Hi everyone! Looks like I managed to get another one out pretty fast. I miss being able to type like this. Ah well...After this week it's Christmas vacation for me. So whoo hoo! Also, some of you might have been confused as to WHY I named the last chapter 'threats'. All-in-all...with the way Charles as been talking to Spot and the way Abigale yelled at Racetrack it almost seems like threats. This whole situation is threatning for Spot and Evelyn. So that's why I called it that. Sorry. I should have been more clear. Anyway. This next chapter was FUN to write! I stayed up reeeaaally late...like 2 ish...trying to finish this thing. I wasn't going to go to bed until I finished it! And that's all there was to it lol. OH! I have blogs up now on youtube about the newsies and Spot Conlon. I haven't had any new ones lately just because I've been so busy, but now that I will have time off I can start back up again. Anywho...If you are interested in seeing the videos just go to youtub (obviously) and type in "lets talk about the newsies and spot conlon." And ONE of them is bound to show up. Anywho...Enjoy~
Dear you chapter 20: Plug Uglies, the rescue and oh shillelagh.
Dear Spot,
I sit here again, the same place I always do when writing you these silly letters: the old chestnut desk that creaks everytime I rest my hand on it and begin to write, and the same old desk that has an unusually nice smell to it.
Summer is here now. I can feel the warm air coming in through the window. I've hardly seen you since that night you got blamed for taking us out to that dance. I also hear that you have started to sell papers again. sometimes I wish I'd hear your voice shouting out in the city and then I would turn around and there you would be, looking just as you should: a hard worker, loyal to his friends, a loving son and brother, and most of all the handsome young man I am in love with. I love the tiny curls in your hair and the sandy blonde texcture...Sorry. I can't help myself at times. You drive me crazy, even when I think about you during the day or late at night. The curv of your lips, the way you walk and the sound of your footsteps; their all planted deep inside my mind and they won't go away. Though, I don't mind at all.
Your eyes are a whole new conversation. That wonderful green that I remember looking into mine. I doubt you will ever see this. It's a book I plan on keeping to myself. Thoughts that I don't plan on telling anyone. I'm afraid that if you do you will not believe me and think me totally nuts, or on the other hand you will believe me and still think me totally nuts. I wish I could tell you everyting...in person at least...
Oh...I miss the sound of your voice. Our past conversations I remember clearly. That is the only way I can hear your voice...your laugh. I bet you've gotten taller too. I think I might have gotten shorter.
The only time I can see you is in my dreams now...I still hope to run into you. I hope that everything with charles will blow over and we will be able to go on with our lives together and be happy finally...Sigh...My ink is almost out. Looks like I will have to cut this letter short. Good-bye, Spot.
P.S.
I love you...
Evelyn set her things aside just at Bianca intered the room. Her hair was up in a neat bun but, it was quickly loosing it's neatness from the heat.
"Writing again?" Bianca asked.
Evelyn nodded. "A bit, yes. I'm running out of ink though so I will have to ask Sybelle to get more if she can."
"I'm sure she will," Bianca then adverted her attention towards something else and pointed outside the window. "Look! Sybelle's green house is finally finished!"
Evelyn got up from her seat and looked outside the window. "Did they just finish?"
Bianca nodded. "Looks good huh?"
Evelyn nodded and pushed back some of her hair. "Do you have anything to pull my hair back with. It's driving me crazy."
"Oh yeah, sure." Bianca rushed over to her night stand and gave Evelyn a thick, black string. "Here. Let me help you." Bianca pulled her friends hair back and tide it back for her. "Are you going to be ok, Eve?" Bianca asked her.
Evelyn turned around and gave Bianca a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"
Bianca shrugged. "Well...with everything that has happened with Spot...you just haven't been the same. And not only that but, Charles comes over more than what he should..."
Evelyn sighed and hung her shoulders a bit, leaning up against the wall. "Sometimes I wish I would find him...Spot...right in the middle of Brooklyn, shouting out the headlines...and as I stand looking at him he would turn and see me and we would both be staring at each other while the crowd of people rush past us..."
Bianca waited to see if Evelyn would go on and realized that she was done with her little speech. Bianca waved her hand in front of Evelyn's face. "Hello? Hellooooo?" Evelyn snapped back to reality and looked up at Bianca. "You've had some time to plan all this haven't you?" Bianca smiled a bit, trying not to laugh.
Evelyn blushed and playfully slapped her friend on the arm. "Shut-up! It's romantice!"
