Okay, for Tonight || Newsies Race x Oscar

Chapter 14 - Oscar - "Race is Missing."

- Chapter 14 - "Race is Missing." -
Warning: Mentions of Kidnapping
Third Person POV

Oscar felt his world crumble at the words.

What?

No. No.

He has to be okay. Right?

Oscar didn't even realize it, but he had collapsed. His legs had given out, causing him to fall. Morris had caught him, as tears streamed down his face.

Oscar could barely hear Spot, Jack, Morris, and a few others speak to him, but their words were drowned out like a flood.

He couldn't process anything.

Race has to be okay. This has to be a joke.

Please tell me this is a joke, Oscar mentally pleads.

He has to be okay. Maybe he'll pop out from behind something any second, or he's at the Manhattan Lodge, and he's coming now to hug me.

"Oscar."

Race? Oscar hopes to himself.

"Oscar, listen to me." Morris' voice had finally broken through to him. "Listen. It's gonna be okay. He's gonna be okay."

"He's here right?- Right? T-This has to- to be some cruel joke!- Right?" Oscar asks. The boys around him sadly shake their heads.

Oscar's breathing sped up as he realized this wasn't a joke. Race is missing. He's really missing.

What if he's hurt? What if something happened to him? I mean- obviously something did. He wouldn't just run away.

Oscar shakes his head, as he backs away, pulling away from Morris.

The boys all turn to him. Oscar looks at his hands, as tears fill his eyes and his breathing speeds up. He starts shaking his head.

"No- no! He has to be okay!" Oscar exclaims. Jack, Morris, and Spot exchange worried glances. They didn't know what to do.

Oscar backs against the wall, basically clinging to it for support so he doesn't fall again. He's really missing. Race is missing.

I need to find him. He can't be that far away. Someone I know has to have taken him, but who?

Oscar's eyes widen in realization. "Oh my God."

"What?" Morris asks, as Oscar starts hyperventilating.

Oscar tries to control his breathing, but he couldn't. More tears stream down his face.

He felt arms wrap around him from behind. The person was whispering comforting things in his ear, while someone else took his hands and put them on their chest.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, breathe with us, Oscar." The person's voice whispers. Oscar hiccups, trying to control his breathing. "Slowly. Slowly. Don't stress yourself out trying to breath. That's not the point."