Hailey stood, frozen like a moment in time. How was it possible that the
kind boy who'd been nothing but gentle to her (tirade at the bridge
notwithstanding) had become so vicious? Everyone else was too busy fussing
over her battered fiancée.
'He deserved it,' she knew, 'but Spot was so. violent.'
Recollections of the rage his face portrayed sent shivers dancing down her spine. She knew then that she had to find him; had to figure out what cause his "Jackal and Hyde" transformation. Silently she slipped from the room unnoticed and out the back door into the cold night.
THUMP! Something landed heavily just beyond the hedges and fence.
'Spot!' she realized. 'He can't have gotten far then!'
So as not to startle the boy, she plodded across the lawn and darted through the gate into the unfriendly streets. There he was, a few feet ahead of her, swaggering down the street.
"Spot!" she hissed.
He paused for the briefest of moments, then continued at a faster clip.
"Spot, wait!" she repeated.
'Stubborn bastard!'
She shook her head and ran after him, her heels clicking as she went.
"Would you just wait a minute?" she said, grabbing his shoulder to turn him around, but her hand was shoved away with frightening force.
"What da hell do ya want wid me?" he spat out.
She quenched her fears and stood strong before him.
"What was that back there?" she asked, her voice angry. "Yah little boyfriend came at me, dat's what," he told her, then continued walking. "Spot, you may have broken his nose!" she accused.
He whirled on her, fury dancing across his face.
"I don't let no scabbah show me up!" he yelled. "Neva! Dis is yo world Hailey. I's noting but street trash!"
She fell silent. Tears trickled down her cheeks but no words left her, there was nothing to say. He did nothing but look at her for a long moment, letting the fullness of his words echo in the air around them. Then, without warning, he grabbed her wrist and brought her face close to his. His voice was so harsh she flinched and tried to recoil, but his grip was too strong.
"Yah too beautiful Miss Matthews," he growled softly, eyes burning with anger. "Go back ta da rest of it." With a small shove he released her, and disappeared into a dark alleyway. Hailey suddenly felt utterly alone, standing out in her bright blue dress amongst the grime of the street.
~~~
Spot ran with a ruthless recklessness, weaving in and out of the grates and boxes; through the alleyways and near streetlamps until he returned yet again to the filth of Brooklyn. Still, his legs wouldn't let him stop. Further and further he ran, with only one thing on his mind. banish all thoughts of Hailey Matthews. ~~~
Shadows held strong to the alley walls as Hailey ran, caught up in the feverish storm that choked her mind. Why was she even out there; 2 beats away from twisting her ankle in the digging cold of the blustery night when she could be safe and warm in her own bed or wrapped in a blanket by the crackling fire?
She could simply say he had used wiles to codger her into inviting him to the party and throw herself for a few hideous moments into Marcus's arms, feigning fear, and her mother would forgive her in an instant. But no! She had to lead herself on a crazy goose chase for the boy who obviously wanted nothing more to do with her.
'Blast it all!'
It was unfair, why her heart made her follow the devious boy.
'He won't even see me if I find him,'
If.
That was the big variable. Glancing around at her current gloomy surroundings, her growing fears were confirmed.
She was officially lost.
~~~~ (A/N = ha! More! In the space of 2 days! Eat that! I know its short, but I couldn't think of a place to end it that will make is suspenseful and make you all come back for more. Muahaha! Okay, shout outs time!!!
Gwennie = patience my young padawan. They will kiss, I'm writing the scene as we speak. These things take time! Trust me doll, it'll be a blast
Butterfly - thank you again sweetheart! Saving my life as usual. Brainstorming.. Hmm...
Love you all! Muahaha! Mika's out
p.s. do any of the rest of you watch Lizzie McGuire that are reading this? Cause if you do email me and wi'll chattie!!)
'He deserved it,' she knew, 'but Spot was so. violent.'
Recollections of the rage his face portrayed sent shivers dancing down her spine. She knew then that she had to find him; had to figure out what cause his "Jackal and Hyde" transformation. Silently she slipped from the room unnoticed and out the back door into the cold night.
THUMP! Something landed heavily just beyond the hedges and fence.
'Spot!' she realized. 'He can't have gotten far then!'
So as not to startle the boy, she plodded across the lawn and darted through the gate into the unfriendly streets. There he was, a few feet ahead of her, swaggering down the street.
"Spot!" she hissed.
He paused for the briefest of moments, then continued at a faster clip.
"Spot, wait!" she repeated.
'Stubborn bastard!'
She shook her head and ran after him, her heels clicking as she went.
"Would you just wait a minute?" she said, grabbing his shoulder to turn him around, but her hand was shoved away with frightening force.
"What da hell do ya want wid me?" he spat out.
She quenched her fears and stood strong before him.
"What was that back there?" she asked, her voice angry. "Yah little boyfriend came at me, dat's what," he told her, then continued walking. "Spot, you may have broken his nose!" she accused.
He whirled on her, fury dancing across his face.
"I don't let no scabbah show me up!" he yelled. "Neva! Dis is yo world Hailey. I's noting but street trash!"
She fell silent. Tears trickled down her cheeks but no words left her, there was nothing to say. He did nothing but look at her for a long moment, letting the fullness of his words echo in the air around them. Then, without warning, he grabbed her wrist and brought her face close to his. His voice was so harsh she flinched and tried to recoil, but his grip was too strong.
"Yah too beautiful Miss Matthews," he growled softly, eyes burning with anger. "Go back ta da rest of it." With a small shove he released her, and disappeared into a dark alleyway. Hailey suddenly felt utterly alone, standing out in her bright blue dress amongst the grime of the street.
~~~
Spot ran with a ruthless recklessness, weaving in and out of the grates and boxes; through the alleyways and near streetlamps until he returned yet again to the filth of Brooklyn. Still, his legs wouldn't let him stop. Further and further he ran, with only one thing on his mind. banish all thoughts of Hailey Matthews. ~~~
Shadows held strong to the alley walls as Hailey ran, caught up in the feverish storm that choked her mind. Why was she even out there; 2 beats away from twisting her ankle in the digging cold of the blustery night when she could be safe and warm in her own bed or wrapped in a blanket by the crackling fire?
She could simply say he had used wiles to codger her into inviting him to the party and throw herself for a few hideous moments into Marcus's arms, feigning fear, and her mother would forgive her in an instant. But no! She had to lead herself on a crazy goose chase for the boy who obviously wanted nothing more to do with her.
'Blast it all!'
It was unfair, why her heart made her follow the devious boy.
'He won't even see me if I find him,'
If.
That was the big variable. Glancing around at her current gloomy surroundings, her growing fears were confirmed.
She was officially lost.
~~~~ (A/N = ha! More! In the space of 2 days! Eat that! I know its short, but I couldn't think of a place to end it that will make is suspenseful and make you all come back for more. Muahaha! Okay, shout outs time!!!
Gwennie = patience my young padawan. They will kiss, I'm writing the scene as we speak. These things take time! Trust me doll, it'll be a blast
Butterfly - thank you again sweetheart! Saving my life as usual. Brainstorming.. Hmm...
Love you all! Muahaha! Mika's out
p.s. do any of the rest of you watch Lizzie McGuire that are reading this? Cause if you do email me and wi'll chattie!!)
