Morris Delancey X Reader

Chapter 18

RACE POV

I can't believe it.

My eyes,

They're just playing a cruel trick on me. Right? There's no way that a hickey formed on Y/N's neck. It's just not possible.

Jack was upset. But for me? Me? I had no idea. I mean yes, I was angry but I just felt broken.

Heartbroken.

I let Jack and Morris squabble but then I just didn't care anymore. I got my papers as usual. Met up with Jojo as I had been for the past few days. I thought about it more as we walked to the selling spot.

Dread turned to annoyance. Annoyance turned to anger. Anger turned to rage.

I was furious. It was obvious but it's true I was.

I sold blanky. No expression. No fun. Selling this way took me much longer but I just didn't have the energy to act and shout out creative headlines.

Jojo had already headed back to the lodge but I knew I needed to blow off steam.

The bridge I thought to myself as I carried my way there. The view was always the prettiest at dusk.

Now what? I was in love with Y/N? I- where do I go from now? God, why does this have to be so hard?

I could always fight it out with Y/N but we're not speaking.

Hit it out on Morris was another option but I was reluctant for the sheer fact he just had beat me up the night before.

Y/N

Whenever I thought about anything Y/N seeped her way back into my mind. Does she even care about me as a friend anymore? Thoughts spiralled, well ran out of control is a better way to put it.

I have to talk to her no matter how much I don't want to.

My walk to the lodge was nice, peaceful, cold? Yes, but peaceful. It was nighttime and was enjoying the solitude. But then it was broken just as fast as it had come to me.

Morris

Morris was walking himself down the street to the lodge. Where I was going. I can hide in an alley I thought. But this. This is where I lost it. I saw a baseball bat on the ground and picked it up.

I'm not hiding from Morris. He doesn't scare me as much as he thinks he does. I take a deep breath and saunter up to him with bat in hand.

We stare at each other for a solid 20 seconds.

I scoff, "Morris"

He looks me up and down. "Race," he paused "so how are you?"

"Just fine and dandy" I laugh.

"God Morris, we both know you're taking advantage of her, and you enjoy it? Do you like it? Why? How does that even register to be okay with you?" I laugh at the last sentence. "Damn, I've been thinking about that hickey all damn day" I spit out a bad taste in my mouth.

"I'm not taking advantage of her I wouldn't do that," Morris says.

"Oh, but you'd beat on the newsies every day for fun?" I ask. "You know I can't even count how many of my friends you've hurt. How many times I've had to help clean up cuts left from you and your brother. And now you come in, wanting to play hero, date Y/N because you're such a good guy? Well, Morris, the answer is no. No, no, no, no." I stare at him.

"What do you mean no, Rac-" he starts but my fist stops him. I grab the bat and hit it over his back.

His arm snakes up to my jaw and he hits me.

I hit him again over the back and he falls to the ground, landing on his stomach,

"Humfp" he groans.

My mind left my body. My body was in full control. I brought the bat up over my head again and again. But then the door opens.

Y/N is there.

Staring.

Wide-eyed.

Mouth hanging wide open.

With Morris, a groaning, bleeding mess on the ground.

And me, with a baseball bat, towering over him.

Well shit.

OKAY SHORT CHAPTER IM SORRY