A Mother's Love
Summary: Scattered dreams as told from a mother's eyes. Sarah oneshot.
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When we first met Jack Kelly, we assumed that it was just some silly friendship with our son that continued to bring him to our house. But when him and Sarah started getting involved past mere familiarity, I felt the line needed to be drawn. After all, I couldn't have just any street ruffian come in and steal her heart. But I didn't draw it just then; I had seen no use in smashing my daughter's dreams so soon. Her silly crush was so obvious when she talked about him. And it grew stronger by the minute.
That lasted for about a day or so. Then came the obsession part. When someone intrigues you so greatly that you feel you need to know everything about him or her to make yourself more content. So, she started to uncover information about the popular Manhattan leader. Sarah found out about Francis Sullivan even before David and the others knew. How, is remained to be seen.
I watched idly as that boy completely made a fool of my only daughter, wishing that the opportune moment to slip in and pull her away from his grasp would appear soon. It didn't.
He almost broke her heart once--when he became a "scabber" as Les called it. I remember that day clear as crystal- she had come home sobbing about Jack and his betrayal.
I lost it then. I forbid her from ever seeing Jack again, and in her weak state of mind, she agreed to my plea. But that promise didn't last long. When she rushed in later, all excited and retelling the story of how "Cowboy" had saved her from the wrath of the Delancey brothers, I knew she was completely gone. Gone beyond the point where even a mother could intervene. She wouldn't listen to my request to think the situation over; to reconsider the reality that he had almost left her once!
"But Mommy, he came back for me!" she would exclaim every time the topic was brought up. That one phrase echoed through the walls of our apartment more often than any other had in the whole time that we had been residing there.
So I waited. Sure enough, about a month later, she had walked in with David's arm around her, comforting her through her choked sobs and tears. When I asked him what was the matter, he gave me a significant look and told me about the new girl that Jack Kelly was seeing. Namely, that she was not Sarah.
Jack doesn't come over to our house for dinner anymore.
But I had predicted it. I had predicted the outcome along with the grief and pain that, as a woman, she had experienced over the next few weeks. The muffled weeping into her pillow at night, and the suffering silence that overtook her personality during the day; her torment was greatly obvious.
Stubborn girl.
Why can't daughters just listen to their mothers?
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Thank you for reading!
This is my first Newsies oneshot; what did you think? Is it too short? I tried to make it as long as I could without sounding repetitive. Criticism welcomed! That means review please!