"Get upstairs! Come on!" Jack shouted
Twitch was doing her usual thing. What had she just witnessed? What had she just been through? Everything was moving too fast for her and she couldn't stay still if her life depended on it! "Lay down." Jack told her
She laid down on the bed. "Does your stomach hurt?"
"Yeah." She said with slight tears in her eyes
Jack pressed down on her stomach a little bit to see if he felt anything weird. "Ow!" Twitch screamed
"Is it ok if I lift your shirt up a bit?" He asked
"Go ahead." She said
He did and saw a few bruises and cuts. Twitch hissed in pain every now and then. Jack put his ear against her to see if he could hear a heartbeat. He did. "I think you'll be ok." He said, "I'm gonna sleep on the roof tonight. You need space. Good night."
"Oh- well- good night."
Jack went on the roof and started panicking. Crutchie could be dead! Twitch's baby could be dead! Those stupid Delancey brothers! Stupid Pulitzer! And what the heck did Katherine have to do with anything?
"Twitch." Specs whispered, "You ok?"
"I'm fine." She said
"What about the kid?"
"It's fine too. Go to sleep."
Jack didn't sleep at all that night. He just stargazed, wishing we has in Santa Fe. Twitch didn't sleep too good either, she couldn't hold still for a minute! "Twitch, you good?" Elmer whispered
"No. No I ain't." She whispered back
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Boys, Meet Twitch
FanfictionLindsay (Twitch) Peterson managed to escape domestic abuse. Being 1899, no one really cared about it. Twitch learns life changing news and gets kicked out of her house and meets the newsies in order to support herself.
