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5- I OBJECT《July 25, 1899》

Tuesday- July 25, 1899

I quickly sat on the swing screaming, "Push me!" I put my legs up and kicked Snyder right in the face.

I screamed bloody murder. I screamed for anyone. Jack, Spot, Skits, anyone. I screamed till my voice gave out.

No one came.

A police officer threw me into a cell. "You'll stay here for the night. Tomorrow you'll both be put on trial."

I sat up, breathing heavily. It was pitch black. I had no idea where I was. It wasn't the Manhattan lodging house or the Brooklyn one. The Refuge?!

No. I was laying on the ground, my whole body hurt. Where's Jack? I thought. "Jack?" I croaked. No answer. "Jack?" I called again, louder this time.

I heard a groan from the cell next to me and then, "Storm?"

"Jack." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Are ya okay?"

"Everythin' hurts," he said as I snorted.

"Me too." I leaned against the wall that connected our cells as I said that. "What do ya reckon will happen to us?"

"I'se got no clue. Probably back to the Refuge with us!" Sarcasm laced Jack's voice.

"No way am I goin' back there."

"Me neither," Jack sighed.

"Do ya think da boys are okay?" I was worried about them.

"They'se can take care of dem selves."

"I'se not so sure 'bout that, Jack. I mean do ya see da trouble they get in?"

"We get in more trouble than all of 'em combined, Sweetheart. Look where we'se at now." I chuckled at him then gasped in pain. "What?" Jack asked, panicked.

"I think I broke somethin'."

"Where's it hurt?"

"My side."

"Bruised ribs, I'se sure. I'll look at it when we get outta here." Jack sighed for the third time. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" I felt around my face and my body for any more injuries.

"Black eye and there's another bruise on my jaw. Someone ripped my sleeve and I'm freezing and covered in dirt," I complained. "How 'bout you?"

"Two black eyes, bruise on my jaw too, and blood all over my face from somewhere. You'se definitely got it worse. A hell of an eighteenth birthday," Jack scoffed and we were enveloped in silence once again. With little conversation but a lot of worrying an hour passed. I had started to wonder if we really were being put on trial today. Alone with my thoughts, I remembered the last time I was in a cell like this.

Ever since our parents died, Jack, my brother, and I had been best friends. But the two of us had always been closer. Manhattan was like a second home to me. What had happened between me and Skittery had changed that. Jack would come and see me in Brooklyn instead of the other way around.