HEY WELL GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK GUYS I HONESTLY HAVE NO CLUE IF THIS IS GOOD OR BAD? LET ME KNOW...ENJOY
Jacks Pov

As I gazed at her face it seemed to stir the old memories back to me. I looked at her face lovingly, not believing that she was the cause of all this pain, hurt , and problems. I slowly felt a couple of tears trickle down my cheek, then realizing how hurt she actually was, looked frantically around for a place , a safe haven, somewhere she could stay and someone could tend to the huge gash that was steadily bleeding on her head.
I quickly lifted her up into a bridal position so her head was laid on my muscular chest. I frantically glanced at the whole city from my position on the bridge, Manhattan was to far, Brooklyn... No I can't do that. Spot had the temper to beat up little kids with his bad reputation and alcohol abuse. I realized it was my only chance , we had to hope and pray that spot was deeply immersed in his drunken slumber and wouldn't awake. I soon sprinted back to Tumbler who looked at the girl and almost fell down from the shock.
"How could you"?
He hissed almost like a fire when adding fuel to it.
"You know how much spot loved her, and how when she left it broke him, destroyed him".
Added Tumbler who was one of spots dearest friends and knew his deepest secrets and woes.
"Please tumbler I loved her to , she might die if we don't do something about her head , please she might be back for good, she can't die, she just can't...".
I trailed off as I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes.
Tumbler carefully assessed my features with those assertive green eyes of his , finally he sighed and agreed.
"But I swear to god if we wake spot up there will be hell to pay".
He said as his eyes skittered nervously around.
As we entered the silent, still madhouse in which the cold blooded Spot Conlon lived I felt my throat become tight and a nervous feeling take over me. What if spot found us? What the hell would he do ? What if he tried to kill her? I looked scarily at the beautiful girls face in my arms and hugged her tighter as if that could protect her.
What was I thinking this was my best friend Spot I know him ! Or do I ? I was so deeply immersed in my thoughts that instead of walking slowly up the stairway I tripped and a echoing sound was heard through the house. In a matter of minutes I heard tumbler tremble and say in a frantic voice.
" Shit"!
As I looked up I saw a boy with red tired eyes, messy hair, an empty whiskey bottle and a beyond angry look on his face, Spot.