Bianca bursted out in fits of giggles. "Which part? The crowd or the standing?" Evelyn rolled her eyes and smiled and walked away. "Oh come on, Eve. That was funny, admit it!" Bianca grabbed Evelyn's shoulder and turned her back around. "At least hear me out on what I have to say."
Evelyn finally stopped trying to get away and waited for her friend to speak. "Well? What is it?"
Bianca cleared her thoat. "Tomorrow...Early morning..."
Evelyn rolled her eyes again. "You know how great I am at getting up in the morning."
"Shoosh! Let me finish...If not tomorrow morning then how about in the afternoon we go and sell papers? Maybe that way you will be able to...Oh...I don't know...Hear Spot shouting out?"
"Are you serious?" Evelyn asked her. Bianca modded her head and all Evelyn could do was sigh. "Alright. You win. Let's go and sell papers tomorrow afternoon."
"Great!" Bianca seemed really excited about it. "I've wanted to know what it was like being a newsie. Besides, you never see that many newsie girls. This should be fun."
That afternoon as they were getting ready to sell papes Bianca turned around after buttoning up her shirt and looked over to her friend and smiled. "You're going to weat that?"
Evelyn looked herself up and down. "What's wrong with what I am wearing?" she asked.
Bianca walked up to her friend and pointed at the hat she was wearing. "Newsie girls don't wear that nice of hats," she then paused and looked down at her shirt. "Or those nice of shirts." Bianca walked over to Evelyn's dresser and pulled out a more everyday-looking white longsleeved shirt. "Put this on. If you are going to play the part you must look it!" Evelyn nodded and quickly changed.
At first the two had to ask around where the distrobution center was; where they handed out the papes to the newsies. When they finally found it they rushed to get inline even though they wound up waiting for some time still to get their papes.
When it came close to their time to buy papes two older boys came rushing past everyone in the line. Evelyn and Bianca could hear curse words from the youngsters and even the older boys who had been waiting a very long time. "Why doesn't someone stop them?" Evelyn asked. Bianca shrugged and motioned her to move on.
One of the boys who cut had shaddy blonde hair that reached past his ears and an eye patch. Evelyn wondered if it was the real deal or if he was just pretending, but she was too intimidated by him to ask him.
Evelyn and Bianca started off by selling next to each other but that was a terrible idea. They decided to take the next two blocks down and sell, but no further than that. It was hard at first and Evelyn wondered just how in the hell Spot managed to do this within an hour or so. She had been standing out in the street, sweating in the heat. She had sold fifteen out of thirty and wondered if she would be able to sell the rest. Perhaps if she had to keep selling late that the evening breeze would send her some relief and it would better her chance at finding Spot. She adored Bianca for doing this. She knew that Bianca hated the heat and was only doing this because she loved Evelyn like a little sister.
Just as the eveing sky started to approach a slight cool breeze came in for the rescue. Evelyn stopped selling for a moment to enjoy the cool breeze. Since going back to an air contioned house was out of the question this breeze felt like heaven.
"Evelyn, are you done yet?" Bianca came up from behind. She had manged to sell all her papes.
"I have two left."
"So? Take them back to the house. I'm sure we could use it for the outhouse."
Evelyn slowly nodded. "I guess you're right." Bianca gave her a pat on the back and they headed for home but, something else came in their way or rather someone. Four boys who looked to be their age maybe older stood blocking their path.
"Can you move please?" Bianca asked but they said nothing. They then tried to move around them but again they blocked their path. "The hell is your problem?" Bianca was about loose it.
"Bianca stop it." Evelyn begged.
"You a newsie goil?" One of them asked, getting up close and into Bianca's personal space. Bianca backed away little and Evelyn took hold of her arm.
"So what if we are?" Evelyn said.
"Did my friend ask you?" Another boy snapped at her.
The first boy who spoke seemed to be the oldest, their leader. He wore black worn out suspenders and a brown shirt and black pants and shoes with a great big hole in one of them. The other boys wore just simple long sleeved shirts with some stans on them and brown and black pants but better shoes.
"I'f you're newsies," started the oldest boy. "Then I suggest you give us all your earnings in sellin' ya papes or you'se both aint gonna like it."
Seeing that the girls were surrounded and the remaining people on the streets didn't seem to care that these boys were interigating them that they decided to run for it.
