Pure- Newsies/ Female OC

8. Words

Hello lovelies! I have nothing to say. Oh but I would like to give a shout out to my friends that read this, and my marvous editor (another reference hehe). I love you guys but stop yelling at me to finish a chapter. If you do it again I will take longer. Again I have an editor so my spelling and grammar should begin to get better. Love you all, and thank you for reading!

I sobbed in Spots arms for what felt like forever. I don't usually cry but lately I feel like I have a lot. All I remember is being engulfed in Spot's arms, and the boy with the cigar leaving the room soon after. After a while of non-stop crying, I would stop, but then I would remember the nightmare and cry again. To be honest, I was scared. Scared that what happened in the nightmare might actually come true. That the only people that matter to me now will throw me away if they find out that I'm different. Scared that they will think I'm disgusting and sell me away. I kept getting scared, but at the same time I was relieved that I didn't have to tell Spot. For a long time Spot didn't say anything. He just sat there, with me sobbing in his arms. At some point he picked me up and sat down on the bed. Once we were there I was able to calm down. I was still crying but more controlled and quieter. Spot smiled at me softly. He stood up and began walking to the door. I grabbed his hand and pulled him. He looked back and smiled again.

"Don't worry, I ain't leavin" Spot opened the door and stuck his head out. He reached out his arm and pulled the boy with the cigar inside. The boy had his hands in his pockets and a cigar in between his teeth. Spot and the boy walked over to the bed and both sat down in front of me. Spot sighed and the boy with the cigar smiled at me. "Alright Evelyn." I flinched when I heard my name. "What happened?" Spot's eyes pleaded for me to tell the truth. I blinked back more tears.

"I had a nightmare," I muttered, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "You- he said I w-was disgusting," I stuttered, my sentence being interrupted by tiny sobs. Spot's kind eyes hardened ever so slightly, and the boy with the cigar looked surprised.

"Who?" Spot was looking ever so slightly away from me, not making eye contact.

"I-in my nightmare, Papa-" I stopped talking. Why did I say that? "I-Im sorry! I forgot I wasn't supposed to say that!" stupid Evelyn! You can't do anything right! The tears were coming back. Pouring down my face. Spot noticed that I was out of control again. He reached to pull me into a hug like before. But I was too scared. "No! I'm sorry! I said I was sorry!" whenever I called him Papa, he would hit me. Whenever I did anything he would hit me. I put my hands over my head and covered myself. I didn't want to be hit. I couldn't stop crying and shaking, until I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see the boy with the cigar smiling at me.

"Hi," he sat down next to me. Spot was still in front of me on the ground. "Nightmares suck," the boy looked straight ahead. I was confused. I glanced down at Spot who was looking at the boy with just as much confusion as I was, but he had a hint of worry in his eyes as well. "Da name's Racetrack Higgins," he stuck out his hand, but then pulled it back once he saw that I was uncomfortable, "but you can call me Race," he smiled. Race glared at Spot.

"Um, Evelyn, ya wanna stay here with us?" Spot stuttered looking surprised by Race's glare. "Uh, and if ya dont wanna talk about it, ya dont have to," Race nodded in agreement, and Spot looked relieved. I nodded slowly, not making eye contact. Spot smiled and Race sprawled out on the bed. I watched as Spot tried to lay next to Race, but he shook his head and pulled me down onto my back. Race pointed to the floor and Spot's eyes widened in surprise.

"There's no more space, you can sleep there," Race had a smirk on his face. Spot pouted and sat on the floor grumbling. I giggled and Race did too. "He's a real softy once you break that barrier," Race chewed on the cigar in his mouth and Spot glared at him. "As soft as he is short," Spot jumped up and Race burst out laughing.

"Ey, I ain't that short!" Spot lunged at him and landed on top of Race with his hands on either side of his head. He grabbed the cigar and placed it on the bed side table. Pushing down on the pillow under Race's head. "I aint short Racetrack," Race smirked again brushing the hair out of Spot's face.

"Yeah, yeah I know," Race and Spot were getting closer together. Their eyes closing. They were centimeters apart when Race glanced at me, immediately pushing Spot off. Race grabbed the cigar and put it back into his mouth. His face was red. This time Spot was the one smirking as he walked back over to the other side and layed down on the floor.

After a while I couldn't help but fall asleep. I was on edge, but it was late, and I was very tired. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. I hope Spot doesn't ask about my nightmare anymore than he already has. I liked Race. A lot. He was sweet, and he seemed to understand why I was upset. It was also funny the way Spot listened to him. Though It's hard to imagine Spot as scary, I do remember hearing some of the other boys talking about it. As I thought, I slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up Race was gone, and so was Spot. As I lay on my back I thought about what had happened the night before. I hope Spot doesn't ask what happened. I got out of the bed and I walked out into the hallway and looked around. Nobody was there. I walked into the bunk room, rubbing my eyes. Nobody was there. I climbed into my bed and made it, might as well. Once done, I walked back into the room Spot was in and made that bed too. Once the room was clean, I walked into the small bathroom to get ready for the day. I clipped on my trousers and tied my hair up in a high bun. When I put on my hat my hair was perfectly hidden. I laughed a little, and began walking outside. Once I got outside, I finally found all the Newsies. All the boys were standing around a cart carrying hundreds of papers. I walked up and found Lucky eagerly waiting in the crowd. I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey," Lucky looked at me then jumped.

"Woah, Birdie where'd your hair go?" he looked really surprised and it was funny. I lifted off my hat.

"Ta-da!" Lucky's jaw dropped.

"Wow, that's so cool!" Lucky continued to praise my amazing hair style as we waited for the cart. It was cold outside today. I hated the cold, but with the cold followed my birthday. My birthday was in the middle of winter, December 6th. I loved my birthday. When I was living with my...Father, my birthday would mean that I was one year closer to my escape. I leaned closer to Lucky's ear.

"Hey, guess what," Lucky looked at me "My birthdays in two months!" Lucky's eyes lit up and he jumped up and down.

"I'm so excited, yer gonna be da same age as me!" Lucky jumped in a circle around me. Once he stopped, we both doubled over laughing. The other Newsies glanced over at us, and Skittery smiled.

"Alright come and get ya papes!" the man behind the cart yelled. I jumped and Lucky looked at me and smiled. The Newsies got in a line holding out coins to pay for their papers. As they walked by they would ask for "twenty papes," some asked for fifty, and even the occasional one-hundred. (Those were mostly asked for by Ace, Skittery and Hotshot) Once me and Lucky got to the front of the line Lucky pulled out a coin and stood on his tippy toes so he looked taller.

"Twenty papes please," Lucky puffed out his chest and the man behind the counter laughed. Lucky took his papers and looked at me. He grabbed another coin and put it on the counter.

"Can I have another twenty please?" the man looked at me and smiled. Lucky handed me my papers and sat down with a group of other boys. "Wow, the headline isn't bad today," Lucky exclaimed, "Right Birdie?" He looked at me, happy as can be. I looked down at one of my papers, the words swirling around. The letters are all out of order. I looked back up at Lucky.

"Yeah," I forced a smile, "It's great."