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AN: Aight peeps, I'm back from Greece!!! Unfortunately…….. Anywayz, here's the long awaited next chapter!!
Chapter Nineteen
*A Voice In The Darkness*
Spot kept walking, silently fuming and thinking that Jade was quite possibly the most impossible person he had ever tried to help in his entire life.
It wasn't until some thirty minutes later, precisely when he was in view of the Brooklyn lodging house, that he realized Jade hadn't ever caught up with him.
Cursing the girl for her stubbornness he turned around and headed back toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
He would have just left her were it not for the fact that he would feel guilty if she died and he knew that she had no idea where the Brooklyn lodging house was.
When he got to the bridge, however, the scene before him was not something he had expected, nor wanted, to see.
Three men, one on top of a girl with his pants down. The man on top was standing up, pulling on his pants, while another one of the guys was preparing to take his place.
Spot's eyes widened in horror when he realized that the girl was Jade.
"What the hell are youse doin'?!!" Spot yelled, running over to them and brandishing his cane like a sword.
The guys all looked at him with blood shot eyes while Jade, who was amazingly still conscious, turned crimson in shame and embarrassment, because she was totally naked, except for her bra, in front of Spot.
Spot hit the guy who had been on top over the head and the man promptly passed out. The two other guys looked at him in fear and the let go of Jade and ran the opposite way they had come.
"Oh shit," Spot whispered, kneeling on the ground beside Jade, who had curled up in a little ball on her side, trying in vain to somewhat cover herself.
His eyes widened in shock at the size of the cut on her back.
Spot quickly found her clothes an, seeing that her shirt was in pieces, pulled off his own and covered her shaking form with it.
"Tanks," Jade whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Shhh, don't talk," Spot said quietly, blushing while he pulled up her pants and underwear which lay around her ankles.
Spot carefully picked her up once that was done and she gasped in pain, despite his gentleness.
"Sorry," Spot mumbled.
Jade just clutched tightly to the fabric of the shirt he had given her, pulling it more tightly around her and not looking at him.
Spot walked quickly to the Brooklyn lodging house, trying to walk a softly as possible so he didn't Jade wasn't jarred around very much.
When they got to the LH Hawk immediately ran over to see what was wrong.
"Tell da guys dat dey got exactly two minutes befoah dey 'ave ta clear out of da washroom foah at last an hour," Spot ordered.
He tossed his cane to a young newsie named Tempo, so called because he was always tapping out a beat on something.
"Put dat in my room," Spot said.
Tempo nodded solemnly, sensing that something of great magnitude had happened, and scurried off to Spot's room.
Spot walked up the stairs and Jade buried her head in his undershirt (the one he was wearing under the shirt he had given her), being mortified with the knowledge that most of the older boys would most likely be able to figure out what happened.
Spot kicked open the door to the bathroom and ordered everyone out, even though it had barely been one minute since Hawk had relayed his message.
Still holding Jade in his arms Spot yelled for Hawk to come help him.
"What do youse need, Spot?" Hawk asked once they were the only ones in the bathroom.
"Fill one a da tubs with hot water," Spot said, leaning against the counter.
Hawk did so and then Spot roughly told him to leave. Hawk left and was not offended by Spot's rudeness.
When the other newsies asked what was going on in there Hawk shrugged his shoulders and said he had no idea, although secretly he had a pretty good guess.
( ( ( ( (
Back in the washroom Spot gingerly set Jade down on the counter so she was in a sitting position. She gripped the edges of the counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Spot," she said weakly, still refusing to meet his gaze, "Ise don't feel to good."
It took Spot a second to realize what she meant and he hastily grabbed a nearby bucket.
A few seconds later she vomited into it and would have fallen off the counter had Spot not steadied her with his arm.
"Bettah?" Spot asked when she was done.
She weakly nodded her head and Spot handed her a wet towel, which she used to wipe off her mouth.
"Jade?" Spot said.
"Hmmm?" She asked.
"It's gonna hoit but ya need ta wash off dat cut on yoah back an all, so ah, um, dat is ta say, well, youse, um, ah……" Spot kind of trailed off looking slightly embarrassed.
Jade almost smiled a bit. Was the great Spot Conlon blushing?
"Ise know, Spot," Jade said, saving him, "Jist toin around faoh a minute."
Spot smiled in relief and turned around, while Jade slipped out of her clothes and into the bath tub.
She hissed in pain as the water invaded her various cuts and scratches. Folding her arms over her chest to cover herself she said, "You can toin back around now.'
Spot faced her and handed her a bar of soap from the counter along with a dry towel.
"Ise'll get youse sometin' ta change into, okay?" Spot said.
Jade nodded and he left the washroom. He shut the door softly behind him and leaned against it for a few moments deep in though.
He was totally oblivious of the fact that the bunkroom had gone totally silent until he looked up and saw all the questioning stares he was getting from his newsies.
"Nobody touch dat doorknob til Ise say so," Spot said, glaring at everyone.
The boys all nodded submissively and resumed their previous activities.
Spot went into his room and grabbed a shirt and, even though he knew they were to big, a pair of pants.
