also continued to wince. I handed him the soap, "No."
"You need it. Do youse want yoah cut to get infected and turn green?" A disgusted look was thrown at me, "Then use the soap."
"Lemme guess," Spark, my second in command, asked, "He's from Harlem."
We walked out of Magnet's hearing range towards the steps leading up to the third floor and sat on the steps. "I found Range thrashing the hell out of him while I was walking here. The kid's washing up, but you saw him. He's covered in blood and those bruises aren't gonna heal too fast."
"Range was fightin' dis kid? He's like six feet tall." His green eyes widened.
"He also said that Blade had told him to do it and he said 'if Brooklyn gets an unpleasant surprise we'll know what burrows fuckin' with us.' Harlem seems pissed."
"When is Harlem not pissed?"
I smiled and saw Race walking toward me, "Hey Race, you know Spark?"
He nodded, "Hey Spark, Rofter talked to me, he said that you guys are runnin' outa beds, you have two left an' he doesn't wanta get moah."
"I dought we'se only had one left." Spark said in thought.
"We have one in my room." I looked at Race, and then looked toward the washroom. It looked like Magnet had found one of his friends. "Race, stay in my room foah tonight. I don't want that kid bleeding through the top bunk."
He looked somewhat surprised. "Shoah Spot."
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The man was lost beyond belief. I've been gone too long. Where the fuck am I? Where Jacob was, was Harlem. It was pouring rain and it was colder than he remembered New York being in March. He pulled his cheap jacket tighter around him.
Rain was never something Jacob liked either. He was arrested in the rain. He used to watch the rain fall down in his cell. The guards loved to take the prisoners out to run in the rain. The guards there were sadistic and cruel, but Jacob learned from and respected them. He felt that if you learned from someone, they were to be respected. He was not one to give out respect easily though. If someone didn't respect him, he would not give respect to that person. He thought children had disrespect for everyone and therefore Jacob never even thought about giving a child, even his own son, the smallest bit of respect.
Women were up there with children too. He always found his wife lazy and too concerned about the way she looked. He often thought that she had committed adultery more than a couple of times. Nora O'Conner was lazy spacey drunken Irishwoman. Of course it was perfectly fine if he got drunk, but he had morals that women were not to get drunk and act how they wanted.
When Nora was smashed, she was wild. She used to sing at the top of her lungs and annoy everyone in the condo. She used to dance when she was singing as well. But one thing was certain. She could dance and she could sing. She also used to hit on just about any guy when she was drunk. She wore a lot of eye makeup and dresses that exposed a bit too much. Jacob always thought of her as a whore.
One night she was too drunk to even hold her glass up. A man had the decency to take her to her condo and put her in bed. He had just shut the door and turned around when Jacob had spotted him. He had punched the man down the stairs and tore into his bedroom. On the bed lay the smashed Nora lying on her back. She gasped as her husband tore into the bedroom and slapped her. This was not the first time that he had hit her. He had hit her quite often actually. But this time was the last slap she would ever get. He ran out of the room and into the kitchen. He was too blind with rage to notice his son sneak into the room when he was in there. And he did not notice Benjamin hide in the closet as he gave his wife a sharp death with a dagger.
But he did see his son when he came into the room a couple hours later. Benjamin was sitting on the bed staring at his dead mother. He was sitting there unaware that he was crying and unaware that his father had entered. But he was aware when he was punched to the floor.
"BENJAMIN ADRIAN CONLON!" He kicked his son in the stomach.
"Pa, ma's....you..." His sentence was cut short by Jacob picking him up and slamming him into a wall.
"Now listen ta me you little son of a bitch. What did you see?" Benjamin didn't open his mouth. Jacob slammed him into the wall again, "DO NOT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF BOY!"
Benjamin kept his mouth shut piecing his words carefully. But that wasn't fast enough and he was slammed again harder. He cried out in pain and was thrown to the floor. He scrambled to get to out of the room but soon was struck down by his father's leather belt. Jacob sat down on his sons back and hit him with the belt again. And again. And again. "Now you little bastard, WHAT DID YOU SEE?"
"I.." Ben squirmed and was hit again.
"SPEAK UP!" Jacob hit him harder with the belt.
