The other Newsies, along with Jack, led us to where they were hanging out. Rosie, Bell, and I just sat on the ground next to Race and Jack.
"So, what's ya story?" Race asks us. I knew Bell wouldn't answer. She ony talks to Rosie and I, so I spoke up.
"Well, we are all runaways looking for something better than living with our own families or living in an orphanage."
"So, instead of livin' with ya family, ya came here? Why is dat?" he looked at us questioningly waiting for us to answer and scanning our faces.
"We have our reasons," I stated. "What about you? Why did you become a Newsie?"
"I have my reasons." He gave me a small smile. Which I returned.
"My dad was an alcoholic and my mum died when I was young, so I was always on my own. Just one day I decided to get up and leave. That's when I met Rosie and Bell came along after." I said playing with my fingers. I could feel his gaze on me for a couple of minutes. He seemed like an okay guy. Many girls, from when I went to school, always said the Newsies were just street rats that stole and could hurt anybody that messed with them. I never believed them. They always seemed to be just regular kids having fun around Tibby's. And that is what they are. Just regular kids that had a bit of bad luck come their way. And now I'm one, too.
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After a couple of hours of talking and fooling around, it was time to sleep. Me and Rosie stayed on a bunk bed and Bell slept on a bed next to us.
All of these boys seem so nice and funny. I hung out with Race a lot. He is so funny and sweet. I feel like I can talk to him about anything and everything and he wouldn't get sick of me. I feel like I can trust him which I can't say about a lot of people. We fooled around, laughed, and talked all day. I could definitely get used to this.
Bell's POV
"I am very disappointed in you. You know what you are supposed to do and yet, you didn't do it." he says to me while I sit quietly on a chair. Tears were running down my face and all I wanted to do was go to bed and forget about this horrid day. I tried to get up but he held me down.
"Do not leave when I am trying to speak to you!" he yells in my face. Beefore I knew it, he slaps me across the face. I fall to the ground and held my cheek where the burning was. I got up quickly only to be pushed down again with much force.
"You useless child! I should have gotten rid of you months ago when that women died!" he screams at me. My whole body was aching and I was screaming as loud as I could to get him away from me-
"Bell, Bell, wake up." Someone says to me. I open my eyes and find myself out of breathe and shaking. I sat up to see the boy, which I found out was Skittery. Next to me.
"It was just a bad dream," he says. I start crying wishing I didn't have these nightmares. I just want to get rid of every thought about him. I leaned into Skittery and he wrapped his arms around me.
"Do ya wanna talk 'bout it?" he asked while rubbing my back trying to soothe me. I calm down a little bit and shook my head.
"Are ya okay?" he looks at me. I shook my head. I just want to forget. But I know I can't. These memories will haunt me.
"I sometimes have nightmares, too," Skittery says. He is still sitting next to me. Skittery always seemed like he is in a bad mood, but right now, he is being so gentle and kind. All these boys seem like that. I pull away from his hug and he removes his hands.
"Are ya okay now?" he asked me staring into me eyes. Now that I can see him, I see his disheveled, somewhat curly, darkish hair sticking up everywhere. I see his dark eyes looking at me. I see his tall frame right infront of me. I give him a small nod and a quick hug for a thank you knowing I won't be able to say it. He stares at me for a couple more seconds and gets up from sitting on my bed. He moves to his bed, which is right next to mine and gets in. I quickly get comfortable on my bed and look over to him. Maybe living with the Newsies isn't so bad after all.
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