Past Unlocked

Chapter 12: Feisty little thing

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A/N: heh…don't kill me?


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Spot's POV


It's been a week, I think, since the ground ripped open and I fell into Hell. My body is covered with bruises and blood stains. All that bitch of a mother of mine has given me to eat is bread and milk, but she has taken off the ropes from my arms, so at least I can stretch out a bit when she doesn't have anyone in my room.

A yawn comes over me and I spread out across my bed, throwing the thin blanket over my body. My eyes are heavy and my body's exhausted, I haven't slept right since I got here. I try to sleep, but my mind won't let me, I've got to much on my mind. I'm hungry, I wonder how Brooklyn's faring, how Race is, what the headline is, Racetrack… He's on my mind the most. He saw me run off with my cousin, he knows I grew up in Brooklyn, why...ugh. Maybe something happened to him, yeah, maybe he's been trying, Brooklyn is big, maybe he doesn't really care about me he could of just pretended so he could go around saying stuff, some people have done that…but Race wouldn't…would he? No…Race, ugh. What would happen…I should have told him, fuck, I'm falling hard for that saucy little Italian. He didn't give me shit for being arrogant, he didn't cower at me when I threw him a glare, he felt right in my arms, and he gives one hell of a…

The door creaked and I heard a key turning the lock. I bolted up in bed and my eyes glued to the door. A man with frizzy black hair and blue eyes looked on my exposed torso, "Hey there, I heah ya a feisty little thin'."

I stared at him, "What?"

"Friend of mine came heah a couple nights ago, said you was a fightah." He walked over toward the bed with lust filling his eyes, I backed up further in the bed, "Or are ya jist a scared lil' boy?"

I just stared at him, trying to blank out my mind as he threw the blanket off of me. He grabbed my hands and held them hard against the headboard of my bed. I grimaced slightly as his nails went into my skin.

"Well look at youse…pretty little thin'" I wiggled to get out of his grasp but he held me tighter, "I don't think so…"

He climbed on top of me and I yelled out as he climbed on top of me. I tried clearing my mind, pretending that this was just a bad dream, that Race would come in and…."FUCK!"

"What was dat boy? Ya like it that way?"

"Get offa me!" The pain was worse than the other guys, far worse.

"Oh I don't think so." He noticed the towel I had on my table and stuffed it into my mouth. I gagged and tried not to cry as he pounded into me. When he was done he took out the towel and kissed me roughly. I bit his tongue hard and threw the blanket back on me, He got up, threw his clothes on and left. I heard him talking to my mother and then heard the front door shut.

Moments later my mother barged into my room and for the first time since I fell into this hellhole, she smiled at me. "Get dressed Ben."

I stared at her with confusion, "Why? An' ya have my clothes."

"Didn't ya know who that man was?"

"No. Who is he?"

"The new major of New Yawk City, Travis Gregory! He's loaded an' jist paid a fortune foah yoah ass."

"The election was dis week?"

"Ya. He won by default, the othah guy, McGuiness, was in a huge drug ring. It's been all ovah the papes."

That's why. Crooked politicians made the best headline next to wars. "I can't believe I missed dat headline."

"What?"

"Tawkin' to myself, sarry."

"No, what did ya mean?"

I looked up at her, "Millie told ya."

She thought for a minute, "Ohhh, you'se a newsie. Forgot 'bout that. Anyways, take a showah an' get dressed, we'se invited to his party tonight. I'll give ya a towel an' ya clothes."

She left my room and left the door open. She came back smiling with a towel and put my clothes on my table. "Well go take a showah Benji!"

My mother was happy and we were invited to a party because she threw me into prostitution? I shrugged to myself and wrapped the towel around myself and headed to the bathroom.

The level of orange in the bathroom was blinding. Every time I was allowed in here I had to squint for a couple minutes and let my eyes adjust. I closed the door and took a look at myself in the mirror. I wasn't bleeding for once, but I did have a couple bruises left over from that Russian guy this morning. At least the Mayor didn't try and kill me like the other men did. He just hurt a hell of a lot.

I climbed into the shower and turned the water on a nice warm temperature. This was only my second shower since I've been here. The other time was when she realized how badly I was bleeding all over he sheets, so she locked me in the bathroom for two hours and got the sheets cleaned, but at least I got a bath out of the deal. I took the soap and lathered it across my body. I didn't realize how grimy I was. The soap smelt like oranges, go figure. So did the shampoo and the conditioner. I knew I was a fruit, but did I have to smell like one as well? I smiled to myself and attempted to detangle my hair.

I climbed out of the shower, dried off and put some lotion on, which surprisingly wasn't orange scented. It was tangerine scented…ugh. I ran my fingers through my hair and figured that I should probably find a brush. I opened the top drawer of my mother's vanity and found nothing but makeup, I opened the next drawer and found enough hair products to last my entire life. I rummaged through the drawer and came across some detangling thing or something. I put some in my hair and tried to find a brush. I found just about everything else, but a brush. So I opened the bottom drawer and found towels. So I looked in the side drawer, found makeup remover and nail polish, looked in the other side drawer, found a hair drier and a curling iron. Then I finally looked in the last side drawer and found more orange scented products. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door, "Ma? Where's the brush?"

She waltzed in the bathroom and handed me the brush, then she gasped, "Benjamin what the hell did ya do to ya hair!"

"I put some detangling thing in it…why…holy shit!" I looked in the mirror and my hair was turning blonde. "IT SAID DETANGLING!"

"I put my blonde spray in dat bottle…" She looked at my head again, "We don't have time to wash it out, jist get dressed."

"Ma my hair is BLONDE!"

"Shut up Benjamin, I don't have time for dis. Just brush yoah hair and get dressed."

I glared at her and quickly brushed my hair on the way to my room. I shut the door and turned on the light. I looked at my clothes. I hadn't seen them in a while, my red suspenders, my favorite blue shirt, and my brown pants. I wish I could have had my hat, my cane, and my slingshot, but that day I was jist walkin' Racetrack out. I got dressed and looked in the small mirror near the door. I didn't look too terrible as a blonde and I'm going to a party, I guess it could be worse.


A/N: I am working on the next chapter now, so it won't take millions of days to update again. I'm sorry! Review?