Chapter 12 - Thoughts

                                    

                                          
Warnings: Kidnapping, abuse, bullying, no self care, idk
Third Person POV
In Queens with Race
                          
It's been almost two weeks. 
                          
Race couldn't stand, or talk, nor could he even see clearly. 
                          
His brothers didn't hurt him, per say, but they always used chloroform on him, to his despair.
                          
They used it to keep him weak to lessen the chances of him escaping. 
                          
They used it when they needed him to be unconscious, and Race hated it.
                          
The other Queens Newsies barely paid attention to Race, they either watched him for Carson/Blade and Caleb/Bullet or they ignored him.
                          
Haste, Spade, and Rock occasionally brought Race somewhere and Spade and Rock usually threw him on the floor when they got to the place, but that was about it.
                          
That usually caused on of his brothers to get mad at them.
                          
Other than those few times, Race stayed tied to the bed, either unconscious or in a lot of pain. 
                          
His scars hadn't fully healed so they hurt a lot, especially when thrown against something or touched. 
                          
He was pretty sure he had other cuts and stuff too.
                          
There was one Queens Newsie who was different. 
                          
He was almost always drunk so they called him Tipsy, and he was also angry when he was drunk.
                          
This was bad for Race as Race was the perfect target for his anger. 
                          
Tipsy sometimes only hit him, but other times he did what Race's father did.
                          
Tipsy always smoked and so he would occasionally add another burn to Race's skin. 
                          
Race was usually unconscious, but it still hurt. He had more cuts and burns than before, and never mind bruises. 
                          
His brothers definitely cared about him though, but they didn't know about what Tipsy had been doing to him. 
                          
Most nights the twins would fall asleep with Race, taking turns for who holds Race. 
                          
It was pretty cute, other than the fact that Race was usually crying.
                          
Race missed Spot. 
                          
Race wanted to just go back to Manhattan and see Spot, Jack, Albert, JoJo, Mush, and everyone else. 
                          
He missed fighting with Albert, how overprotective Spot and Jack were, seeing Mush and Blink be couplily, as well as Jack and Davey and many others, how rowdy and fun the boys were, Crutchie's smile that spread like butter, among other things he missed from his daily life. 
                          
He used to always fidget with his cigar, and he couldn't now. 
                          
That's why he always had a cigar; he used it as a fidget thing, and that's why he got so annoyed when Albert took his cigars. 
                          
He had never actually smoked.
                          
The story of how Race got his cigars
                          
Race had been in the middle of a panic attack, his knees pulled against his chest as he rocked back and fourth.
                          
He had just had a flashback from something one of the older Newsies had said. 
                          
Race was 10 at the time.
                          
The older boys tried everything they could to try to calm him down, as did Jack, Crutchie, and Albert, who were his friends at the time and not much older than he was.