They started off at the same pace but Bianca was pumping her feet faster and hurried Evelyn along. One of the boys managed to take hold of Bianca's arms and twisted her skin like an indian burn. Bianca cried out and let go of Evelyn's hand. Bianca pushed the boy back with all her might and then kicked him in the shin. The girls were split up then leaving one on Bianca's heils and two on Evelyn's while the one who got kicked in the shin decided to give up on the chace and sit down on the side-walk and wait for the thrubbing pain to go away.
Evelyn ran as fast as she could through the streets of Brooklyn. The bigger guys were after for God know what reason and all she knew was to get away. She had to think fast about where to go. It might have been New York, the place she grew up, but things were still very different. Some areas were blocked and some shops and signs were not even up yet. She didn't have time to stop and think which street she was on. All she could do was keep moving her feet, praying that the two guys would give up and stop chasing her.
The sky grew darker and little droplets of rain started to fall until there was a rush of them and the streets became blurry. Evelyn turned to what looked like a good way to lose them, but she only ended up finding herself in an alley. She stopped for but a second, recollecting herself and gaining back some strength. Evelyn started to run again soon after but something unexpected happened: Her legs gave in right beneath her and she fell hard on the stone ground. She didn't understand why her legs gave out. She still had SOME strength left to keep going. But why here of all places? It was like those skechy movies where the girl gets killed or raped in a dark alley and no one is there to help her. After running for what seemed like forever she could no longer take it and died by hearing the sounds of her own screams that would either slowly die down or instantly stop. Evelyn refused to meet such an end though and grabbed what was ever closest to her amoung the trash she fell next to and through it at the closest boy.
"OW! That bitch just threw a rock at me!" the younger boy held on to his right shoulder, still coming after her.
"Looks like we'll have to teach her a lesson then eh? Instead of jus' takin' 'er moneh let's have some fun too!" Evelyn, not giving up just fought to stand back up but couldn't it was like her feet were broken, but instead of pain...she felt...nothing. Her legs were completely numb. She picked up some trash and threw it in the boys' faces. "That's not going to help you!" One of them said. One took her by the arms and pinned her down while the other got on top of her and started to search her. He eventually ended up finding where she kept her money which was hidden in her left boot. After he found what he wanted her smirked at her and squeezed her cheeks real hard. "No one will help you little newsie goil..." he grabbed for her breasts and squeezed those real hard too. Evelyn screamed as loud as she could and was shut up after a few seconds, her mouth being held shut with the boys hand. Her screams were all but muffles now, with no hope of being heard, but all it took was that one scream and someone was there to help.
The boy was picked up by one hand and flung back. The boy pinning her down soon got up to fight this rescuer. Her rescuer didn't give the boy a flying chance to get him. Instead he flung his whole arm back and gave it his all and punched the young lad, turning his fist like a screw. WHAM! The boy fell flat on his arse!
"Awh. Did you fall down? Here...let me help." the voice sounded familiar but the heavy rain kept her from figuring out who. PLus the dizzyness that was slowly overcoming her because off all the running. Evelyn's rescuer then walked past her and picked up the boy not much younger than he and shook him a bit only to throw him on the ground again. He then turned and faced the other boy who picked himself up and came after him with a raging fist. This didn't seem to bother the rescuer though and he dodged his swinging fist. The boy went falling over the rescuer and almost stumbled to his feet. Evelyn managed to turn around by dragging herself, trying not to get in the way. She stared up at her rescuer for a few seconds before finally realizing who it was. "SPOT!" She cried out. Spot did not turn his attention though towards her. Instead he kept his angry gaze upon the two young boys. The droplets of rain fell off at the tips of Spot's hair, his shirt was soaked and so were his pants. His shoes didn't look all that great either but, his fists were in a tight squeeze, almost shaking, white even, and something hung between his belt loop. It was wooden and looked like some kind of make shift hammer, but not quite. He took it out from the loop of his belt and held it firmly in his right fist. "Ya dare t'take advantage of a goil like dat?" his voice was deep and angry. It even scared Evelyn. His true Irish accent kicking in with a hint of that tough Brooklyn talk mixed in with it. "I'se betteh off killin' ya and talkin' a nice long shat you're foking graves...if you git one. You leave 'er 'lone you sons o' bitches!" The boys didn't know what to think.
"You...you're Spot Conlon..." said the oldest. He then smirked. "Oh...I've hoid stories 'bout you."
