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I don't move from the ground. I can't. Some people stare at me. Others try to ignore me. Jack leaves me there. Some friend. Andrew walks over to me. He sits next to me.
"Are ya okay?" he asks me. I look at him. I don't deserve him.
"I think so," I say.
"Do ya really love him?" I nod. He hugs me.
"Ya lucky ya have someone ta love," he tells me. "My parents just left me."
"No." I stop hugging him and look in his eyes. "Your mama loves you."
"How do ya know?" he asks coldly.
"Trust me. She does." He looks confused. "I gotta get outta here." I stand up to leave.
"Can I'se go wit ya?" He takes my hand. I pick him up.
"Sure."
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"So this is Andrew?" Oscar asks as I lay a sleeping Andrew on Oscar's bed.
"Yeah." I make sure my hair covers my blood-stained right cheek. I don't want Oscar to make a big deal about it.
"He looks just like you." My hair shifts away from my cheek. "Becky, what's that?"
"What's what?" I pretend I don't know what he's talking about.
"On your cheek."
"This?" I touch the blood. "It's-it-s nothing."
"No, it's not nothing! He hurt you, didn't he?"
"It's nothing!"
"That bastard!" Oscar yells. He begins pacing his room. "You should go to sleep."
"Don't do anything until we talk about it, okay?" I plead.
"Fine," he says after studying my face.
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I try to stay positive the next morning. I tell Oscar I'm going to take Andrew for a walk. Oscar claims he will stay home, but I'm pretty sure he's following us. Just in case we run into Jack.
"So ya work?" Andrew asks me.
"No," I tell him. I run into someone. "Excuse me." I realize I ran into some newsies from Queens.
"Yeah. 'Cuse you," one of them says. I try towalk forward. They won't let me pass.
"May I get through?" I am not in the mood for a fight.
"No ya may not, whore." One of them grabs my collar. I struggle. I am weak compared to him. I see another one shoving Andrew around. I look for Oscar. I see him running towards us.
"Let go of her!" Oscar yells at the newsie who's holding me.
"Make me," the newsie replies. Oscar pulls out a pocket knife and holds it to the newsie's neck.
"Let go of her." The newsie obliges.
"Andrew," I say. I look for him. I see him on the ground. He is bleeding. "Andrew!" I shriek. I run over to him. I keep saying him name. He is motionless. I cry of his body. Oscar kneels next to me, and rubs my back.
"Becky," he says, "I'm so sorry." I hug him. I want to die.
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