"I..I saw... some man...ma was drunk...he brought her home...on the bed...he said ta..take care of..your mother, she's drunk an'..an' den he..."
"WHAT DID HE DO?" He hit him again with the belt.
Ben bit back a yelp, "He..left. Den you came...an' I hoid..."
Jacob hit him a couple of times with the belt, "YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU HOID!"
"You'se....you....you hit her. So I...I went in...an' I hoid you...you comin' back so I...hid in the closet."
"But WHAT did you SEE?" Jacob hit him again.
"I SAW YOU KILL HER!" Ben started crying. Between the mental pain of seeing his mother killed and the physical pain that his father was inflicting harder and harder with his belt, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Jacob was beating him harder and harder than ever before. He wasn't wearing a shirt to begin with and the leather across his back felt like it was on fire. He could feel the cuts from the beating the other week bleeding. He was crying almost as hard as his father was beating him.
Finally Jacob stopped. He kicked his son once more, "If you EVAH think of tellin' a soul 'bout this, you are DEAD. HEAR ME?"
Ben nodded and drifted into the dark deep sleep of unconsciousness.
The man remembered the next day. He didn't even get a trial. He was arrested just after he tried to beat the hell out of his black and blue son again.
I told him that if he told I would kill him. He's going to die as soon as I get my hands on him...
Chapter 5: Beds
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, I just love them! Don't sue me....
Author's Note: I know, I know, it's been a while...well more than a while. I'm so busy with so much stuff. Well I'm going to try and write more now. Also, the rating might go up in later chapters. Sorry for the on and off dialects. Please review?
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Spot POV
As we entered the Brooklyn Lodging House, I put the kid down and I looked at him fully for the first time. The kid looked better in the dark. Blood was splattered on his clothes and all over his face. Range really did a number on this kid. His blond hair was tipped red in blood as well.
Race took a step toward the kid, "What's yah name?"
"M...Magnet." The kid looked scared out of his mind.
"Magnet, welcome to Brooklyn, you'se can stay heah as long as yah need tah. I'se Spot an' I'se the leadah heah. Dis is Racetrack. Race, go tell Rofter dat youse is heah an' Magnet's gonna stay heah for a while."
"How much is it heah again?"
"Three cents."
"Thanks, I haven't been heah in a while." Race walked ahead and I saw him talk to Rofter, Brooklyn's version of Kloppman.
"Follow me." I led him up to the second story were a couple of my newsies nodded to me. I nodded back and led Magnet into the washroom. I grabbed a stool and turned on the water. "Wash yah face. Don't use the soap yet. We wanna get the blood off first before we clean the cuts."
He nodded and splashed the cold water on his face. I could tell that the water was hurting him, but he needed to get the grime off before we could get the cut disinfected. I turned the water to hot and he jumped, "What'd ya do that for?"
"Cold then hot kills germs." I stated blankly.
He frowned but continued to splash water on to his face, he also continued to wince. I handed him the soap, "No."
"You need it. Do youse want yoah cut to get infected and turn green?" A disgusted look was thrown at me, "Then use the soap."
"Lemme guess," Spark, my second in command, asked, "He's from Harlem."
We walked out of Magnet's hearing range towards the steps leading up to the third floor and sat on the steps. "I found Range thrashing the hell out of him while I was walking here. The kid's washing up, but you saw him. He's covered in blood and those bruises aren't gonna heal too fast."
"Range was fightin' dis kid? He's like six feet tall." His green eyes widened.
"He also said that Blade had told him to do it and he said 'if Brooklyn gets an unpleasant surprise we'll know what burrows fuckin' with us.' Harlem seems pissed."
"When is Harlem not pissed?"
I smiled and saw Race walking toward me, "Hey Race, you know Spark?"
He nodded, "Hey Spark, Rofter talked to me, he said that you guys are runnin' outa beds, you have two left an' he doesn't wanta get moah."
"I dought we'se only had one left." Spark said in thought.
"We have one in my room." I looked at Race, and then looked toward the washroom. It looked like Magnet had found one of his friends. "Race, stay in my room foah tonight. I don't want that kid bleeding through the top bunk."
He looked somewhat surprised. "Shoah Spot."