Spot ignored him and lifted up the make shift hammer. "Ya knows what this is?" he asked the boys, looking down at it. They shook their heads. "You may call it a hammer heah...but where I come from...Ireland...me homeland. We Irish folk call it a shillelagh...got beat wit it a few times by me own dad." he looked down at it some more before finally saying, "And now...I'se think I'll beat both ya arses wit it." With that said and done the three went after each other like wild animals. Spot took up his shillelagh and whacked the oldest right in the face. He went tumbling down and other stopped but not in the right time and Spot kneed him in the gut and soon whacked him on the back, knocking the hair right out of him.
Seeing that this fight was done, knowing for sure that the boys would not get back up, Spot put his shillelagh away and ran back over to Evelyn, helping her up. Evelyn thought she could stand but only fell again. The feeling in her legs had not yet returned.
"Whoa!" Spot caught her just in time.
"I'm sorry...I can't feel my legs right now I...I don't know why."
"That's ok. I'll just carry you."
"Ah. No, no. That's not..." but he didn't it anyways and took her out of the alley.
"What you'se doin' out hereh in the rain? And so far from home?"
"I...was selling news papers." she told him truthfully.
Spot raised a brow at her. "Papes...you'se was sellin' papes?" he laughed a little.
"What' so funny?" Evelyn asked him.
"Nothin'...How far did ya get?"
"How far? You mean by how many I sold?" Spot nodded. "I bought thirty and have two left over."
Spot smiled. "Not bad for a fresh newsie goil." he laughed. His laugh ringed in Evelyn's ear like a bell and couldn't help but smile back at him. But then their smiles dropped and they both just stared at each other. There was nothing but the sound of the rain filling the silence until Spot finally asked.
"Why were you selling papes? What made ya want to try dat out?"
"I was hoping to find you, honestly."
Spot's eyes got a little wide. "Really? Ah man...fat chance tryin' t'find me...I sell me papes real fast these days."
Evelyn laughed. "Guess I was outa luck...but in a way it all worked out."
"Worked out?" he asked her. "Ya nearly got...ya butt kicked!"
Evelyn bit her lower lip. "Let's not talk about that part...though you did look pretty damn amazing back there." Spot nodded in agreement. Just then the rain started to light up and Evelyn noticed the street she was on. "Oh no..."
"What?"
"You're taking me back home?"
"Yes...Thata problem?" he asked her.
"It's just...after that whole time of not being able to see each other and talk you are just going to take me home?"
"Where else do you'se 'spect me ta take ya? Coitenly can't stay outside. We'se both end up gettin' sick."
"Take me to your place then." she said to him.
"What?!" Spot was shocked.
"I want to see your family, Spot."
"You...do?"
"Yes!"
Spot was not going to argue with her. They had nowhere else to go and he didn't really feel like getting blamed again for a good deed. So he decided to take her back to his place, which was probably swarming with his younger siblings and his mother hard at work and making something for supper.
Spot carried her to the apartment, the sounds of the neighbors echoed in the halls and on one floor it smelt like rotten milk. The smell soon passed though as they got to Spot's floor. The smell of baking potatos and fish filled the air. "Were the only Irish family in this apartment so our floor usually smells like baked potatos." He laughed a little. And as he opened the door to his little home there stood his mother cooking. She turned to greet her son with the usual smile on her face but it turned to shock when she saw him carrying Evelyn. "Goodness!" she said. "Spotty! What happened?" she then gave Evelyn a better look. "Ah...I'se remember you'se. You'se that goil I met some months ago..." Evelyn nodded.
Suddenly the splash of water sounded and the three turned their heads to see Spot's two younger brothers sitting in a tin of water playing with a small thing of soap. "Oh! Sorry, dear. Spot, take her into the next room. I'll get you'se a wet rag...she looks a little doity. Worsh her face off and she can join us for suppeh."
Spot took Evelyn into the next room and set her down on the bed. His mother came in seconds later with the wet rag and a dry one and handed it to Spot and walked out just as fast as she came in. "Your mom seems real nice." said Evelyn.
Spot nodded. "Best one I know." he smirked. He took up the rag and started to wipe off the dirt on Evelyn's face. Even after all that ran she ended up looking dirty. "So what's wrong with your legs? Can you still not feel them?" he asked her.
Evelyn looked down and moved her right foot a little. "Somewhat...not really though. I don't know what happened. They just gave out on me...That sort of thing has never happened."
