What youse say is what ise say (spot conlon X reader)

Backstory

As soon as my head hit the bed I shared with my boyfriend, if that's what you can call him, I was out cold.
I guess a few minutes past and I groggily woke up to Skiddy walking into our room.
"Get up!" He yelled
I jumped and obeyed
Skiddy walked over to me and smacked me.
———
No one knew me. No one ever saw me. Hell the name y/n y/l/n was unknown. Only one person knew my name, well my first name.

One day I was going to pick up groceries from the market in Manhattan. At some point apparently I got lost. I walked down this street that seemed to be filled with drunks. I turned around and went to turn the corner as a pair of hands grabbed me and knocked me out. The next thing I knew I was naked, and tied to a chair. I started crying not knowing where I was or who took me. I heard a ruckus of voices from what sounded like it was coming from downstair.

"Yeah what eva jumpy." A voice said near the door

"See yeah Skippy." I'm guessing Jumpy said

I heard the door open and just stared at who I can only imagine was Skippy.

"Oh, so ya awake." He said

"The names Skippy, What's yours princess?" Skippy said removing the gag from my mouth

"Y-y/n." I said not looking away from him

"So, what was a little lady like you doin downs in the 'dark side' of 'hatten?" He asked

"Ise was goin to get groceries for my mum." I said looking down I mean there was no point in lying about goin to get some damn groceries

"No, no, no! When you speak to me you will look at me! So, let's try this again. what was youse doin where you was?" He demanded

"Going to get groceries." You sighed looking at him

"Good girl." He said

"Youse a pretty lass. Why ain't Ise eva heard your name around?" He said

"I don't get out much." You blandly said

"Oh so this whole thing won't bother youse one bit." He said

"What whole thing?" You asked

"Honey, you've just been kidnapped and youse is gonna be my goil wether youse like it or not." He said

—— skip 2 years——

*warning Gore and major violence up ahead*

"Get up!" Skippy yelled
I jumped and obeyed
Skiddy walked over to me and smacked me. He punched me in the gut. I fell to the ground. He punched my nose.
"You stay still and don't make a sound or else this is goin to get a lot worse." He said walking over to a drawer. He opened it and pulled out a knife. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm forcefully.

He looked me in the eyes and slashed my wrist. My eyes teared up. I was screaming internally. I had found ways to stop myself from screaming. He took his gaze off of me and looked back at my arm and started writing a word into it.

"Ise come back and youse haven't cleaned this all up, be ready for much worse." Skippy said before walking out of the room

I quickly got up and got to cleaning. I cleaned it as fast as possible. I went to the mirror to sees that he had carved the word 'slut' into my arm. I started crying and laid on the floor just thinking about how if I had just listened to the feeling in my gut I wouldn't be here right now. And my parents would still be alive.

A few days ago Skippy barged into the room and threw a pape at me. The front page was that someone had broken into my old home and slaughtered my parents. I still remember the sick look on his face as he told me these exact words,
" see what happens when you fight back."

I looked up at the window. For the 2 years almost three years I was stuck in here I had looked for ways to get out. I had found one a few weeks ago. It could work if my timing was right. I had learned that at certain times of the day no one was at watch.

I plan on acting out my plan as soon as all the Newsies leave to go sell papes. I would sneak to one of the boys' room and get a new outfit so I wouldn't look like a goil. I would hid my hair in a cap. And I would wrap my chest so no one knew I was a goil.

"Lovely, you cleaned up your mess. Now get to bed!" Skippy demanded

I walked over and laid on the bed. After a few seconds Skippy came and laid next to me and pulled me as close to him as possible. His grip hurt my arm every night. I most definitely had bruises up and down my arms and legs from him.

———

I woke up to the greatest feeling in my life at the moment. That was Skippy letting go of me. He got up and got ready. I got up and brushed my hair with a comb Skippy had found in an alley way.

"See ya latta." He said kissing me roughly

'Yeah sure.' I thought smirking as he closed the door

I sat there for a few minuets before I saw all the Harlem newsies goin to get their papes. As I saw Runt and Levi take their post which meant that everyone had left.

I rushed out of the room and into another. I grabbed a pair of jeans that seemed like one of the boys had just stole them. Dont mind if I do. I eventually found a shirt. I went to a different room and found a pair of shoes, socks, a cap, and some suspenders. Jackpot! I ran quickly back to Skippy's room and into his bathroom. I grabbed some bandage wrap (idk what it's called) and wrapped my chest. I threw on the items of clothing I had just found. I then took a pair of scissors and cut off about half my hair so it was up to my shoulders. Skippy never let me cut it over three years. I then tucked my hair into the cap. I looked at my self in the mirror and was amazed.

Hell I looked like a newsie! I had a white button up with sleeves rolled up to my elbows, dark blue suspenders, rolled up jeans, higher sock tucked under my jeans, old shoes, and a grey news cap. I ran to the window and saw that Runt and Levi had just left their posts meaning that their wouldn't be any one out there for about 10 minutes.

"Harlem needs to be more secure." I snickered climbing out the window

I jumped onto the fire escape and felt the air on my skin for the first time in three years. I climbed up to the top of the building. I jumped to the next building. I was shocked that I had actually made that.

I think I might go to the Bronx but, I'm not sure. At this point even Brooklyn at night felt safer than Harlem.

Skippy gave me an advantage by telling me the leaders of each group of Newsies. Harlem was Skippy, Brooklyn was Spot Conlon, 'hatten was Jack Kelly, and then at the moment the Bronx didn't have a leader. The Bronx may have been the most dangerous choice because they didn't have a leader meaning no decisions was been made at da moment. Yet 'hatten would be a the safer choice but it also would be the more obvious choice and there's way to many people, and that's where me parents were killed.

So that was it. I was off to da Bronx!

1336 words! That's amazing for the first chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed and thanks to anyone who reads this.