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The next morning, in a carriage on the way to Newsie square
Amelia POV

Scar told me that we're headed to Newsie Square to meet up with Spot, Jack, and the other Newsies. I'm nervous. I don't know what Jack has planned and I don't know what Scar has planned. Ace, Jax, and Jets are sitting in the back of the carriage with me so they can keep an eye on me. It's not like I'm gonna get out though, I can barely move, they beat me up so bad.

Probably seeing my worry, Jets smirks, "Little Amelia scared?" He mocks, which makes Ace and Jax smirk, too. Our eyes meet and I see the amusement in Jets's eyes. I divert my eyes before talking again.

"Back off Jets" I snap. Probably a bad idea, because he has a temper and he's told me before that my attitude is gonna get me in trouble. His smirk, along with Ace's and Jax's smirks, turn into frowns.

"Calm down, Dollface, like we've said, yer tempa' is gonn' get ya in trouble" Ace snaps back. He turns to look at me and all three of them smirk, again. Ace is probably the most intimidating, because he's always mad. Jets is their leader, other than Scar. And Jax is just there, he's kinda in the middle, still bad though.

Suddenly, we come to a stop. I panic. I'm not ready to see my brothers and friends. I'm nervous about what's gonna happen. I look at Jax, Jets, and Ace, who are all smirking. They definitely know something that I don't, and they can definitely tell that I'm scared and worried.

They also have an advantage. I'm everything to the Newsies and my brothers. How are they gonna react to me not being able to walk, barely being able to open my eyes and talk, and how badly they injured me?

Jax, Ace, and Jets climb out of the carriage. Then they hoist me out with them. Holding me so that I don't escape, not like I can, and also holding me up so I don't fall.

We walk over to the Newsies and I hear multiple gasps and people clapping their hands over their mouths. I see Morris crying and Oscar hugging Morris. Lucky is also crying and Blink, Boots, JoJo, Lucky, Sniper, Romeo, and Tommy are huddled in a group.

Race, Elmer, Specs, Mush, Jack, Crutchie, Henry, Albert, Finch, and Buttons are in front of the other Newsies, along with Spot and a few other Brooklyn Newsies.

"Amelia!" Race and Morris yell, upon seeing how badly they soaked me.

Crutchie also looks like he's about to burst into tears.
I look at Ace, Jets, Jax, and Scar; they're all smirking.

Jack, Spot, and Scar meet in the middle, forming a triangle. My eyes meet Spot's and I can see the worry in his eyes. I try to give a small smile to show that I'm alright, which I'm not, but just to give a little light in this situation,

"Why did ya take her? 'nd why did ya soak her so bad?!" Jack asks, trying to hold back his temper.

"Snyder wants da Delancey bruddas 'nd I wants ya turf" Scar says, "da only reason she got soaked, was because she tried ta escape, not our fault".

Spot makes fists, but Jack holds him off.

"Anyways, I wants a fight. One against Jacky-boy fer da 'Hatten turf 'nd da other against Spot fer da Brooklyn turf. Den, ya get her back" Scar says.

"No!" I shout. Ace slaps me, but I keep going, "Jack, Spot! I'm not worth it! Please don't!"

"Keep yer mouth shut, dollface" Ace snaps at me.

Jack looks back at the other Newsies and then back at me. I know what he's thinking and it's not good.

Jack POV

Amelia told me not to fight Scar. I look over at the worried Newsies, and realize how crazy it is how much changed when we met Amelia. Now she's part of our family, and so are her brothers.

I look back over at Amelia; our eyes meet and I can see the fear and pain in her eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes, once fully of joy, now filled with sadness and fear. It made me sad to see her like that.

I make a decision. I don't know what's gonna happen, but I hope I made the right choice. I know that she knows what I'm thinking; her eyes are telling me not to do this, that she's not worth it, but she is.

"I'll fight ya, if 'nd only if, ya let Amelia go right here, right now" I say.

It's getting interesting. What's gonna happen next?