The Last Santa Fa Newise
Chapter 7
By: DxInsider
When morning came, I was still sitting on the floor from last night, it just took me a sec to remember where I was. [I hope Les made it back ok. I bet Jack is worried.] I stood up and looked around the room for the first time; it was to rich and to big for my liking. The room was on the first floor, sunlight lit the room up. The three main colors in the room were red, yellow, and orange. There was a queen size bed made out of dark cherry wood with red blankets and pillows; all the wooden furniture was made out of dark cherry wood. On the bed was the nightgown that my uncle wanted me to wear; it was white and see through. "Yeah right." I through it back onto the bed.
The dress was ok. It was all white with a blue ribbon for the belt and one for my hair; had matching shoes to. I took the clothes, went into the bathroom to shower and dress. After an hour, I looked like my old self again, from two years ago. So here I am, sitting by the open window watching the world go by.
"Brooklyn Bridge has been sold, homeless man is now living on it!" Right outside, just a few feet away, was Les and Dave. I was about to hide, when Les spotted me. "Riggs!!"
They ran over to the window. "Riggs, everyone was worried. When Les told us what happen, Jack left to go look for you; he's running all over Manhattan."
"Sorry." Dave gave his papes to Les and held out his arms. "Come on, jump out and I'll catch you."
"I can't."
"Yes you can; you're on the first floor."
"I can't leave."
"Why not?"
"If I go with my Uncle, back to Santa Fa, he won't…"
"Won't what?"
"Kill Jack and any another newise that gets in his way." There was a moment of silence, then Dave spoke up. "Why is he taking you back? Why didn't he just kill you last night?"
"He had better plan. He is going to marry me."
"Sick!"
"I know Les. But I have to, he knows what Jack looks like he'll kill him."
"When does your train leaving and how are you getting to the train?"
"We'll be riding in the same black carriage from last night, the train leaves at 8:00 tonight. But why do you ask?"
"But you have to stay," Les was close to tears. "You'll miss the big Newise Party tonight and Jack will be sad."
"I know, I know but…" My Uncle's voice was right behind the door. "You have to go, now!"
"But we can't…"
"No Les."
"But Dave…"
"Riggs
knows what she is doing. Bye Riggs."
"Bye Dave, Bye Les." The two started to leave, "Dave."
"Yeah?"
"Tell Jack that I love him and he is the best thing that has ever happen to me in along time and I'll never forget him."
"I will," then they were gone. I wanted to cry, but Uncle Jon was now in my room and I didn't want him to see me weak. "Ah there's my bride to be."
"Fuck you."
"Now, now that's now how a wife should act. Remember, one more thing like that and your street rat boyfriend is dead. Now lets go out and get some lunch, my dear."
[Lunch?] The clock showed 12:02; time went by really fast when I was talking to Dave and Les. Uncle took my hand and led me outside, into the carriage. [Well, all the guys will be at Tibby's now, so I don't have to worry about them getting hurt. What?! Why are we at Tibby's?]
"Why are we here?"
"To eat, my dear."
"You bastard."
"Now don't start that again." He pushed his coat a little bit to show his pistol. "Now lets eat." We got out, still holding my hand, we enter Tibby's. The whole place wet silent, everyone was staring right at us; all with such anger and hate for Uncle. Jack stood up from his seat, Dave and Spot held him back, he looked mad and scared all at the same time. Uncle didn't let it bug him; he led me over to an empty booth. The waitress that I knew as Molly, who was also Blink's girl, came over and took Jon's order; "Riggs, you want…"
"Excuse me, what did you just call my finance?"
"I…I was calling her by her name, Riggs." He look like he was going to punch Molly out, but instead he grabbed my hand and started to drag me out of the place; then he stop. There standing in the doorway was Jack. "You want something, boy?"
"Yeah, I do." Jack started forward, ready to grab me or Uncle, when Jon pull his pistol out, pointing at Cowboy's heart; Jack stop and stared at the gun and me. I grab Uncle's arm, "Uncle please. Don't kill him." Tears were rolling down my face; I didn't want to cry, not in front of Jack, Uncle or anyone. "Please I promise I won't do anything to make you mad. I promise I'll be a good wife, I'll go to Santa Fa, I won't fight you; just don't kill Jack!"
My Uncle lowers his pistol, grabbing my arm, pushing pass Jack and throws me into the carriage. The carriage started back to the hotel, I could hear Jack, calling out my name; that just made me cry more. Uncle Jon didn't say anything, just dragged me into my room and locking the door. I threw myself on the bed, crying myself to sleep.
