"Just to Love"
By: Laney Sanchez
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WOW! I cannot believe I have 19 reviews! That blow my mind but it certainly is nice to know. I'm glad so many of you like the story and I hope to keep you guys interested :)
...Brooklyn Majestic thank you for the review. I'm glad you like it :D
As for Moulin Rouge. I started this story before I saw it. That song "Nature Boy" was used in another movie (before Moulin Rouge) with Christian Slater and Marisa Tomei called "Untamed Heart". Same song, same lyrics. But yes that's the song I got the title from :)
(I'm surprised someone picked that one up :D)
...PrincessRed LOL. Your post made me giggle :D
Thank you as well for your review. *pictures Spot with gills* Now that'd be funny...
Weird but funny. Spot will be okay. The rope wasn't tight enough or anything to hurt him or drown him. Just enough to hold him in place. You'll see later on just EXACTLY how he got out of that one...
...Bam that's quite all right. I like ANY review. Even the negative ones. Granted I don't like reviews that are pointless and say "You're story sucks!". I like negatives too cause they let me know what I'm doing wrong and that's good cause then I can try and patch it up again. There was nothing wrong with your previous post. It made me giggle :)
Also thank you for the pointers. I will DEFINITELY take note of them. As for WHY Reina hates Spot...that will be revealed later on.
Thank you *hugs* :D
...Rae Kelly thank you for your review as well. There'll be lots more pranks...Spot isn't letting Reina get away with that last one...
...Dragon I hope you got the mess cleaned up and I hope it didn't mess anything up :P
Heehee thanks for the review :D
I think that's about it for this chapter. If I forgot anyone (that I didn't include here and on Chapter 9) I'm SORRY!! Your review still means a lot to me...I'll make sure to include a thank you on chapter 11. Though I don't think I DID miss anyone *glances around*
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One little note. The lodging house isn't the one in Manhattan where Jack, Race and the others are. It's a different one in Brooklyn. I figured that kinda makes sense because Spot IS the head of Brooklyn newsies. He wouldn't just give up his turf because they won the strike. So naturally I assumed there's a lodging house in Brooklyn as well. Just a little side note. Also to shorten things *~* means a dream sequence.
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Chapter 10 ~ "Why Den Does It Matter?"
Reina opened her eyes. Dawn was just breaking. She glanced around, sleep still in her eyes. She took note that no one else seemed to be awake...yet.
She didn't exactly remember falling asleep, but she remembered that she HAD dreamed.
The dream itself never changed. It was the same. A terrible reminder of who she really was and what really had come to pass.
*~*
Dishes lay scattered...broken. They wouldn't have anything to eat on now. Possibly two plates were unbroken. One could maybe be fixed and that was a BIG maybe...
One chair lay cast aside, useless and unused.
The scene was one of wreckage. Of broken spirits. Everything in the room seemed worn out, almost sad.
"Try to understand..."
Sobbing...
"Try?! Oh this is grand...just ...GRAND!"
"I know...I-I know..."
Then there was the sound of flesh striking flesh. A loud slap echoed the halls followed by a scream of shock. Betrayal even.
*~*
Reina closed her eyes. She hated the dreams, because unlike the memories...they were twisted with everything. All her nightmares rolled into one.
And they were inescapable.
Tears had welled up in her eyes just ever so slightly. Reina willed them away. She wasn't going to cry for the past. It was over and done with. That was the truth...
"But...if it's over and done with..." Reina thought, placing a hand to her head. Her head pounded with a bad headache. "Why does it still haunt me?"
Asking questions with no answers was stupid...It only brought more pain and worse yet...tears. Reina knew that if she let out all the pain and suffering that she was holding inside, she may not ever get a grip back on reality. She might not want to come back. That fact alone scared her.
"Besides...I'll be damned if I let Spot see me cry..." she muttered, running now both hands down her face.
Suddenly her eyes snapped wide open. She remembered that one part of her night HADN'T been a dream.
"Spot..." she said his name. She let it sink in that she REALLY had tied him to the pillar and left him. She threw herself out of bed and scrambled for the door. She didn't care who she woke.
Her legs dashed for the pier and when she finally got there, she almost threw herself into the water. She had meant to make Spot suffer, yes.
However...she had only planned to leave him there for an hour or so. Just to shake him up.
She hadn't planned on falling asleep...
"Spot..." she muttered. She stared at the water, not really sure what to think. Between this and the dream, her mind was reeling. Shock, fear, hurt, confusion...
Things only seemed to get worse as Reina made a sick realization.