'It's coitenly bettah den nuthin',' he thought.
He sat on his bed for a while, just thinking, and giving Jade enough time to finish. Running his hand through his hair, he thought, 'If Ise evah get my hands on dose guys……'
'Is it my fault, dough?' he thought suddenly, 'If ise hadn't 'ave left her dere den dis wouldn't 'ave happened.'
He sat there mentally beating himself up until he finally growled in anger and threw his slingshot at the mirror which hung on the wall above his little desk. The glass shattered into pieces and Spot cursed loudly.
The newsies in the bunkroom all jumped in alarm when they heard the loud crash but no one was brave enough to investigate it.
Picking up the pieces he put them on the desktop and decided that he'd throw them away later.
He walked into the bunkroom and no one even dared to look at him. Knocking softly on the door to the washroom he said, "It's Spot."
When he heard Jade say "Come in," he opened the door and entered, shutting it behind him.
Jade was still sitting in the tub and Spot said, putting the clothes on the counter, "Heah are some clothes foah youse ta change into. Ise'll leave while youse get dressed."
Before he could leave Jade called out, "Wait."
"Yeah?" Spot said.
Jade blushed, "Can youse, um, help me stand up, please?" She asked quietly.
Spot blushed slightly and nodded. He walked over and gently grabbed her arm, which she held out to him.
Looking away he pulled her up while she wrapped the towel around herself with one arm.
Spot realized, though, that what he happened to be looking at was a mirror hanging on the wall which reflected Jade perfectly.
Blushing deeper Spot just stared at the floor. Normally he wouldn't have blushed, though, like if it had been another girl he wouldn't have cared.
It's just that knowing what happened, it made him feel guilty to even consider thinking of Jade in that way.
"Tanks," Jade said, gasping a little from the pain.
She grabbed the counter to support herself and carefully dressed while Spot turned and continued to stare fixedly at the floor.
When she was done she turned and eased onto the counter so she could sit on it while she dried her hair with the towel.
Spot sat next to her and the two sat in companionable silence.
"Spot?" Jade said after her hair was somewhat dry.
"Yeah?" Spot said, turning his head to face her.
"Um, wheah can Ise sleep?" She asked sheepishly.
"Oh! Sorry, Ise didn't even tink about dat yet," Spot said hitting himself in the forehead, "Ise guess youse can sleep in my room 'cause Ise coitenly don't want youse out dere with da guys. Dey snore way too much."
Jade smiled slightly. Spot smiled too, feeling like he had made some headway, though she still wouldn't make eye contact with him.
"Can youse walk if Ise help youse?" Spot asked.
Jade nodded stubbornly, determined to not let the pain get the better of her.
After a few steps, however, tears sprang to her eyes even with Spot supporting most of her with his arm across her waist and her arm across his shoulders.
"Dis ain't gonna woik, Jade," Spot said picking her up.
"Great," she muttered, "Now Ise 'ave ta be carried. Dis is pitiful."
When they walked into the bunkroom Spot told his boys that they could go back in the washroom in about ten minutes.
Jade hid her face in Spot's shirt out of embarrassment because all the guys were staring at her.
Spot walked into his room and sat Jade on the bed.
"Ise'll be right back," he told her, walking out of the room.
Back in the bunkroom Spot motioned for Hawk to come over.
"Yeah, Spot?" Hawk asked.
"Dump out the water dat's in da bath tub an' den all a' youse is free ta go back in dere, okay?" Spot said.
"Shoah, Spot," Hawk said, going off to follow out his orders.
Spot walked back into his room to find Jade picking up his slingshot from where it still lay on the floor.
Spot walked over to his desk and pulled some bandages out from a drawer. Walking over to the bed he sat behind Jade.
"Pull up da shoit," he ordered, tugging on the hem.
Jade looked at him strangely and then realized that he just wanted to bandage the cut on her back.
Wincing slightly when the material of the shirt slid over the cut she pulled up the shirt just enough so that he could put the bandages on.
"Yoah mirror's broken," Jade commented while he worked.
"Ise know," Spot said absentmindedly.
"How did it break?" Asked Jade.
"Why do youse care?" Spot asked, finishing up and pulling her shirt back down.
"Dunno, jist curious Ise guess," Jade answered truthfully.
"I trew sometin' at it," Spot answered, standing up and going to sit in the chair at his desk.
"Why?" Jade asked.
"'Cause Ise was mad."
"Why?"
"'Cause."
Jade rolled her eyes. She lay down in the bed and pulled the blanket up over herself. It was cold in the little room and she shivered slightly.
"Youse cold?" Spot asked.
"Ise is fine," Jade said curtly.
When she shivered again a few seconds later Spot sighed at her stubbornness and got up to get her another blanket.
He grabbed two more from the closet in his room, it was basically a supply cabinet so it had extras of things like pillows and blankets.
Spot threw one of the blankets on Jade and then wrapped the other one around himself before sitting in the chair.
"Is dat wheah youse is sleepin'?" Asked Jade, sitting up.
"Yeah," Spot said.
