Spot waited another three days, until Friday, to confront Anne. He stayed at his hiding place in the alley beside the hotel fire escape until 9:00 to be sure that she'd be alone.
Up the creaky fire escape Spot went, until he reached the double pain window that led to her bedroom. It squeaked softly as he slowly slid it open.
He crept slowly over the door leading out to the hall of the hotel. He wanted to make sure that she had no means of escape, because he knew that her first instinct would be to run.
After watching Anne brush her hair in front of the dressing table for a few minuets, he let out a loud cough to make his presence known. "Shh...It's me, Spot!" he whispered before she could let a scream escape.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I want nothing to do with you?" she whaled, brandishing a silver candlestick at him as tears slowly met her eyes. "How many times do you think dat you can lie about dis before you admit da truth?" he chuckled as he walked closer to her.
"Don't come any nearer!" she said through gritted teeth, "I'll scream! I will! Oh that'll be the end of you. I will finally have you gone so that I can get on with my life."
As she was distracted Spot raced over and clamped a steady hand over her mouth and grabbed the candlestick, she had been using as a weapon, and threw it across the room.
"First of all, I'm hurt. I thought we were friends. Second, did you think dat your little friend, uh, what's his name? Oh, yeah, Erik. That's right. Would come to save you?"
"You were spying on me?!" she asked as she shoved him away. "Not spying. You were makin' quite a spectacle a yourself ya know. It was kinda hard ta jist ignore it. Okay let me get ta da point. You almost killed Brandon,"
I always wondered what his real name was - Anne thought to herself as she lay back on her four poster bed.
"He wouldn't eat, Anne. He was starving himself. He loved you," Spot said. Anne cried into her pillow as Spot rubbed her back, trying to ease her pain. Her tears quieted and she said muffled into her pillow, "If this is your way to stop me from leaving to Chicago it's not helping one bit."
"What!" Spot got up quickly, horrified, "What do you mean?" She slowly sat up to see a very angry Spot pacing the back and forth. "Exactly what I said. I'm leaving with Erik tomorrow. You should know that already since you've been spying on me for the last week," Anne replied.
"I can't take no more a dis! You love him Anne! And he loves you!" Spot roared as he ran to the window and down the fire escape.
For the rest of the night Anne cried into her pillow as her feelings for Pieboy returned to her mind. Her continual attempts to forget him had seemed to quit working.