"Colt I...I don't know how to say this but you know that I love you, right?"

"Of course, why?"

"Well I...I um..."

"Yeah..." I pulled out the box in my pocket and placed it in her hand.

"Spot..."

"Just open it."

"Spot...it's...it's beautiful! I love it." she stared at the ring in the box. It was a hope ring, it had sliver and had in graving on it and a tiny diamond placed exactly in the middle.

"Here." I slipped it on her finger.

"It's a hope ring. It symbolizes how much I'se love you'se. When ever were apart it keeps your hope for me heah."

Spot shot opened his eyes and sat up in the bed. "The ring!"

At Colt's apartment.

Colt stirred as she shot up from the dream. It was very, very vivid. It didnt feel like a dream more of a...memory. It made her heart pound and ach.

"The ring!"

That morning.

I walked into Brooklyn feeling...odd. No surprised...I think. I had a dream that made me curious about Spot and my past. Most dreams actually all dreams I've been having had to do with Spot. It made more and more curious about my feelings for Spot. I mean a week ago I had been found by my brothers, met Spot and then two days ago Spot and me went on a 'date',as my brothers called it, tried to kiss me and I ran out. But after the almost potential kiss I felt more intrigued and curious for him. He acts as if he is the King of Everything and knows everything but the way he acts towards me makes me wonder about him. I haven't been able to get him out of my head, and now all I want to do is just ask him about these dreams and get him outta my head.
I reached the lodging house and opened the door. Barely anyone was home but they were all probably out selling. I walked into the main room, then walked to the foot of the stairway, and decided to climb them. After I got to the third of fourth step I heard voices.

"Spot our best bet right now is to do nothing." said a voice

"Look Race, the more we act like this isn't happening the more they attack." Spot's voice echoed in my ears. Who are they talking about? What's going on? My curiosity got the best of me and almost possessed me to walk up the stairs to the room. But the minute I reached the top I ran into to burly boys,

"Hey!" he screamed. The boy had flat, brown hair, brown eyes and a scar going down his cheek templet to his chin.

"Well what have we'se got heah Scar? Looks like a goil is trying ta spy on Conlon." oh shit!

"Well Booker I think we'se bettah take heah ta Spot." I attempted to run but the one, Scar, grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and screamed, trying to wriggle free of the grip but got nowhere. The boys bursted into the room.

"Hey Spot, we found a goil heah. We think she might be a spy." Scar explained and set me down.

"Hey Spot. I was wondering if I could talk to you." I looked around, "Alone." I stated to him. Spot nodded his head and Race and the two boys left. Spot leaned against the table trying to cover something behind him.

"Shoot."

"Do you have dreams?" I asked. He looked at me blankly, not comprehending what I asked.

"Let me rephrase. Do you have dreams about...me?" Spot's face turned from blank to surprise and I wouldn't blame him. All I have done to him was dis him off but now I'm actually coming close to him. That's surprising for sure.

"Why do you ask?"

"Do you?" I asked, urgency hung in the air around us. It was silent for a few minutes before either of us spoke.

"Yes and no." I cocked my head to the side. He grabbed my hand and lead me out of the room. We walked out of the Lodging house and down the streets of Brooklyn.

"Where are we going?" I asked trying to break from his grip. It failed.
We walked down about four or five blocks before reaching the Brooklyn docks. They were deserted except for some of the workers, unloading crates. The sky was clouded and seafuls occupied them, the water was a murky ocean that could swallow someone whole and show nothing below. The air was moist and warm. It looked just like from my dream. Spot lead us over to some crates and sat down. I looked around, taking in more of the scene.

"You know.." I started. "This looks really similar to my dream. Except..." I wondered off.

"Cept what?" Spot urged using his hands for me to contuine.

"You...you gave me a ring. A hope ring." Spot sat up and dug into his pocket and pulled out something. He held it in the light."I always carried it on me when you went missing. I always had hope with this ring." he explained. My brows fell down as I grabbed the ring from my back pocket. I held both rings together and they appeared to gleam in the light and twinkle like a star. Tears wallowed inside of me.

Unknown POV
Spot, you my friend are the most gullible person I ever met. You honestly think she'd fall for you she's not even yours, not your Colt. God! Your so stupid but it makes my plan so much better. The harder you fall the harder you'll crumble.

"Ain't that right...Colt?"

Oooo Cliff hanger! I knew this would either confuse you or surprise you!

Next chapter soon!