I Never Planned on This (A newsies fanfiction)

Chapter fifteen

Les looked into the room, gaping at his brother. His right shoe was off, and his right foot was obviously banged up. "Davey." Les said his brother's name again. Davey's eyes opened. He looked around, finally seeing Les at the window. He gasped.

"Les?" Les nodded, and Davey got up slowly, hopping over to the window on his left foot. "How did you find me? Why are you here?" He asked.

"Spot, Race, and the others invited me." Les explained. "Said I could help find you. We've been checking this area for hours." He explained. "Davey." He said again.

Davey smiled, but also looked insanely worried. "You shouldn't be here. You could get caught." Les started to take off his bag and place it under Davey's window while Spot yelled behind him,

"Guys!!! Guys!!! C'mere!!!! We found Davey!!!!" She exclaimed. Les placed his bag under the window right as Race, Tommy boy, and Finch rounded the corner.

"I don't care." Les answered. "We had to find you. Race said that finding you was the first step in breaking ya out." He said, getting one of his first good looks at Davey. Unlike Henri, he didn't have a bruise around his eye, but instead on his jawline, as well as a busted lip. He didn't have as many scars on his arms, although Les did note a few. He had the same tears on the back of his shirt as Henri, although Davey had fewer, and not as many cuts along with the tears. Les continued to lay there, on his belly, staring at his brother, at the timid prisoner he had become.

Davey looked at the door the same way Henri did, in fear. Fear that Kennedy may come into the cell and drag him out at any moment. Les heard screams from one of the lower floors. With every shriek, Davey winced.

"Henri." He whispered. "She got caught again, didn't she?" He asked. Les nodded sadly.

"Unfortunately, yes." Davey heard some thuds and looked over his shoulder again. He hobbled back over to his spot by the corner and sat down slowly.

"Go." He said in a hurried voice. "Before you're caught. I don't wanna get whipped again." Les nodded and grabbed Spot, leading her away while the others followed close behind.

Spot was there to make sure that Les got home safely before she returned to Brooklyn. Les climbed in through the kitchen window to find his parents on the phone. They froze when they saw him. His father immediately ran towards him, past him, and slammed the window shut. He locked it, and turned around towards Les, getting on one knee and hugging him. His mother placed down the phone and quickly joined his father.

"Les," his father said, breaking away and facing him. "What did we tell you? No going outside, not until school."

"But I left a note." Les said. "I was just with the Newsies."

"Oh, we saw the note." Mr. Jacobs said, a bit angry. "And we were worried. You didn't say how long you would be gone. What were you thinking?"

"The fellas wanted me to help find Davey." Les answered. "Spot came in and asked me herself."

"Spot? Spot Conlon? The leader Newsie from Brooklyn?" Mrs. Jacobs asked. "You let her inside? Les, have we not warned you of strangers?"

"Spot isn't a stranger." Les said innocently. "She's my friend. She's like a sister. She's willing to help us." He said.

"Les, you shouldn't have gone to The Wall today!!!" Mr. Jacobs began to get angry. "You could have been caught!!! You could've been taken into custody for trespassing!!! What would we do then, Les? Huh? Both our boys locked up, away from us!!! We wouldn't see ya for at least a month!!! Did you even think about that? About what would have happened if you had gotten caught? No!!!! You were only having fun with the Newsies!!! What's gotten into you, Les?" He asked, taking Les by the shoulders. "Have we taught you nothing?"

Les looked at his shoes. "I..." He started. "I just wanted to see Davey again, Pop." He simply said, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I wanted to see Davey." He said again, as Mr. Jacobs' angry expression melted into sympathy. "And...and we found his cell, today, Pop. I saw him. I saw Davey, and I talked to him. They beat him up good, Pop. He was limping." He put his hands to his eyes, wiping his face. "I just wanted to help the Newsies." He said. "Race said that they're trying to find Davey so that they could break him out. I wanted to help find him so I could help break him out, Pop." He sniffled. "I...I didn't know I was doing anything wrong. I'm sorry." He simply said, putting his hands in front of him.

Mr. Jacobs let go of Les's shoulders and took a few steps back. "Okay." He simply said. "I understand." He turned away. He then put his hands in his hair the way Jack would when he was thinking or frustrated. "You're excused." He said. Les walked up the stairs to his room in silence. He sat on his bed, staring out the window at the stars.

"Jack," He whispered. "we really need you right now."