Well first thing I have to say is, if you are a follower of my other story You Are My Sunshine, I'm sorry I haven't update, truly I am, but I really need a break from that story, everytime I went to write I ended up just staring at the page blankly.

Well, that being said, I wrote this little starter story I hope you enjoy it. I will update it, not sure when, but I promise I will! Also I will not be updating for the next three months unless I update in the next 15 days, well because I'm going to Africa on a missions trip this summer and wont be back til August.

Disclaimer...If only I owned Newsies!

His eyes were so dark when I stared into them; they were so unlike his normal chocolate eyes that practically radiated with warmth no matter how cold he was being, or how hard he was hitting. Those eyes were one of the reasons I could take the force he used on me, they always brought me back to the day when we first met. I was a street rat, a newsie, he was just the opposite, a well dressed high class man, we were so different but he didn't care. The first time I had seen him he nonchalantly walked up, bought my last paper and offered to buy me lunch as well, I kindly accepted, what newsie wouldn't it was a free meal. That wasn't our last encounter in the least bit. Today I was wearing thousand dollar dresses and a diamond ring on my left ring finger.

Earlier this evening we had been sitting as a happily married couple at the ballet, a show we both pulled off quite well. Now, I was sitting on a stiff uncomfortable hoity-toity chair in our stiff uncomfortable house, looking over the lifeless body of what use to be my husband. I couldn't help but have a slight smile on my face, after all the pain he had put me through in the last year, my only regret was that I didn't think of the pain he would have felt if I didn't go for the kill shot first. One bullet, two holes, one hole was in the spot I had placed my muff pistol against the back of his head, the other one where the bullet had exited, strait between the eyes.

"Well Ralph, I'm sorry it had to end this way." My voice calm and collected, a hint of joy seasoning my words. I stood from my awkward position in the chair, walking a few step to the body, I stooped down and slid my hand along the side of his face. "If it makes you happy I'm not planning on keep any of the things that you gave me, I've kept my old ratty clothes from my former life, I hope I'm still worthy enough to wear them." I closed my mouth letting my thoughts wander back into my head.

I needed to leave I didn't have time to be speaking my thoughts to a dead man, not when there was only a few hours left of the night and his family would be showing up first thing in the morning to whisk us away to one of their mansions in the south for a week-long vacation. I still didn't understand what we need a vacation from, all he did was feed off his father's money and I was stuck at home all day, but without a doubt the Pulitzers took a vacation every few months.

The air was crisp as I quickly made my escape through the doorway. The street was dimly lit by the lanterns placed on either end of it. I took my first real breath. Something I hadn't done in quite some time being as though my lungs had been constrained by the horrid corsets proper woman such as myself were forced into wearing. I walked slower than a run but still faster than my normal walking pace, this street seemed to go on forever without an ally or another street to turn onto. I had walked this street so many times and it never felt this long before, but I guess I was never leaving a dead body behind me before. I took a deep breath as the end of the street neared, I stopped at the corner looking back to the gigantic house I was leaving, it felt good to outside those walls but at the same time I couldn't shake the feeling that I was running from one bad choice straight into another, not that being a newsie was a bad choice it was just the fact that I was choosing to go to Brooklyn, the place I had betrayed or that's at least how I saw what I did and I'm sure that's how Spot saw it as well.

After thirty minutes of walking the Brooklyn lodging house was in sight. It had been so long since I had seen my old home, the only real home I'd ever known. As I walked down the street towards the entrance my pace changed with the thoughts in my head. I slowed down when I thought about what could go wrong, and sped up when all the good memories of being a Brooklyn newsie came flooding back. This fight between good and bad thoughts continued 'til I was standing in front of the doors. I could hear the shouts and laughter coming from within, such a welcoming sound.

The room fell silent as I opened the door and walked in. Every eye in the room was on me, some of the boys I didn't recognize, but besides those few everyone was glaring at me, they must have saw my action or what they knew of my actions as betrayal too.

"Twitch what are you doing here?" I heard Dodges voice from my side. Dodge was the second in command and the only other person besides Spot that knew the whole story of why I left, the only other person who knew how badly I had hurt the heart of Brooklyn.

"I-I…" I cut myself off when I heard an ever so familiar laugh making its way down the stairs.

"Why is it so quite down…" Spots face immediately turned to stone when he saw me standing by the door. He looked like the same old Spot, stone cold face and iceberg eyes. He was still supporting the old red suspenders and his key necklace that hadn't been tucked back between his skin and his shirt that had most likely fallen out earlier that night. There was a woman on his arm that by the looks of it, had just been entertaining the king of Brooklyn which made me slightly irritated even though I had no right to be.

"Goodbye." His voice was cold, it had sounded just the same as the last words he had said to me two years ago, but this time he wasn't throwing profanity at me, which would have been nicer to hear right now than just a cold goodbye.

"Spot, I'm sorry." I said, I felt pathetic that that was the only thing I could think of to make up for all the stupid things I had done to him.

"That's not going to fix what you did." Dodge spoke up again.

