Past Unlocked

Chapter 13: Damnit

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A/N: Look! You guys didn't have to wait another 2582758 months. D

MyKa HoLLy- Glad you love the story so much and thank you for all the reviews. I can't believe the story got to you like that, I'm really happy it did. I didn't know I could make people get into this story so much.

Mydracomalfoy- My loyalist reviewer ever! I'm still planning how Race is going to come into this. I would tell you more but then it wouldn't be suspenseful! Please don't kill me…lol

Rustie73- Race will come into play soon, I just can't tell you when. But he'll be around soon. And so will Millie.

MaraTheDarkQueen- I have a thing for them too. D

elleestJenn- I was wondering if that was going to be brought up. The reason why his attitude is changed is just because of the excitement of finally getting out of the house and the reason she's all in a good mood is because she has more $$$ now and is going to a party thanks to her son being A+ in bed. And yea, the hair dyer was a dumb move. Sorry about that.

Spot's POV

I didn't really understand why my mother was being so nice to me all of the sudden. I evidently must have scored her a load of money for her to be this kind. "Ma, it's fine. Leave it."

She was trying to fix my collar when we heard a knock at the door, my mother answered it, reveling a cab driver with a name plate that read "Buck". "So Miss Conlon, wheah do you'se need ta go tonight?"

"Same place ya dropped me off last time. 1003 Madison, Upper East Side."

"No problem, we'se best be off Miss."

"Shoah Buck. Com'on Ben." She let Buck exit first and then she grabbed my arm and walked with me. "I have a plan. You'se stay for a bit an' act yah best tonight and I give ya more than half of what ya made the past week. Ya do this for another couple days an' ya free to go roam around and sell ya papers."

"An' if I run?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Ya already made the mistake of tellin' me 'bout yah Brooklyn newsies. I could waltz in theah an' ruin yah little reputation in an instant." She opened the cab door and pushed me in. "So don't blow this."

I scowled at her, damning myself for having an ego. I snapped my head in the direction of the other window and glared out. Damn it. What the hell. I need to just jump out of this car now, before I actually consider this. Money, I needed it. I blew off selling the other week to be with Race because I thought the election would increase my income. But, damnit. Damn my ego, damn my cousin, and damn my stupid mother! Rape. That's what's been happening to me the past week. I don't know those men. Those men aren't Racetrack Higgins, they don't care about anything about getting their sex. They just don't do it and be done. Some beat me, some kiss me, while others scream out other people's names. They rip into me and not only take my body, but take my god damn dignity. If I run, my mother will head over to Brooklyn and she'll tell them all. Some of my boys won't buy, others will, and some will get pissed and try to kill me. It's happened before. Snake Eyes got killed over eating another newsie's pastry. Prostitution is…ugh. They won't understand. The famous leader of the Brooklyn newsies was taken over by other men. Men who's names do not strike fear into other's hearts. It ain't gonna fly. I'm sick of this. I can't take it. I need to get out of here. I can't. I need to. But I can't. I need the money. I have to keep my reputation. Damn it all to hell.

"Thank ya Miss Conlon." Buck smiled at her as he pulled out, dropping us off at a enormous house. It was three stories tall with gray brick laced with a black metal trim, granite statues lined the roof, each of them who's eyes burned into me with eternal pride.

My mother grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to her, "Don't run, act you're best and try to drop your accent while you're here. I've been with Travis while he's had company before an'…and each time they have shot me a look when my accent slips. This night can turn out to be worth a great deal of money and if everything runs smoothly and if you behave and do what Travis says, you will be getting some of it. Travis seemed to really enjoy you're company earlier, so do what he says."

"Ma…"

"Benjamin. Not now."

We walked towards the door, it swung open to us by a man in a full tux, "Good Evening Sheila."

"Evening Darius. Where might the festivities be this evening?"

"Right in the music room and later at the dining room, Miss Sheila."

"Thank you." She gave him a smiling nod and she headed towards the left, which I guess leads to the music room. I followed her and noticed all the decorative paintings of family members, pets, and scenery. She turned left and another door was opened. "This way Ben."

I entered the room and was blinded by all the green in the room and violin music flowed into my ears. I bit my tongue and had a quick flashback of my father playing the violin. I shook my head and the image quickly was gone. I noticed my mother already talking to his mayor-ship. Another image flashed back into my mind. Two weeks ago I had seen them together, outside at night. Travis looked in my direction and motioned for me to come forward. I didn't feel like getting on my mother's bad side, so I obliged. "Good Evening Benjamin."

"Evenin' Mr. Gregory." I threw on a plastic smile and clenched my teeth, how dare he act like he hadn't raped me two hours beforehand.

"I'm glad the both of you could make it here tonight. The boys down in City Hall decided that if I didn't throw myself a party then they would kick me out of office! Now imagine that."

"Oh Travis, how silly of them. They do not hold the power in this city, that power is alllllllllll yours." I cocked my eyebrow and took a good look at my mother. She really knew her bullshit.

I started looking around while Gregory mayor-face was busy small talking with my mother. A waiter brought over a tray, "Arangini, sir?"

I had never eaten an arangini before so I took one and popped it into my mouth. It was amazing. It some kind of rice ball thing and it had some sort of cheese in it. I took a couple more to occupy myself.

"You know, Benjamin, those arangini are straight off the boat from Italy." Travis flashed me a grin, "Are you a fan of Italian food?"

My mind immediately flashed back to that night Race took me out to Little Italy. "Yeah. I am."

"Wonderful, tonight's meal theme is Italian. We're going to have gnocchi in a lobster cream sauce, stuffed peppers filled with prosciutto, stromboli, and veal marsala. Hope you brought your appetite with you." He put his arm on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "And you're my dessert."

I tensed up and tried to smile. I looked up into his blue eyes and saw nothing but lust. I turned to go and grab some more food when he spun me around and grabbed my arm forcefully. "But I can't wait that long. Come with me, Feisty."

I didn't have much of a choice. He lead me to another door and ushered me in, we went through a painting to a room with a bed. I looked into his eyes again and I could tell he sensed my fear. He shut the door and slammed my body against it, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I pushed him off, "Travis…"

He grabbed me by the waist and held me down onto the bed. My mind raced as his hands roamed. I pushed him off of me again, "What would your guests think of yoah disappearance? Then comin' back all disheveled and reeking of sex?"

He sulked and the lust went from his eyes. I had to pull this off or else. I bit my tongue and moved towards him, "Plus, ya don't get desert before ya eat yoah dinnah."

He smirked at me and I ran my fingers across his arm, I wanted to kill myself for doing that, "And I do have to have proper etiquette, Feisty."

I threw on a plastic smile towards him while sitting up. "Now, Mr. Mayor, how do we get back to the party?"

"Right this way."

God damnit, I wanted to throw myself off a bridge.

Dinner was tortuous. I was sitting right in between my mother and one of her past clients and Travis kept winking at me from three chairs down. I had tried to converse with the others at the party, however my accent kept slipping and sliding, as my mother said, it got me bad looks. At least the food was nice. I kept thinking of Racetrack the entire meal. Where was he? Why hasn't he looked for me? What if he finds out about this whole mess…I don't even want to think about explaining it to him. Damnit, what if he doesn't care?

My dinner plate was replaced by tiramisu and I almost lost it. I missed him so much. His touch, his cocky attitude, his…god I sound like a homesick female. I looked at my tiramisu again and my stomach dropped. It was dessert. Damnit.