Spot Conlon wasn't where she had left him.
"...Oh my God..."
Her first thought was that he had drown.
She failed to see that the rope was cut.
Reina fell to her knees. She had disliked him ... and yes she had meant to teach him and his cocky attitude a lesson...but she had never meant to KILL him.
Reina felt she was going to be sick. This had been all too much for her. She put a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes tight, begging for this to be a dream. A sick, twisted dream...
"Spot...I-"
"Yous can start apologizin' now"
Reina's head snapped up in the direction of the voice. Spot stood behind her, one hand holding his cane as always and the other at his side. He stared down at her fiercely, like a hawk watching it's prey's every move.
Reina neglected to notice that look though as she jumped up and threw herself at him.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!" Reina cried. Spot's eyes widened and he lost his grip on his cane, both arms flying out to catch her. He blinked a couple times in surprise, then shot her a quick look like she had gone completely nuts.
Reina herself didn't know wether to laugh or to cry.
Spot stumbled back a little. A look of confusion crossed his face mixed with a frustrated glare. Reina probably would've found it cute, had she not suddenly become enraged.
"One minute yous hate me, and da next yous is throwin' youself at me?"
Reina backed away and stared for a moment. "...You've been alive...?"
"Yeah..." he said calmly, like it was no surprise at all.
"And...you sat here and... just watched me panic...out of sheer pleasure..." she paused. Her eyes slowly met his. "Didn't you?"
Spot smirked. "So? Is dat so wrong, Kitten?"
Reina suddenly flew at him and punched him hard. "HOW DARE YOU!?"
Spot stumbled back further. Anymore and he would've been taking another swim. Spot rubbed his jaw and glared. "Yous is getting' too used to dat..."
"I sat here, thinking you were DEAD...my heart was in my throat...I was ready to actually JUMP IN for your stupid ass, I mean I actually...PANICKED over YOU...and all you can say is SO!?!" she screamed. She was panting and looking at him with the most amazed look. Spot wasn't sure if she was going to punch him again or just scream some more.
"Ugh..." she sighed and placed a hand over her heart. Reina looked away trying to catch her breath. Spot stood up straight once more and went to approach her but she whirled around quite suddenly and spat "AND DON'T CALL ME KITTEN!"
"Punch me again and yous better be prepared ta fight" Spot said with a serious look upon his face now.
Reina only moaned. She had enough emotional turmoil for one day. "...Just go away Spot..." she muttered, turning away from him.
Spot picked up his cane and watched her. His cocky glare was still fixed upon Reina. "Answer me dis den..."
Reina rolled her eyes and curled her lip. She felt that at this moment, she despised Spot Conlon more than ever. "What...?" she sneered. She didn't give a flying frisbee wether or not she sounded "nice".
His highness could just go -
"Why didj yous panic if I was dead or not ... if yous hate me?"
Reina's thoughts were interrupted. More over they were suddenly flustered. "Huh?"
she asked, rather stupidly. The question had struck a note. Why DID it matter?
"Well let's see...I don't think the others would've appreciated had their boss been drowned by a GIRL...not to mention the authorities" she muttered. The whole excuse itself sounded pretty lame.
Spot stepped closer, now eyeing her like he was about to pull a precious gem of knowledge out of her. "Okay den... why is yous carrying on? Why den does it matter?"
Reina became frustrated. This had DEFINITELY NOT been a good morning. "I-I DON'T KNOW! ...It...It doesn't!"
Spot watched her for a moment. For a split second he actually seemed to be ENJOYING her frustration.
He then pulled his cap back on firmly with one hand, just to make sure it was in place and gripped his cane in the other. "Okay den. It's over an done wit"
Reina glared, saucily, like she couldn't believe he was saying that. However Spot spoke just as she had opened her mouth.
"As for dat punch..." he tapped a tall stack of papers with his cane, the other hand touching the side of his jaw where she had hit him. There were three bundles on top of each other. Reina only eyed it. "What...?"
"If yous is me best newsie...den yous won't mind provin it again today" he said matter of factly. Reina's jaw about hit the floor.
"Relax..." she chided to herself, mentally. "It's only three stacks. That will be easy in one da-"
"I want dose sold in one hour. No less" Spot said and turned, leaving Reina to dwell upon those words. Reina's jaw resumed to hang open.
Spot stopped and turned around on one last note "But dat should be no problem for yous...easy woik, right...Kitten?"
Reina restrained herself.
However just barely.
Spot flashed her a devious smirk and walked away.
Reina's blood boiled. However she had punched Spot Conlon enough for one day.
