CHAPTER TWENTYEIGHT
So now, I was tied up, next to Spot, in the basement, crying my bloody eyes out. Spot was unconscious and I was deathly afraid that he would die. I knew what would happen but I didn't understand why they didn't just kill me and get it over with. Instead, we were thrown in the basement, whilst they drank. Go figure.
"Spot?" I whispered but there was no response and I sniffed, trying to move closer. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang and a series of shouts that I couldn't make out. It sounded as if a fight had broken out. Whistles quieted it and I whimpered thinking no one would find us.
"Chloe?" someone yelled and I jumped.
"Pin?"
"No, it's a cross-dresser, yes Pin, where are you?" he shouted.
"We're in here," I cried, happy that I wouldn't have to live with rats in the disgusting basement.
"Well that's descriptive," I heard him mutter as the door opened, "Oh god, Chloe."
"Can you untie me before you get all-."
"You should have known better!" he pointed a finger at me.
"Oh, here we go," I muttered, leaning my head against the wall.
"You know him better than I do and still you came out here. With Damian no less!"
"Hey! How was I supposed to know he was working for him," I demanded angrily, "Look, we can talk about this later. Get us out of here, Spot's not doing great right now."
"Aiight, aiight," he flicked out a knife and cut me loose before doing the same to Spot, "I am glad you're aiight though."
"I would hope so," I muttered, pulling Spot up, "Help."
"Oh right," he grabbed his other arm and we dragged him up the stairs.
"So what happened?" I asked as we exited the warehouse.
"Oh that, well, Kid Blink came to tell me that someone else had been attacked and that the attacker wanted to talk to you-."
"So you put two and two together and made four," I smiled and he laughed slightly.
"I guess," he nodded, "but anyway, I got the police and we stormed the party but-."
"So they got arrested?"
"Well, Damian and the workers did but Chloe, he, he got away."
"For the love of, what did I do wrong?" I yelled at the sky as we proceeded down the street, ignoring the looks we got from passersby, "It's official."
"What is?" Pin asked slowly.
"God hates me." Pin rolled his eyes, knocking on the lodging house door and, luckily, Kloppman answered.
"They're all at Tibby's, why don't we take him up to the sick room," he offered and I sighed, relieved. I really didn't need to be around everyone right now. I just needed Spot to be okay. Kloppman wouldn't let me in while he worked and I didn't exactly blame him, who would want a worried girlfriend to be in the same room as her boyfriend who just got shot? So I was sitting across from the door when it opened and he smiled down at me. "He's gonna be aiight."
"Oh thank god," I muttered, standing.
"He's asleep right now, luckily he didn't loose too much blood because of the bandage you made but he's still a little weak and he'll be in pain."
"Thank you so much Kloppman," I smiled, hugging him, "Can I go in?"
"Of course." I stood there for a second, staring at Spot but then I crawled in next to him and laced my fingers with his.
"You better be aiight, Conlon," I murmured, looking up at the peaceful face, "I need you. More than you know."
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Soooooooo...what'dya thiiink? Yeah, i know, Damian's a bad guy but remember, he always was gonna be and hopefully you'll find out why...if i can fit it in...and they didn't catch the father yet...hmm, wonder what will happen ;-)