Spot raised both brows and smirked. "Well...Miss. Conneally, you'se got one serious condition." As he continued to clean her face they sat there in silence. He was so close to her! Looking carefully over, making sure he got every speck of dirt off her pretty littl face. The last place that had dirt were her lips. It was hardly visable but Spot took the rag and slowly and smoothly wiped it away, looking intently at her lips. He then quickly re-adverted his eyes to hers and cleared his throat. He set rag the down on the floor and picked up the dry rag and carefully dried off her hair a bit. He then looked down at her feet. "Can I?" he asked her. She nodded. Spot carefully unlaced her boots and slowly slid them off setting them to the side. He did the same with the other boot. After that he took Evelyn's right foot and began to massage it. "Mayhaps this will help get some of the feelin' back in your feet and woik on up to ya legs." Spot's hands felt big and warm as he massaged her feet. It felt really nice.
Evelyn moved her hand up to Spot and carresed his hair. He seemed a bit startled and stopped for a second. He looked up at her and then went back to looking at her feet and started to massage the other. Again Evelyn went to carres his hair and again he stopped but this time he grabbed her hand and held it with both his hands. "Please," he begged. "I'm tryin' t'be respectable heah...I'se don' want to loose control with you, Eve."
"I don't care." she told him.
Spot sighed. "But I do! People look at me and think that I'm some kind of loser. Some Loser of Brooklyn."
"Loser?" said Evelyn. "You're more like the King of Brooklyn." she told him with a smile.
"Really?" he said. "You'se think me some kind of King?"
Evelyn nodded. "You do have that dashing smile and good looks and you did rescue me from those guys...Who were they anyway?"
Spot was a little taken a back by her question. As if she should already know that. Still, he decided to answer her. "Plug Uglies." he said.
"Plug Uglies?"
"Yeah...they beat up newsies and take their money...they do worse to goils. You'se damn lucky, Evelyn. Knowin' dat even one of 'em harmed you in dat way I would have...I would have...I would have killed 'em. I almost did this evenin'. They jus' made me so...pissed off! I want to be the one who...who..."
Evelyn smiled and slitghly blushed. She bent her face down beside his and whispered. "It's ok...I understand what you are trying to say." she told him.
Spot blushed. "You...You do?" Evelyn nodded. "You aren't angry?"
Evelyn laughed a little. "Why would I be angry?"
Spot shook his head. He didn't know what to say.
As Evelyn sat back up, Spot leaned in and kissed her, taking her by surprise. It was a surprising kiss but a good one. When they locked lips it was a warm sensation for the both. Spot licked her lower lip asking for entrence and Evelyn gladly gave it to him. His tongue massaged her mouth as she lightly moaned. They bothe had to keep it down so the others would not hear. They couldn't go on for long though, in fear that Spot's mother could very well walked in at any givin moment. "I want you Evelyn...I do."
Evelyn moaned softly as she felt Spot move his hand on to her leg and up the side of her thigh. "I want you too." She told him quietly. She could feel Spot's hot breaths deepening and with no doubt soon be getting hard all over his manhood. Suddenly he stopped...Spot pulled back and stood up. "No, Evelyn...I'm goin' t'make an honest young woman outa ya. Not gonna take ya like this or any other day till I make you honest." Soon his mother called out to them that the food was ready. The two headed out and each had half a potato and a piece of fish. Evelyn looked around at Spot's family. This was the life he lived. He worked hard all day and came home to a family just like a father, but in this case he was the big brother. People thought all wrong about Spot...Well kinda. He was still tough, ready to take on anyone, best at selling papes in Brooklyn and good at giving orders...Among other things, Spot did his best.
Once the feeling in Evelyn's legs returned Spot walked her home but stopped a block away from the house. The both did not want to risk getting in trouble again. If sneaking around was the only way to see each other then so be it! Evelyn looked at Spot down the block and waved him off. He did the same and the two went their sepperate ways.
Once Evelyn got inside, Bianca ran to see if she was ok. Sybelle came next and then Thomas.
"Are you alright?" they asked.
"Bianca told us all about it." said Sybelle.
Evelyn nodded tiredly. "I'm alright. I managed to loose the Plug Uglies..." Bianca looked at her puzzled and Evelyn gave her a look as in she would tell her later. "I'm tired and need to sleep."
"What about supper? You must be hungry." said Thomas.
"Nope...Not hungry. Jus' tired." she said nothing more but headed up stairs and fell right to sleep, feeling better than she had in weeks.
By the way a shillelagh is basicly a club or walking stick (I guess that's why they give Spot a cane in the movie...I don't know for certain though) but it is related to Ireland. I have one too. Got it from Ireland :) Well my uncles brought it back anyway.
Welp! Hope you liked it. See you all next chapter! ^^
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