By: Laney Sanchez
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WOW! I cannot believe I have 19 reviews! That blow my mind but it certainly is nice to know. I'm glad so many of you like the story and I hope to keep you guys interested :)
...Brooklyn Majestic thank you for the review. I'm glad you like it :D
As for Moulin Rouge. I started this story before I saw it. That song "Nature Boy" was used in another movie (before Moulin Rouge) with Christian Slater and Marisa Tomei called "Untamed Heart". Same song, same lyrics. But yes that's the song I got the title from :)
(I'm surprised someone picked that one up :D)
...PrincessRed LOL. Your post made me giggle :D
Thank you as well for your review. *pictures Spot with gills* Now that'd be funny...
Weird but funny. Spot will be okay. The rope wasn't tight enough or anything to hurt him or drown him. Just enough to hold him in place. You'll see later on just EXACTLY how he got out of that one...
...Bam that's quite all right. I like ANY review. Even the negative ones. Granted I don't like reviews that are pointless and say "You're story sucks!". I like negatives too cause they let me know what I'm doing wrong and that's good cause then I can try and patch it up again. There was nothing wrong with your previous post. It made me giggle :)
Also thank you for the pointers. I will DEFINITELY take note of them. As for WHY Reina hates Spot...that will be revealed later on.
Thank you *hugs* :D
...Rae Kelly thank you for your review as well. There'll be lots more pranks...Spot isn't letting Reina get away with that last one...
...Dragon I hope you got the mess cleaned up and I hope it didn't mess anything up :P
Heehee thanks for the review :D
I think that's about it for this chapter. If I forgot anyone (that I didn't include here and on Chapter 9) I'm SORRY!! Your review still means a lot to me...I'll make sure to include a thank you on chapter 11. Though I don't think I DID miss anyone *glances around*
.
One little note. The lodging house isn't the one in Manhattan where Jack, Race and the others are. It's a different one in Brooklyn. I figured that kinda makes sense because Spot IS the head of Brooklyn newsies. He wouldn't just give up his turf because they won the strike. So naturally I assumed there's a lodging house in Brooklyn as well. Just a little side note. Also to shorten things *~* means a dream sequence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 10 ~ "Why Den Does It Matter?"
Reina opened her eyes. Dawn was just breaking. She glanced around, sleep still in her eyes. She took note that no one else seemed to be awake...yet.
She didn't exactly remember falling asleep, but she remembered that she HAD dreamed.
The dream itself never changed. It was the same. A terrible reminder of who she really was and what really had come to pass.
*~*
Dishes lay scattered...broken. They wouldn't have anything to eat on now. Possibly two plates were unbroken. One could maybe be fixed and that was a BIG maybe...
One chair lay cast aside, useless and unused.
The scene was one of wreckage. Of broken spirits. Everything in the room seemed worn out, almost sad.
"Try to understand..."
Sobbing...
"Try?! Oh this is grand...just ...GRAND!"
"I know...I-I know..."
Then there was the sound of flesh striking flesh. A loud slap echoed the halls followed by a scream of shock. Betrayal even.
*~*
Reina closed her eyes. She hated the dreams, because unlike the memories...they were twisted with everything. All her nightmares rolled into one.
And they were inescapable.
Tears had welled up in her eyes just ever so slightly. Reina willed them away. She wasn't going to cry for the past. It was over and done with. That was the truth...
"But...if it's over and done with..." Reina thought, placing a hand to her head. Her head pounded with a bad headache. "Why does it still haunt me?"
Asking questions with no answers was stupid...It only brought more pain and worse yet...tears. Reina knew that if she let out all the pain and suffering that she was holding inside, she may not ever get a grip back on reality. She might not want to come back. That fact alone scared her.
"Besides...I'll be damned if I let Spot see me cry..." she muttered, running now both hands down her face.
Suddenly her eyes snapped wide open. She remembered that one part of her night HADN'T been a dream.
"Spot..." she said his name. She let it sink in that she REALLY had tied him to the pillar and left him. She threw herself out of bed and scrambled for the door. She didn't care who she woke.
Her legs dashed for the pier and when she finally got there, she almost threw herself into the water. She had meant to make Spot suffer, yes.
However...she had only planned to leave him there for an hour or so. Just to shake him up.
She hadn't planned on falling asleep...
"Spot..." she muttered. She stared at the water, not really sure what to think. Between this and the dream, her mind was reeling. Shock, fear, hurt, confusion...
Things only seemed to get worse as Reina made a sick realization.
