Splee! Happy chapter 3 everyone! I STILL don't own Newsies, but if I hire Christian Bale as my hit-man, that can change…haha kidding. Christian Bale would be my bodyguard.
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I feel something shift under me. I open my eyes. I am in bed with Oscar. I rest my hand on his chest. He kisses my head. I don't know how I've survived for the last two years. I tell him that.
"Me either," he replies. "I've done some stupid stuff, though." I knew all about it. I forgive him. He knows I do. "Does Cowboy know 'bout us?" His voice sounds bitter when he says 'Cowboy'.
"He wants me to leave you." I pull myself closer to him. "I can't." He rubs my back. I want to cry again.
"I love you," he whispers. I miss those words. I kiss his chest.
"I love you too." He pulls me into another passionate kiss. Passion. There had to be a stronger word to describe it. Loving. The kiss was loving with a hint of passion. I realize how stupid I was not to come to him about Andrew. I lay my head back on his chest. He knows I am tired. He stands up, pulls his pants on, and checks his pocket watch.
"I made you miss work, didn't I?" I ask. He nods. "I'm sorry." He tosses me my clothes.
"It was worth it." He smiles. "I'd quit work for you if I had to." I throw my clothes on. I don't care how I look. He wraps his arm around me and kisses me one last time before he takes me to the kitchen. We eat bread with jelly. We talk, avoiding conversations about Jack or Andrew.
"I'm scared to go back," I tell Oscar.
"Scared of what?"
"Jack. Scared of what he'll do when he finds out."
"You sure you wanna go back?" he asks.
"I haf to. My child lives there."
"I'll take you back," he offers. I don't want to drag him into this.
"No," I say, "I don't want anything to happen to you. If something did happen to you, I'd kill myself."
"Don't say that." I can see how much this has effected him. I burst into tears. I can't help it anymore. "What are you scared of?"
"Scared he'll hurt me. Hurt my baby. Hurt you," I say through tears. I am a wreck. We both know it.
"He won't. But if he touches you, you come to me." I nod. Jack could kill me in two seconds if he wanted to.
"Why does he care?" I ask Oscar, as if I expect him to know. He shakes his head.
"I don't know," he replies. "You need to get some air. Both of us." I nod. I go in his bathroom and fix my clothes and hair. I wash off my face. He walks up behind me.
"What do you want," I ask, "more than anything?"
"I want you." He kisses me again. "What do you want?"
"To have a family. You, me, and Andrew. Living in a small house in some other state. We would have a steady income, and we'd have enough money for new clothes, food…"
"I'd give you an expensive ring." He says, joining my fantasy.
"But that will never happen." I shake off the thought. I am stupid for thinking of it. He looks at me, lost for word. I lead him out the door. I am scared to step outside the safety of his house. He takes my hand and intertwines our fingers.
In the streets, I see newsies. They look at me weird, point us out to their partner. But never approach us. I try to avoid their gazes. Oscar does the same thing with the scabs. They know who I am. Some give me dirty looks, while others' looks say they would be happy to get laid with me.
Oscar and I walk around a bit before he decides to take me to lunch. It is nearly four by the time me get lunch. He takes me to Central Park. He knows how much I like it there. We kiss more while we are there. It reassures me that everything will be alright. Then he takes me back to the lodging house. I see Jack, as well as everyone else. I feel sick. Some of the guys whisper. Jack looks angry.
"See you later?" Oscar says to me. I nod, then kiss him. Some people gasp, others just gape. He leaves. Fear surges through my veins. I turn to face the newsies. Some still look surprised. Others look pissed. Jack looks like he might explode. He walks up to me and pushes me against a wall. I hear more gasps.
"Where were ya?" he demands.
"With Oscar."
"Ya spent the night with him?" he yells.
"Yes." I reply. He looks stunned, like that wasn't the answer he expected. "And it was the best fucking lay I've ever had." Gasping. He looks disgusted with me. I know he is. He slaps me. More gasps fill the air.
"That child doesn't deserve ya," Jack says, then spits on me. I just stand there. Four drops of blood trickle down my face where his knuckles hit me.
"Neither do you." He hits me again. Four more drops of blood fall down my face.
"I've spent every fucking day making sure ya didn't fucking die for six fucking weeks and now ya repay me with all this fuck?" he shouts at me.
"Me?" I shout back. "You're the bastard who won't let me do what I please even though I'm just as old as you! Why do you care, huh? What difference does it make if I sleep with Oscar Delancey, huh? I have made love with that man so many times and I will so many more!" I get slapped again.
"Would ya like to tell everyone what ya told me this morning? Huh Becky? Would you?" I was silent. "I didn't think so!" I just stare at him. My jaw trembles. My throat tightens. Silent tears fall over my cheeks. "You'se week. Nothin' but a pitiful girl." I collapse. I look up at Jack. His words pierce my heart.
"Please," I beg. "Please understand."
"No, ya understand!" he shouts again. "Ya just can't date him. Especially not sleep with him!"
"But I love him!" the words echo through the room. "Please," I whisper.
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somewhat cliffhanger ending. Tell me what you think but pushing that nifty little button that says submit review…or something like that…