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The man was lost beyond belief. I've been gone too long. Where the fuck am I? Where Jacob was, was Harlem. It was pouring rain and it was colder than he remembered New York being in March. He pulled his cheap jacket tighter around him.
Rain was never something Jacob liked either. He was arrested in the rain. He used to watch the rain fall down in his cell. The guards loved to take the prisoners out to run in the rain. The guards there were sadistic and cruel, but Jacob learned from and respected them. He felt that if you learned from someone, they were to be respected. He was not one to give out respect easily though. If someone didn't respect him, he would not give respect to that person. He thought children had disrespect for everyone and therefore Jacob never even thought about giving a child, even his own son, the smallest bit of respect.
Women were up there with children too. He always found his wife lazy and too concerned about the way she looked. He often thought that she had committed adultery more than a couple of times. Nora O'Conner was lazy spacey drunken Irishwoman. Of course it was perfectly fine if he got drunk, but he had morals that women were not to get drunk and act how they wanted.
When Nora was smashed, she was wild. She used to sing at the top of her lungs and annoy everyone in the condo. She used to dance when she was singing as well. But one thing was certain. She could dance and she could sing. She also used to hit on just about any guy when she was drunk. She wore a lot of eye makeup and dresses that exposed a bit too much. Jacob always thought of her as a whore.
One night she was too drunk to even hold her glass up. A man had the decency to take her to her condo and put her in bed. He had just shut the door and turned around when Jacob had spotted him. He had punched the man down the stairs and tore into his bedroom. On the bed lay the smashed Nora lying on her back. She gasped as her husband tore into the bedroom and slapped her. This was not the first time that he had hit her. He had hit her quite often actually. But this time was the last slap she would ever get. He ran out of the room and into the kitchen. He was too blind with rage to notice his son sneak into the room when he was in there. And he did not notice Benjamin hide in the closet as he gave his wife a sharp death with a dagger.
But he did see his son when he came into the room a couple hours later. Benjamin was sitting on the bed staring at his dead mother. He was sitting there unaware that he was crying and unaware that his father had entered. But he was aware when he was punched to the floor.
"BENJAMIN ADRIAN CONLON!" He kicked his son in the stomach.
"Pa, ma's....you..." His sentence was cut short by Jacob picking him up and slamming him into a wall.
"Now listen ta me you little son of a bitch. What did you see?" Benjamin didn't open his mouth. Jacob slammed him into the wall again, "DO NOT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF BOY!"
Benjamin kept his mouth shut piecing his words carefully. But that wasn't fast enough and he was slammed again harder. He cried out in pain and was thrown to the floor. He scrambled to get to out of the room but soon was struck down by his father's leather belt. Jacob sat down on his sons back and hit him with the belt again. And again. And again. "Now you little bastard, WHAT DID YOU SEE?"
"I.." Ben squirmed and was hit again.
"SPEAK UP!" Jacob hit him harder with the belt.
"I..I saw... some man...ma was drunk...he brought her home...on the bed...he said ta..take care of..your mother, she's drunk an'..an' den he..."
"WHAT DID HE DO?" He hit him again with the belt.
Ben bit back a yelp, "He..left. Den you came...an' I hoid..."
Jacob hit him a couple of times with the belt, "YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU HOID!"
"You'se....you....you hit her. So I...I went in...an' I hoid you...you comin' back so I...hid in the closet."
"But WHAT did you SEE?" Jacob hit him again.
"I SAW YOU KILL HER!" Ben started crying. Between the mental pain of seeing his mother killed and the physical pain that his father was inflicting harder and harder with his belt, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Jacob was beating him harder and harder than ever before. He wasn't wearing a shirt to begin with and the leather across his back felt like it was on fire. He could feel the cuts from the beating the other week bleeding. He was crying almost as hard as his father was beating him.
Finally Jacob stopped. He kicked his son once more, "If you EVAH think of tellin' a soul 'bout this, you are DEAD. HEAR ME?"
Ben nodded and drifted into the dark deep sleep of unconsciousness.
The man remembered the next day. He didn't even get a trial. He was arrested just after he tried to beat the hell out of his black and blue son again.
I told him that if he told I would kill him. He's going to die as soon as I get my hands on him...