Okay, I know Chapter four wasn't so good and very short. But I'm having a BIG writer's block right now. So I hope I'll make the best out of it in this chapter. Please review
Chapter five
"Hey Thun, how are you?" Storm turned around to look into Blue-Eyes smiling face.
"Better, I think I'll able to walk in a few days." Blue-Eyes narrowed his eyes at her.
"Don't even think about it!" Storm rolled her eyes.
"Come on! I'm better, really!"
"Thunderstorm, do you want your injures to become worse?! You'll stay in bed till we call the doc in three weeks and he'll tell you, you are okay. No minute earlier! Got it?" They stared at each other several minutes until Thunderstorm looked away sulking.
"Stop sulking. You know it's the best for you!" Blue-Eyes sighed. As he realised that she wouldn't talk with him the next hour he left, closing the door quietly. He sighed heavily. Blue-Eyes knew her to well to be mad at her. She was a pigheaded fellow. And one of the worst! And that she was to proud to be depended on others. Blue-Eyes felt that his friend had the worst time of her life. First Hans, her father, the rape and now she was forced to stay in bed. He only hoped she wouldn't make any mistakes.
Thunderstorm looked at the wall next to her. Somewhere deep down in her stubborn head she knew that Blue was right. But, as I said, deep down, in a very small part... And that isn't this much!
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In the meantime Tricks stayed in Harlem with his brother he had told him Spot's message. But Ice had some trouble himself so it would take him a while to go to Brooklyn. Tricks had a run in with the police so he stayed in Harlem's lodging house till Ice would go to Brooklyn.
While he sat in the Lodging house the whole day, his thoughts always went back to this girl. What if she had already identify him? What if Spot jist sat there and waited for Tricks to come back? He wouldn't let this damn slut ruin his life. He would get her. He had to!
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Spot was with Pat for the lunchtime. As he kissed her his thought began to wander. He had to think at Storm. He didn't know why but she filled his thoughts since the last night. Or was it longer?
Pat didn't notice about Spot's thoughts she was glad that she had the most wanted guy in all New York. And she would keep him and no other girl would come between them!
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Thunder still looked at the wall next to her when she heard someone entering the room. She turned around to look at a small girl. With blond shoulder length hair and blue eyes.
"Hey. Who are you?" She smiled at the small one.
"Daisy. And you are Thunderstorm, right?" Storm nodded. Daisy looked at her for several minutes before coming over to the bed and sitting down on it.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. Even if nobody wants to believe me!" Storm winked at Daisy. She nodded seriously.
"The boys are overprotective! How old are you?"
"Almost fifteen and you?"
"Nine"
"Really? I had thought you were ten at least." Daisy smiled proudly at Storm.
"You know what? I think I like you!" Storm's smile grew.
"Well, I think I like you too."
"I'm going and help Jerry. Okay?" Storm nodded and looked after the little girl.
Chapter five
"Hey Thun, how are you?" Storm turned around to look into Blue-Eyes smiling face.
"Better, I think I'll able to walk in a few days." Blue-Eyes narrowed his eyes at her.
"Don't even think about it!" Storm rolled her eyes.
"Come on! I'm better, really!"
"Thunderstorm, do you want your injures to become worse?! You'll stay in bed till we call the doc in three weeks and he'll tell you, you are okay. No minute earlier! Got it?" They stared at each other several minutes until Thunderstorm looked away sulking.
"Stop sulking. You know it's the best for you!" Blue-Eyes sighed. As he realised that she wouldn't talk with him the next hour he left, closing the door quietly. He sighed heavily. Blue-Eyes knew her to well to be mad at her. She was a pigheaded fellow. And one of the worst! And that she was to proud to be depended on others. Blue-Eyes felt that his friend had the worst time of her life. First Hans, her father, the rape and now she was forced to stay in bed. He only hoped she wouldn't make any mistakes.
Thunderstorm looked at the wall next to her. Somewhere deep down in her stubborn head she knew that Blue was right. But, as I said, deep down, in a very small part... And that isn't this much!
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In the meantime Tricks stayed in Harlem with his brother he had told him Spot's message. But Ice had some trouble himself so it would take him a while to go to Brooklyn. Tricks had a run in with the police so he stayed in Harlem's lodging house till Ice would go to Brooklyn.
While he sat in the Lodging house the whole day, his thoughts always went back to this girl. What if she had already identify him? What if Spot jist sat there and waited for Tricks to come back? He wouldn't let this damn slut ruin his life. He would get her. He had to!
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Spot was with Pat for the lunchtime. As he kissed her his thought began to wander. He had to think at Storm. He didn't know why but she filled his thoughts since the last night. Or was it longer?
Pat didn't notice about Spot's thoughts she was glad that she had the most wanted guy in all New York. And she would keep him and no other girl would come between them!
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Thunder still looked at the wall next to her when she heard someone entering the room. She turned around to look at a small girl. With blond shoulder length hair and blue eyes.
"Hey. Who are you?" She smiled at the small one.
"Daisy. And you are Thunderstorm, right?" Storm nodded. Daisy looked at her for several minutes before coming over to the bed and sitting down on it.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. Even if nobody wants to believe me!" Storm winked at Daisy. She nodded seriously.
"The boys are overprotective! How old are you?"
"Almost fifteen and you?"
"Nine"
"Really? I had thought you were ten at least." Daisy smiled proudly at Storm.
"You know what? I think I like you!" Storm's smile grew.
"Well, I think I like you too."
"I'm going and help Jerry. Okay?" Storm nodded and looked after the little girl.