DaSilva's Sister (Morris Delancey x Reader)

Chapter 4

26 April 1898

Y/N's POV

Somehow when I woke up this time, I was in more pain than the first time.

This time I had a few minutes after waking up before the spider came storming in. He grabbed me by my probably broken arm and started dragging me somewhere.

I had to suppress a scream from the excruciating pain in my arm knowing full well that if I had screamed, Snyder would've punished me or something.

This time he threw me into a room with multiple other kids, all boys. I recognised Matt from yesterday and saw him wince at my condition.

"Those of you who don't know, this is Y/N. She'll be with you guys today. I have people inspecting so just," he threw some makeup at us, "cover your bruises, clean the room and look alive."

After he left, we did as instructed fearing the result of anything else.

"You look terrible," I heard behind me. I turned around to see Matt, smirking.
"You don't look too good yourself," I retorted, replicating his smirk.

"Okay but seriously, that arm is probably broken," he pointedly stated.
"Yeah, so I've been told," I responded.
"By who?"

His tone was interrogating like he suspected I was hiding something and he would stop at nothing to find out what.

"No one. What's it to ya?"
He rolled his eyes. "Alright. Maybe it's time I introduce ya to the boys."

He led me to where the others were, "Y/N this is Andrew, Ben, Miles, Jeremy, Alex and Luke," he introduced, each of them waving as he said their name.

"Hey guys. Y/N DaSilva at your service," I joked with a mock salute that caused the boys to chuckle.

We then spoke about ourselves while following Snyder's vague instruction. Turns out Andrew, Ben and Miles are brothers.

Eventually the inspectors came and went, giving Snyder his oh-so-coveted (and oh-so-undeserved) perfect score.

After they left in came the spider with rage in his eyes. (What's new?)

"That was a close call, you idiots almost cost me my job! DaSilva, you're getting the punishment for this one!" he exclaimed menacingly.

I saw the boys about to complain. I was grateful but not about to let them get hurt for me so I shook my head at them.

Same procedure as last time, he dragged me to that same room. And inflicted all sorts of pain on me.

He ended of with taking the arm he knew he broke and injuring it more.

He threw me back in my room and locked the door again. The silence in the room told me that the Delanceys weren't here. The solitude gave me time to think.

I thought about a lot of things like how long I'd be here, where Albert was or how he was doing, did I like Morris Delancey?

'No of course not, you just met him!'

Still I couldn't help but think about how it felt with his strong arm around me. The warmth and comfort he brought me in this cold, dark place. How his face looked under the slight gentle sunlight. How perfect his lips might feel against mine-

At that thought I snapped myself out of it, I couldn't be thinking this way about someone I just met.

Yet I imagined it anyway as I fell asleep.

"How does it feel, Y/N?" My brother asked as I did my makeup in my dressing room.
"Unreal, Al, I'm actually making my Broadway debut."
"My sister's performing on a Broadway stage!"