"Nothing is going to fix what you did, now get the hell out of here." This time Spots voice was even colder, maybe the coldest I had ever heard it.

I stood there for a moment taking everything in, unable to pick my feet up off the ground, but once I could I was gone. I ran out the doors and let my feet take me somewhere. When they stopped moving I realized that they hadn't taken me far, I was now standing on the rooftop of the lodging house. I knew Spot would soon be up here and I didn't want to see him again but with all my force I couldn't get them to budge. I finally gave up and sat down in the shadows so that hopefully Spot wouldn't notice the presences of another person intruding in his personal space. My heart stopped when I heard footsteps coming up the metal fire escape.

"What is she doing back here?" I could hear Spot mumble under his breath. I wanted to answer him, and I guess my mind didn't use the filter it has and the word I was hoping to respond to him in my head came pouring out of my lips.

"I have nowhere to go and I was hoping Brooklyn would take me in."

Spot whipped his body away from the railing he had been leaning on to face the direction of my voice.

"Twitch. I told you to leave. Go back to that pretty husband of yours and forget about ever coming back here again. Brooklyn doesn't need or want you here." His words became harsher as his sentences rolled off his tongue.

"Did you not hear me; I don't have any where to go." I snapped at him getting up off the ground and walked closer to him.

"What, your no good Pulitzer leave yah?" He spoke snidely taking a few steps towards me as a counter attack to my own little steps.

"No, I shot him." Even in the darkness I could see Spots eyes widen slightly. Then there was a long pause what neither of us said anything.

"You shot him, for what, you wanted to become a poor street rat again?" His voice had a tint of sarcasm in it, yet it was still cold, and piercing.

"After a few years of this." I paused, lifting up my shirt and showing him the bruises that painted my stomach and back. Spots body tensed up and his hands were now in fists at his side. "I think anyone would shoot someone."

"How did you let this happen?"

"How did I let this happen?" I screamed at him. "You think I wanted this, you think I liked getting beat by a man I was supposed to have loved, and then having to act like we had a perfect marriage for everyone to see?" He just looked at me for a while.

"When did this start? When did he first, you know hit yah?" He spoke quietly, almost so that I couldn't hear him.

"The day we got married." I spoke just as quiet as he had.

"Why didn't you come back, why didn't you leave the first time it happened? What took you so long?"

"I thought I loved him and I thought he loved me. I didn't know it was going to be a common thing I thought I just upset him." I took a brief pause holding back tears. "I thought you hated me."

"Life would be a lot simpler if I could just hate you, and believe me I've tried." He almost growled at me.

In my head I wanted him to hate me, I hurt him, I hurt myself so bad, I needed his hatred. "I didn't think about anything or anyone else but me I was fourteen, can't we just forget everything, can't we just go back?"

"No, I don't hate you, but I sure can't forgive you. And don't try and blame it on you age, I was 12 when the weight of Brooklyn was placed on my shoulders." He scolded me.

"Can I at least have a bunk?" I hiss at him.

"They'll be looking for you." He paused looking away from me. "What says they don't look here?"

"It's been two years, they wouldn't even think about this place." I hadn't thought about that possibility, I gave him an answer I wanted to be true but it most likely wasn't.

"Yeah, yeah, and what makes you so sure of that? I say this is one of the first places they look, and what happens if they find yah here, who they going to assume killed your husband and took you? Who? They sure as hell won't think you killed him and ran away to become a newsie again." When Spot was done speaking he walked closer, he was now only a few inches from me.

He reached his arms me, he was hugging me, his arms were tight pulling me into himself. After a few second Spot let out a sigh and release one of his arms and pulled me tighter with his other, with his free hand he reached into his back pocket and pulled something out, he pulled it behind me so fast I didn't get to see what it was. In a matter of moments his hand that was left wrapped around me was tugging down on the braid that fell down my back, and the other hand which I found out was clutching a knife began sawing on my hair. I went to punch him as he released me but he caught my punch with his own hand.

"If you're going to stay here, I'm not going to let them recognize you." Again he pulled me close, this time not wrapping his arms around me, he lift the blade of his knife to my face and dug it into my cheek three times, each time drawing blood. I fought back tears, I had never cried while Ralph beat me but when Spots knife dug into my skin it was twenty times worse than anything Ralph had or could have done to me, it meant more, Spot meant more. "Go find a bunk." He said coldly as he let go of me and pushed me away from himself.

I left willingly, I felt the tears I was fighting back start to escape my eyes, and I didn't want Spot to see my weakness. When I climbed through the window that led to the bunk room it felt so familiar, like it hadn't been over two years since the last time I had done that. The room was now filled with sleeping boys, which was expect since it had to be around one in the morning and they had to be up at six to get papers. There was an empty bottom bunk near the window; thank God I didn't have to search hard for one in the darkness that filled the room. As I slipped into the hard bed and settled down I was greeted by the familiar sounds of sleeping boys, and the creaking of the bunks with ever small movement. Tears were still making their way down my face and mixing in with the blood was starting to dry on my face as I tried forcing myself to close my eyes and fall asleep. After a while I finally was able to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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