A Delancey Sister || Newsies Fanfic (Remaking)

Chapter 11 - Failed Escape

Amelia POV

After my little "chat" with Scar, I was taken to a room that looked like a cell from the refuge, only in the basement of wherever I was. There I was always watched by two people, mainly Ace and Jets, but sometimes others. Sometimes, Ace and Jets would also bring in their friend, Jax.

"How ya doin' Amelia? Missin' yer friends 'nd family?" Ace asks.

"Fine, not that you care" I mumble, still trying to act tough, when I'm not. I'm having flashbacks to the refuge and I'm really worried.

"Liar, we've known ya fer ya whole loife, we knows yer worried. Da look on yer face confirms it" Jets says.

"Not dat wes feels bad for ya" Jax adds, and they all snicker.

I smirk, "Don't think you've won yet, you don't know what the Manhattan and Brooklyn Newsies are capable of" I say.

"True dat, but we haves an advantage: youse" Jets smirks, and I frown. He was right about that. I need to get out of here, but my foot probably won't let me.

I try to stand, balancing myself against the wall. They broke my crutch so it was kinda pointless trying, I couldn't put any pressure on my foot. I'm pretty sure they broke it. I grab the window bars, trying to see if I could use anything to get out, though they would probably catch me.

"Wat cha doin' Amelia?" Jax asks.

"Nothing that concerns you" I snap.

"Watch yer tongue dollface" Ace snaps back.

"Don't fight wit her, Ace, she can't do anyfing, she has a hurt foot 'nd no chance ofs escaping" Jets says, and they all smirk. They knew that I knew I couldn't escape, but I was still gonna try.

Later, when Ace, Jets, and Jax are asleep

Ace, Jets, and Jax are asleep. I smile to myself; I made a plan to try to escape. I sneak through the bars of the windows, which were just big enough for me to get through.

I get out of the lodgin' house and I run to the best of my ability. My foot was killing me, but I found a stick that I could use as a crutch. It fit perfectly and was smooth, kinda like it had once been a crutch.

I keep running, though I knew that any minute they would wake up and I wasn't that far from the lodgin' house.

"Get up! She escaped!" I hear Ace yell in the distance. They must've woken up, I start to panic.

"What are we doing?! Let's go get her! She couldn't have gotten that far!" Jets yells.

I try to pick up my pace. I have no clue where I am and they are fast, while I'm here with a crutch.

"That's her!" I hear Jax yell, but I don't look back. I focus on running. I can hear them gaining on me. Then I feel someone push me, and I fall to the ground. I feel my ankle hit the ground and tears roll down my face as my ankle throbs in pain.

"Nice try, dollface" Ace says as they stand in a circle around me.

"Ya had us panicked fer a minute" Jax admits.

"But ya can't get nowhere wit dat bum leg of yers" Jets says.

"Lights out, dollface" Ace says as he hits my head with a stick. I see their smirks as I black out again.

Later with Amelia

I wake up with my vision blurry. When I can see again, I look around to find myself in the bunk room of the Harlem Newsboy Lodgin' house. I'm sitting on the bottom bunk of a bunkbed, with my hands tied to a bedpost. There are lots of boys around me who are just doing their own thing like playing card games or smoking, occasionally glancing at me.

I pull my knees to my chest as I start crying, from stress, anger, sadness, and confusion. I missed Race, Blink, Oscar, Morris, and the other boys. I was angry that I was weak and useless, because of my foot. I was stressed, because I didn't know what was gonna happen to me and the boys. I was confused, for the same reason I was stressed.

I wonder how the boys are doing.

Hope your enjoying the book!
Translation:
Ya/Yer/Youse - You/Your
Wit/Wif - With
Dat/Da - That/The
Fer - For
Cha - You
Anyfing - Anything
'nd- And
Loife - Life