Spot Conlon wasn't where she had left him.
"...Oh my God..."
Her first thought was that he had drown.
She failed to see that the rope was cut.
Reina fell to her knees. She had disliked him ... and yes she had meant to teach him and his cocky attitude a lesson...but she had never meant to KILL him.
Reina felt she was going to be sick. This had been all too much for her. She put a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes tight, begging for this to be a dream. A sick, twisted dream...
"Spot...I-"
"Yous can start apologizin' now"
Reina's head snapped up in the direction of the voice. Spot stood behind her, one hand holding his cane as always and the other at his side. He stared down at her fiercely, like a hawk watching it's prey's every move.
Reina neglected to notice that look though as she jumped up and threw herself at him.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!" Reina cried. Spot's eyes widened and he lost his grip on his cane, both arms flying out to catch her. He blinked a couple times in surprise, then shot her a quick look like she had gone completely nuts.
Reina herself didn't know wether to laugh or to cry.
Spot stumbled back a little. A look of confusion crossed his face mixed with a frustrated glare. Reina probably would've found it cute, had she not suddenly become enraged.
"One minute yous hate me, and da next yous is throwin' youself at me?"
Reina backed away and stared for a moment. "...You've been alive...?"
"Yeah..." he said calmly, like it was no surprise at all.
"And...you sat here and... just watched me panic...out of sheer pleasure..." she paused. Her eyes slowly met his. "Didn't you?"
Spot smirked. "So? Is dat so wrong, Kitten?"
Reina suddenly flew at him and punched him hard. "HOW DARE YOU!?"
Spot stumbled back further. Anymore and he would've been taking another swim. Spot rubbed his jaw and glared. "Yous is getting' too used to dat..."
"I sat here, thinking you were DEAD...my heart was in my throat...I was ready to actually JUMP IN for your stupid ass, I mean I actually...PANICKED over YOU...and all you can say is SO!?!" she screamed. She was panting and looking at him with the most amazed look. Spot wasn't sure if she was going to punch him again or just scream some more.
"Ugh..." she sighed and placed a hand over her heart. Reina looked away trying to catch her breath. Spot stood up straight once more and went to approach her but she whirled around quite suddenly and spat "AND DON'T CALL ME KITTEN!"
"Punch me again and yous better be prepared ta fight" Spot said with a serious look upon his face now.
Reina only moaned. She had enough emotional turmoil for one day. "...Just go away Spot..." she muttered, turning away from him.
Spot picked up his cane and watched her. His cocky glare was still fixed upon Reina. "Answer me dis den..."
Reina rolled her eyes and curled her lip. She felt that at this moment, she despised Spot Conlon more than ever. "What...?" she sneered. She didn't give a flying frisbee wether or not she sounded "nice".
His highness could just go -
"Why didj yous panic if I was dead or not ... if yous hate me?"
Reina's thoughts were interrupted. More over they were suddenly flustered. "Huh?"
she asked, rather stupidly. The question had struck a note. Why DID it matter?
"Well let's see...I don't think the others would've appreciated had their boss been drowned by a GIRL...not to mention the authorities" she muttered. The whole excuse itself sounded pretty lame.
Spot stepped closer, now eyeing her like he was about to pull a precious gem of knowledge out of her. "Okay den... why is yous carrying on? Why den does it matter?"
Reina became frustrated. This had DEFINITELY NOT been a good morning. "I-I DON'T KNOW! ...It...It doesn't!"
Spot watched her for a moment. For a split second he actually seemed to be ENJOYING her frustration.
He then pulled his cap back on firmly with one hand, just to make sure it was in place and gripped his cane in the other. "Okay den. It's over an done wit"
Reina glared, saucily, like she couldn't believe he was saying that. However Spot spoke just as she had opened her mouth.
"As for dat punch..." he tapped a tall stack of papers with his cane, the other hand touching the side of his jaw where she had hit him. There were three bundles on top of each other. Reina only eyed it. "What...?"
"If yous is me best newsie...den yous won't mind provin it again today" he said matter of factly. Reina's jaw about hit the floor.
"Relax..." she chided to herself, mentally. "It's only three stacks. That will be easy in one da-"
"I want dose sold in one hour. No less" Spot said and turned, leaving Reina to dwell upon those words. Reina's jaw resumed to hang open.
Spot stopped and turned around on one last note "But dat should be no problem for yous...easy woik, right...Kitten?"
Reina restrained herself.
However just barely.
Spot flashed her a devious smirk and walked away.
Reina's blood boiled. However she had punched Spot Conlon enough for one day.