CHAPTER 4: BOYS- THEY'RE LIKE LAVA LAMPS.
FUN TO WATCH,
BUT NOT TOO BRIGHT.
SPOT'S POV…
"Hackah!"
"Spot? Whatta ya doin' in Trenton!" A very confused Hacker stammered.
He was about eighteen, and I had heard rumors about him planning to pass on his label as Trenton's Prince. He kind of stole it from me, but added a twist. We were best friends growing up, and whenever the selling was good, we would buy a train ticket and meet up agian; both as leaders and friends.
Hacker was a mighty six foot two tall boy, with hair about the length of Racetrack's, in a muddy brown. His eyes were navy blue, not white ice blue like mine. Well, that was what Spotette would say, because they just all look like blue to me. Speaking of the reason I was there:
"Me goil is kinda a trouble makah." I told him.
"Looks like so were you'se!" He laughed, gaping at Sean.
"Alls I gots ta say, is dat it ain't what it looks like." I shrugged. Hoisting Sean farther up on my shoulders, where he sat, on his own little perch."I'se need ya help, Hackah, you and yer boys." I told him.
"We'se follow ya command, Spotty-Boy." Hacker got my glare, but shrugged it off. Only him, I told myself, was allowed to say that.
"We need ya ta break a doll outta da refuge." I said, making it sound all innocent.
"What!"
"Mama needs help." Sean said quietly.
"Well there, look at you! Perched on yer little lighthouse!" Hacker cackled. Strange people live in Jersey. "Gotta name?"
"Sean." I shrugged, that's the only part I knew of his name.
"How's dat gonna help 'im? If dey are's afta his Mum, den dey'll be looking for da kid too. Specially wid him up der in the spotlight!"
I swung him around so he was no longer on my shoulders, "der? Does dat calm yer panties?"
"Sure, Spots, now Spotlight there, isn't going to get needed in our plan, so find somewhere to keep him or something." Hacker told me.
"I ain't lettin' da kid outta my sight." I glared at him. I owed Spotette that much. Spotette, we're coming, and you can come home. Your family misses you. I miss y- I thought until Hacker interupted by saying:
"Well den you'se will be sittin' on da side lines. Well, some of me boys might be put in jail for dis, and I expect you bail a quarter of em' out."
"Deal." And we spit shook, smiling at each other, getting giggles from Sean or 'Spotlight'.
"Let's do it." I said, anxious to get my tough and rough girl back, and we were off.
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SAMANTHA'S POV…
"Ughh what train station did they go off to?" I said a loud to myself, shaking my hair in the breeze. Seeing Spot here was such a shock, I was still recovering from it.
But, I had been released from the Refuge and for good, I think. It was nothing I did; it was the cops' stupidity.
So, they take me back to the Refuge, and have a judge there and everything.
It's a dark room, with a dim light, and a floor that creaks are you maneuver over it. It looks like it came from a horror scene. The judge turned to face me, the light reflecting from his eyes that made his eyes look red.
It scared me and I gasped.
"Okay, okay, turn on the lights, let's not be cruel," someone laughed.
The judge sees me, and says to the others, "Her? You dimwits. Remember? A couple months ago we got that cop, Thomas Smith in? He was charged for the murder and rape of Mrs. Brown." The cops then had to go and check there files, before releasing me into the streets of Trenton.
"Excuse me? Ohh, pardon me Josephine." I said as I stepped around the walking lady.
"Hello Samantha, where is Sean?" She asked, noting the lack of two years old with me.
"He's with ummm…our brother?" I said, more of a question than a statement, "And that's actually the reason I needed to talk, have you seen them?"
"No, child, I'm sorry, but come back to my house and we'll continue the search after lunch!" Josephine cooed as she linked arms with me and started down the street. I was hungry, but that meant Sean probably was, too.
"Really, it's alright." I said, hoping to convince her.
"Ohh, don't be silly!" I sighed and let her lead me through the crowded streets.
"No, really I have to find Sean." I told her, starting to pull away.
"Samantha? Do you trust your brother?" She asked, looking seriously into my eyes. Brother? Ohh, she meant Spot. I remember now, I had told her he was my brother. Did I trust Spot?
"Yes, I guess I do." I answered slowly. I had my faith in him. Spot, I thought, Please, Spot, don't mess this up. I trust you. And I'm pretty sure that I still lo-
"Then come along!" Josephine squealed, interupting my mental calling for Spot, linking arms again.
"Let's do it." I said, realizing that I did trust the rough and tough Brooklyn leader, and we were off.
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