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Racetrack Higgins➶

⚠️‼️A/N : This one has a ton of angst, abuse, language, etc. No happy endings. Dont feel comfortable? Dont read. This was a sick request from my friend.⚠️‼️

-A Permanent Box At The Sheepshead Races-

You had gotten dragged to the sheepshead races by your boyfriend. He was toxic but you couldnt leave him due to the fear of the threats he uses on you. Such as hurting himself or you. Or even your close friends and family.

You knew he didn't mean anything by it. But it still worried you. I mean, of course it would. He's threatening to kill someone something or himself. You cant bring yourself to leave him.

He had dragged you to the races to make sure you weren't 'out cheating' while he was gone. He had a serious gambling problem. Like a horrible one. Every single coin you make goes straight into the races. You didn't get to buy anything for yourself except when sometimes he won. Which was extremely rare.

You sighed as you were next to him. You didn't enjoy races at all. Whats so exhilarating about sitting and watching some horse run around in circles? Well men here seem to love it. Guess it's the chance to win a shit ton of money. Who would even take these odds? It's like 1% chance you win and when the other 99% chance came in you lose all of your money.

You looked around the stands that held the audience and looked over everyone. When your eyes land on a younger boy compared to the rest of the audience. He was definitely your age and man. He was cute. You weren't exactly in love with your boyfriend but you had to stay loyal.

Your gaze lingered on the boy for a bit before returning to the races. That boy would not get out of your mind. He'a all you started to think about. You attempted to snap yourself out of it many times but your eyes couldn't help but slowly shift over to look at him. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend noticed.

"Hey, who the fuck are you looking at?!" He exclaimed, you quickly turned your gaze back to your boyfriend to make sure he didn't know. "Sorry babe, I was zoning out."

"How do I know you weren't looking at some other guy?!"

"Even if I was I was accidentally doing so. I was zoning out. Im sorry baby, wont happen again."

"It better not... bitch." He muttered the last part, turning his attention back to the races. You smiled apologetically. You heard the last part but he called you that normally so you let it go. Your gaze drifted back to the boy and your boyfriend must have been watching you.

He grabbed your arm and yanked you to the parking lot, gripping your arm with a ton of force that was definitely going to leave a bruise later.

"You bitch! You were looking at another guy!" He screamed in your face, spittle flying everywhere. He slapped you, hard. Your face burned and the spot quickly turned red, you held your face in pain, tears welling in your eyes.

"What?! Ya gonna cry?! Yeah do it! Cry like the little bitch you are!" He taunted, scowling. But he was clearly having fun with messing with you. This asshole always found enjoyment in yelling at you and hitting you or doing whatever he could to break your heart more than the last time.

You started to cry after he slapped you again, holding your arm tightly so you couldn't escape. His grip hurt. A lot. You sobbed as he pulled you into an alleyway and started trailing his hands along you as you silently sobbed, knowing if you were to loud he would yell and hit more.

He was touching you in ways you never felt comfortable with, he started to unzip the back of your dress, but before he could finish a certain boy ripped him off of you and tackled him to the ground. Punching him relentlessly. You watched in horror. Yet relief washed over you.

The boy beat your boyfriend until he was bloody and unconscious. The boy took a few hits himself, but nothing too serious other than a bloody nose.

"You'se okay, missus?" He wiped his nose with the back of his arm leaving a blood streak on his white button down shirt. He clearly wasn't the most fortunate boy. Worn down clothes and a newsie hat. Oh. He must be a newsie.

You only nodded in response. Too shocked to say anything or do anything. "Turn around will ya?" He asked politely yet demanding. You did as you were told and he zipped up the back of your dress.

"Thank you.." You muttered, looking down at the unconscious body of your toxic dick of a boyfriend. "Names Race. Racetrack Higgins." He introduced himself. Well wasn't that ironic. A boy named Racetrack goes to the races. It must be a nickname for sure.

"..Y/N... Y/N L/N." You introduced yourself in the same manner and he smiled placing his cigar between his lips. "Who was this guy?" He questioned, looking down at him and stepping down on his unconscious body.

"My boyfriend.."

"Doesn't seem likes much of a boyfriend to me. Ya should break up with 'im." Racer suggested, shrugging.

"I- I cant. He'll hurt himself me or someone else if I do.."

"He already hurts you'se. Plus, the bulls are a thing. Call 'em." Race spoke like this was an everyday thing. "Ya a perty lady. You'se can find anudda guy betta then 'im."

You smiled slightly as he called you pretty. "Thank you, Race." You grinned. When he complemented you it made you feel giddy inside. Not sure why.

"Lemme take ya out to dinna'." He offered, smiling, "Oh I dont think my boyfriend-" He cut you off before you could give any of the boyfriend bullshit. "Nah, he dont control ya life no more. In fact, you aren't datin' 'im anymore." Race spoke. Almost like he controlled the whole situation, "We'se should go before dis guy wakes up." Race went to grab your arm but then saw the bruise so he lightly took your hand instead and led you out of the alleyway.

Race was so sweet. He was kind, caring, lovable, understanding, the complete opposite of your boyfriend- ex. Ex boyfriend.

You ended up going on a few dates with him and you ended up actually being official. You met all of the newsies/his family. Most of them tried to flirt with you, but you found it flattering, receiving so many compliments. Something you never got from that other guy. What was his name again? Already forgot.

This all changed one day however. You were headed to the lodging house to go see Race, when you saw a figure lying down in an alleyway.

You decided to check it out.

...

SHREIKKK

You screamed as loud as possible and got onto your knees to bring the body up to your chest.

It was Racer.

He was bleeding out and all life was drained from his eyes. He wasn't breathing and he wasn't moving, you tried to find the source of the bleeding and it was from his stomach and chest, you pulled up his shirt slightly to see 2 stab wounds. The blood was dry and crusty, clearly it happened quite some time ago.

How could this happen? Who would do this-

To answer your questions a voice was heard behind you.

"So you did have your eyes on him at the races."

Your eyes widened in horror, terrified to turn around and kept Race's cold, lifeless body to your chest. You slowly turned around and saw your ex. Holding a blood stained knife. It became dry over time.

"Why..." You sobbed, looking at him and the knife. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

"Might wanna close your eyes and hold on tight to ya, boyfriend." He growled, you did just that, you held onto Race's dead body and you felt excruciating pain throughout your body. Jolt after jolt of pain.

Your grip eventually loosened on Race as you looked at him one last time, before falling on top of him and following his fate. You'd been stabbed about 10 times in the back.

What a backstabber. Literally.

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