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Jack Kelly✦

‼️⚠️TW - Mentions of abuse/Child neglect⚠️‼️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

-Puppy Love-

You were a Brooklyn girl. You hated Manhattan. Mostly because your parents lived there. You swore to yourself you would never go back after you ran away.

(Backstory starts here)

Those measly adults you had to call 'parents' were abusive and downright absurd. They treated you like a piece of shit everyday. You barely saw them too. Sometimes they would leave without notice and leave you home alone with no money or anything to be able to provide for yourself.

When they did come back, all they did was yell. Tell you how you were a waste of money and that you were the reason they were poor. When you paid for your own stuff with your job as a newsboy. Which brings to another reason why they hated you so much. You weren't a girly girl. You were stubborn and arrogant. They'd often yell at you about how you were born a girl so you should act like it.

So you ran away at age 10. You never wanted to see those abusive street rats anymore. You lived on the streets of Manhattan for a few years. From alley to alley. Dumpster to dumpster. You were a manhattan newsie. But that wasn't enough to get away from your parents.

You were running right now. Your father along with a few bulls were chasing you as you ran. They had found you and your father reported you 'missing.' Why did they want you back anyway? They never even cared for you. You ran as fast as your 12 year old legs could carry you. Which carried you quite a long way, because you were pretty damn fast. But your stamina was horrible.

Your lungs were getting tight and you were taking struggled breaths as you ran. Your legs ached and you were losing feeling in them. You slowed down. Which led to your demise. The bulls caught you. You overheard your 'father' telling them to take you to the refuge to 'teach you a lesson.'

You felt your heart drop. You tried to struggle out of the bulls grip but they wouldn't let up. Instead they threw you in the carriage and locked it. It was a long bumpy ride to the place you've heard such negative things about. You've only seen the refuge from the outside. You couldn't imagine how much worse it is on the inside.

The carriage stopped and they let you out. A older man greeted you with an evil looking smirk on his face. He's probably profiting greatly off of this. You wanted to smack that smirk off his face. "Welcome, Y/N." Feigning kindness. But no way he just called you by your real name. No one called you that anymore. Not even your parents.

"It's N/N." You sneered back. That just made his grin wider. He took you from the bulls and brought you into the refuge. It was worse than what people described to you. You could tell this was going to be a long 5 months.

He opened the door to the room everyone was kept in. You couldn't help but notice it was only boys. You looked up at the man you knew as 'Snyder' giving him a look that said 'really?' He didn't even look at you. Instead you were met by a shove, then a door slamming behind you. He just pushed you in and left.

You looked around the room at the boys that were now staring at you. You stood up and dusted off your knees and nothing there wasn't enough beds for everyone. The boys just stared. You stared back.

"Why did Spida' throw a goil in 'ere?" A boy spoke. He was around your age. The boys around him nodded and spoke to one another in agreement. "Because 'e can." You scowled back.

"Geez. I'se gets it. Chill down, doll."

"Dont call me, 'Doll'" You mocked how he said 'doll' then continued, "Me name is N/N"

The boy raised his brows and just scoffed "Why ya so angry? Me name is Jack. Jack Kelly."

"Did I ask?" You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. Most of the boys in the room had moved on and went back to doing whatever they do.

"Watch ya mouth. Gonna get ya killed." He spoke like he was older than you. Which he wasn't. He looked younger if anything. But he has been in the refuge longer than you.

"How old are ya anyway." You rolled your eyes.

"11." As you thought. He was younger by a year.

"Ha! Im 12."

It was his turn to roll his eyes. You had to agree. That was very childish of you.

After that first impression, you grew into friends. But you two loved to banter. A lot. Every conversation couldn't be a normal conversation with at least one disagreement.

You practically grew up together. You both escaped that horrid place and ran back to the newsie lodging house together. You two were inseparable. Like a pair of young lovebirds. Puppy Love. That was until he sold you out to your parents. Nearly getting you caught.

You ran to Brooklyn. With a face stained with tears and a broken heart. 14 years old. Already had gone through too much.

Brooklyn was a safe space. After you were accepted. Spot Conlons boys were hostile when you first arrived. Not sure what to think of a girl attempting to join the Brooklyn newsboys. The strongest of all the burrows. You've only heard rumors about Spot. You've never met him. But he seems scary.

You gulped as you saw a small stack of crates. But it was only holding a small boy. He seemed to be your age as well. Possibly older.

"A goil?" Spot spoke, cocking up an eyebrow.

After some convincing and negotiation, he let you join.

Years passed. You haven't heard of Jack in a while and you sorta forgot about him. You didn't want to remember him. That bastard sold you out. He was a damn rat. He broke your heart.

You were 17. Spots right hand woman at that. You were considered the second strongest in all of Brooklyn. And probably all of the burrows. Your name really got out there.

A boy reported to you and Spot that a strike was happening in Manhattan. The memories came flying back.

"Jack and A few of 'is boys is comin ova ta talk ta ya."

With that the little boy left. You were standing there. You didn't want to see him especially after what he did.

After all. It was just Puppy Love

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A/N : I thought Id make another chapter as an apology to you guys for not posting! Sorry the end seems rushed.. I wanted to get it over with...