A lone newsie

Bribes

The Next day..

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"Youse alright, Crutchie?" Jack asked in regards to his friend's anxious expression.
In all honesty, Crutchie wasn't. They were either going to get (Y/N) out, safe and sound, or they were going to fail and she would be stuck in there forever. Jack had tried to reassure him that it would be okay, but Crutchie wasn't sure.
"Crutchie?" Jack interrupted, making Crutchie realize that he had completely zoned out.
"Huh?" He practically mumbled, looking up. His face had changed quite a bit since (Y/N) was taken away - he now had dark eye bags, due to his constant worrying. He was paler overall, considering that he didn't eat much since he was taken. Huge would just play with his food, only taking a few bites at a time.
"Crutchie, is youse even listenin' to Jack?" Race intruded, snapping Crutchie out of his thoughts once more - another thing since (Y/N) left. He would just.. think all the time.
"Uh, no, sorry Jack.." he murmured, looking down as he hobbled along Jack and Race towards the Refuge's front doors.
"It's okay, Crutchie.. jus' take it easy, aight?" Jack reassured, putting a hand on his crutched friend's shoulder as they walked. Crutchie weakly smiled, glad to have such a good friend by his side.
"Yeah, its gon' be aight. We'se gon' go ova' ta' da' Refuge, and demand they let ha' out!" Race exclaimed, pounding his fists together.
Jack frowned and lowered Race's fists.
"Relax, bud. We'se gonna give them a bribe, then she's out. No need to get excited 'bout it."
Race's smile faded, but he nodded gently. He had thought up to this moment, that they were going to beat a few people up - Race's favorite activity!
Before they knew it, they arrived at the shabby old building.
All three of them prepared themselves, and walked up together.
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"Come on, Mister Weasel!" Davey begged him, Weasel looking on with snide.
"I cannot - she violated my hygiene!" He argued, crossing his arms.
Davey rolled his eyes. He had agreed to come here in order to smooth things out with weasel so (Y/N) could buy papers in the future, if she liked.
"Look, I'm sure she regrets it-"
"Weather she regrets it or not, she still violated me!" The older man shouted at Davey, causing him to flinch and step back.
This would be tougher then he had originally thought, that was for sure.
"Okay, uh.." Davey fidgeted with his thumbs. "What if we can make an agreement?"
Weasel raised an eyebrow, cautious yet curious at the same time. He uncrossed his arms.
"What kind of agreement...?" He questioned, stepping forward.
"Uhm... I can give you a drink?"
"Not gonna cut it." Weasel retorted.
Davey sighed, knowing this would more or less take a while. That was for sure
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(Y/N) read over the letter she was preparing to mail. If she didn't get out of here soon, she wanted Crutchie to know how she felt about him.

Dear Crutchie,

I'm writing to you again because I have something to confess.
Crutchie, I'm afraid I may have fallen in love with you, I think? I'm not exactly sure, to be truthful.
Thinking about you makes me feel unreasonably happy, and I wish I could say that I hate it. I think this is love, but correct me if I'm wrong.
Look, I understand if you don't feel the same way about me - I can't see why you would, anyways. I just.. had to get this information out - It hurts to have it bottled up inside like this.
Crutchie, I sincerely hope we can still be friends, and I hope even more this doesn't make things between us awkward.
The end.

Sincerely,
The girl who loves you,
(Y/N)

(Y/N) crumpled the paper up in her hands. There was no point to giving  his to him anyways - he wouldn't feel the same, no matter what! Who cares if he said 'your more then a friend'!? He obviously didn't mean it like that!
She clenched her firsts as the salty tears came out one by one. They dropped down her face and clouded her vision, but she didn't care. (Y/N) stayed silent, mostly in fear of waking Anais up. That girl was not happy when interrupted from her naps.
(Y/N) hastily wiped her eyes with the brim of her sleeve, which was covered in dirt and grime from her time at the Refuge.
She decided she should focus her mind on different matters, and and occupied herself with counting over her wounds.
(Y/N) ended up counting seven bruises,  twelve minor cuts, two major ones, a wrist that hurt when she moved it, and eight broken nails.
Overall, she was pretty fucked up, to say the absolute least.
She sighed, then walked over to her bunk. Gently, (Y/L) laid herself down on the firm mattress, trying to get comfortable. She didn't stay there for long, though, and soon went over to the barred window in the cell.
Looking out, (Y/N) started to name all the constellations.
Orion, Leo, Andromeda..
She could go on and on.
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Les sat at home, looking sorrowfully at the stuffed bear sitting on he and Davey's dresser.
It was (Y/N)'s Christmas gift to him, and he loved it with all his heart.
Yet, somehow, it only brought him sorrow at this moment. Just thinking of (Y/N), cooped up in the dark, cold Refuge hurt his heart. He walked over to the bear, carefully taking it in his arms. It wasn't anything fancy, no, but it was still nice either way. It had white, fake fur and a blue ribbon tied around its neck. It's paws were made of a soft Cotten-y material that Les loved to run his hands over.
Les hugged the bear tightly as he began to cry, letting the tears spill down his face and onto the head of the beautiful bear.
He missed (Y/N) an awful lot.

A/N
Yo-yo lots of yalls wanted another chapter so here we are ;)