Not Just The King Of Brooklyn

Chapter 4

It's been a day since Spot brought me to Brooklyn. My ribs are still really painful. But my lip and cheek are a bit better. Spot took the day off from selling papes today to make sure I'm okay. He also got a wheelchair for me seeing as I can't walk. Right now I'm laying in bed while Spot is out on his throne watching over his Newsies. He wanted me to get more sleep, but I'm not tired anymore.

"Well, well. If it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick." I hear Spot say. My eyes widen. Jack's here?

"Flight!" I call. He opens the door and steps into the room.

"Are yous okay?" Flight asks. I nod.

"Help me into da wheelchair." I reply. Flight furrows his eyebrows.

"But Spot told yous ta rest." Flight replies. I roll my eyes.

"Just help me out 'ere Flight." I tell him. He sighs before pushing the wheelchair over to the bed. I sit up carefully, making sure I don't hurt myself. Flight helps me into the wheelchair.

"Take me ta Spot's throne please, Flight. Jack is 'ere and I's want ta see 'im." I tell Flight. He nods and starts to push the wheelchair out of the room. I fold my hands in my lap and smile at Boots, whom is the first to notice me.

"Anna! Why are yous in a wheelchair?" Boots asks worriedly. Spot's attention snaps to me immediately.

"I's told yous ta get some more sleep." Spot says. I huff.

"Well it's kinda hard ta sleep more when yous been sleepin' for nearly eighteen hours." I retort. Spot shakes his head and chuckles. Flight stops me beside Spot before moving a little ways away so he doesn't look like he can hear us, but definitely can in case me or Spot call for him. Jack gives me a sad smile.

"And she's in a wheelchair cause she can't walk. Mush did a numba on her ribs." Spot tells Boots, getting slightly pissed off at the thought of Mush. I nudge him.

"Calm down before yous call on a bunch of yoa Newsies ta murda my brudda." I warn him. Spot huffs.

"I's can do what I's want. Da King of Brooklyn doesn't take ordas from anybody." Spot argues. Flight snorts.

"Except Brianna. If she told yous ta go all da way ta Harlem for an apple, yous would go witout arguing." Flight says. Spot glares at him and places a hand on the top of my head.

"She's hoit, Flight. I's would go all da way ta New Joisey for a damn pebble if it made her feel even a lil bit betta." Spot snaps. I put two fingers through one of the belt loops on his pants.

"Easy dere, Spot." I coo, trying to get him to calm down before he beats the shit out of someone. He huffs before bending down and kissing the top of my head.

"I's don't think I met yous." I say, noticing the new Newsie between Jack and Boots.

"Anna, dis is David. He's our new Newsie." Jack tells me. I spit in my hand and hold it out for David to shake.

"David dis is Brianna. She's Mush's sista but since he hoit her, she's been livin' 'ere in Brooklyn." Jack tells David. He shakes my hand but didn't spit in his. He's definitely new.

"Nice ta meet yous." I say. David nods.

"Nice to meet you too." He replies. Jack pats David on the back.

"Oh yeah, and one otha thing when it comes ta Brianna." Jack says. Spot smirks.

"She's my goil. And if yous hoit her or do anythin' ta her..." Spot begins. I roll my eyes.

"Yous gonna soak 'im. Yeah, yeah. Wes know. Yous remind 'em as often as ya can." I interrupt. Spot raises an eyebrow at me.

"Would yous ratha me let 'em hoit ya?" Spot asks, getting slightly pissed off again. I laugh and point at him while looking at the three Manhattan boys.