From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

June 6th, 1900: Part II

(This chapter is dedicated to my friend who made the crack ship of Sara and Vanessa aka Vara. Because I wrote this in, I also want to say support the Trevor Project! The organization helps so many young queer people. It's wonderful we have it now and it's crazy to think not that long ago (or very long ago when this is based lol) we did not have rights to love the people we love. And, before you worry, Sara and Davey are going to end up together, just wanted to make my very gay friend happy lmao. And, before you think Sara slightly shallow or basic for the times, remember that there is much, much more to learn about her.)

(UPDATE: Wattpad is acting very weird and is not letting publish things. This was supposed to be out Saturday so we'll see when I actually get this out! Yay for Wattpad being a jerk.)

(UPDATE 2.0: HI I am alive. I started working at a theatre and now I am busy most nights. I also am returning back to Hershey since this is my last year before college and I wanna take in everything. Also, the fair was in town this week so I was a little busy lol. Anyways, here is a chapter you waited 2 weeks for, I promise the next one is gonna be full of drama and is amazing lol)

"What are we doing outside the lodge?" Vanessa asked.

"Is this the right address?" Brienna asked.

"Yes! I checked it like 10 times!" I said.

"And this is the address?" Sara asked.

"Do you want to see the paper!?" I asked.

"Yes!" They all replied.

I groaned, taking my purse off my wrist and opening it to look in. I dug around for the paper, pulling it out and holding it up, "See, this is the address we are-" Just as I continued speaking, a man rushed up behind me, grabbing the paper from my hands. I jumped away from him, staying close to the girls as he groaned and threw the paper down, "Excuse you! You can not just-!"

"Katherine, shut up." Brienna whispered, grabbing my hand.

"C'mon, gimme ya money." The man said.

"We don't have any on us." Vanessa said.

"I ain't stupid! Hand it over! Now!" He demanded, "You first." He nodded to me.

"I don't have any." I lied, my breath shaky.

"No lyin', lady! Gimme dat!" He yelled, grabbing my purse.

I kept a strong hold on it still, fighting to keep it in my hands. The girls tried helping, but this man was most definitely strong, you could see his muscle bulging from under his shirt. Just when I felt like giving up, the man fell face forward by our feet, causing us to jump back a little. I looked up to behind where the man once stood to see Phillip in simple, beat up clothes with messy hair hidden under a Newsie cap.

"Phillip-..." I muttered.

"Get inside. Now, before dis bastard wakes up." He said, pointing towards the lodge.

The girls and I nodded. I quickly picked up my purse before we walked inside, Phillip following us and making sure the door was closed. He hopped in front of us, "Dis way." He said, leading us up the steps. If you thought that the Fulton Street Lodging House was bad you most definitely never seen the Brooklyn one. It's so awful, half the boys don't even have a bed!

Phillip finally stopped us at the top floor, in a small room that looked like it used to be a work room, with huge factory windows that overlooked the river. There was a small cot in the corner, along with some candles and a box of papers. There was an old hook that stuck out of the wall, on it hung all of his nice suits I saw him in at work or at parties. As we looked around the room, I stopped and looked to Phillip who was sitting on the cot, writing something down, "Who are you?" I asked.