"Sorry," Jade mumbled.
"Why?"
"'Cause Ise kicked youse out of yoah own bed," Jade answered apologetically.
Spot smiled at her, "Youse ain't got nuthin' ta be sorry foah," he said.
"Do youse at least want yoah pillow?" Jade asked, reaching behind her and holding it out to him.
"It's okay," Spot said, "Youse take it."
Jade put the pillow back in its place and then turned back to Spot.
"Why did youse really break yoah mirror?" She asked again.
"'Cause Ise was angry," answered Spot.
"Youse is very frustratin'," Jade said.
"Why were youse angry?" She prodded.
Spot sighed in defeat and looked at the ground, "'Cause Ise is angry dat Ise left youse alone on da bridge," he said quietly.
Jade gripped the bed sheet tightly. "It's not yoah fault," she whispered.
"Yes it is!" Spot yelled and Jade looked up, startled.
The newsies in the bunkroom all jumped and glanced cautiously toward the door, but still no one mentioned the yelling they heard.
"Don't youse see?!" Spot said, quieter this time though his voice sounded strained.
"Spot-" Jade started, but Spot cut her off.
"If Ise hadn't left youse on da bridge den none of dis would 'ave happened!" Spot said, casting his eyes down in shame.
"Spot," Jade said and when he looked up she continued, "If Ise hadn't been annoying youse den youse wouldn't 'ave left."
"Dat doesn't mattah," said Spot, "Ise still left youse."
"But Ise chose not to follow youse," Jade said gently.
"So whose fault is it?" Asked Spot disgustedly.
He continued, saying "Youse could blame it on da guys who did it, dey could blame it on da bartender dat sold dem da beer an' he could blame it on da stoah he bought it from and dat stoah could blame it on da poisen who made da alcohol who-"
"Spot!" Jade said loudly.
"What?" Spot asked sighing, not even caring that she cut him off.
"Shuddup, Ise wanna sleep," she whispered.
Spot made a face at her and she grinned, laying down and pulling the two blankets up around her shoulders.
"G'night," Spot whispered to Jade.
But she didn't answer and Spot was soon fast asleep.
As soon as she heard Spot breathing become slower and deeper Jade sat up in the bed. Satisfied that he was asleep she no longer bothered to hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill over the entire time she had been talking with Spot.
She clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides, trying to will all the pain to leave her body, but to no avail.
Jade lay back down and screamed into the pillow, so no one could hear her. Furiously she beat the mattress with her fists, as if somehow it could make it so that it had never happened.
Calming down a while later she flipped over onto her side, throwing one of the blankets of her, because she had gotten to hot, and clutching the other one tightly in her hand.
Hours later, when the blackness of the new moon permeated the window of the small bedroom and enveloped the two forms within, a small wavering voice could be heard whispering above the noise of the suffocating darkness, "Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye…………."
AN: Sorry, this chapter is kind of long……. Hope you like it anyway……..REVIEW!!!!!! Right this instant!!! If you do I'll tell you the pink pelican story in my next chapter. So press that little button and write me a nice long review…. You know you want to……
AN: Aight peeps, I'm back from Greece!!! Unfortunately…….. Anywayz, here's the long awaited next chapter!!
Chapter Nineteen
*A Voice In The Darkness*
Spot kept walking, silently fuming and thinking that Jade was quite possibly the most impossible person he had ever tried to help in his entire life.
It wasn't until some thirty minutes later, precisely when he was in view of the Brooklyn lodging house, that he realized Jade hadn't ever caught up with him.
Cursing the girl for her stubbornness he turned around and headed back toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
He would have just left her were it not for the fact that he would feel guilty if she died and he knew that she had no idea where the Brooklyn lodging house was.
When he got to the bridge, however, the scene before him was not something he had expected, nor wanted, to see.
Three men, one on top of a girl with his pants down. The man on top was standing up, pulling on his pants, while another one of the guys was preparing to take his place.
Spot's eyes widened in horror when he realized that the girl was Jade.
"What the hell are youse doin'?!!" Spot yelled, running over to them and brandishing his cane like a sword.
The guys all looked at him with blood shot eyes while Jade, who was amazingly still conscious, turned crimson in shame and embarrassment, because she was totally naked, except for her bra, in front of Spot.
Spot hit the guy who had been on top over the head and the man promptly passed out. The two other guys looked at him in fear and the let go of Jade and ran the opposite way they had come.
"Oh shit," Spot whispered, kneeling on the ground beside Jade, who had curled up in a little ball on her side, trying in vain to somewhat cover herself.
His eyes widened in shock at the size of the cut on her back.
Spot quickly found her clothes an, seeing that her shirt was in pieces, pulled off his own and covered her shaking form with it.
"Tanks," Jade whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Shhh, don't talk," Spot said quietly, blushing while he pulled up her pants and underwear which lay around her ankles.
Spot carefully picked her up once that was done and she gasped in pain, despite his gentleness.
"Sorry," Spot mumbled.
Jade just clutched tightly to the fabric of the shirt he had given her, pulling it more tightly around her and not looking at him.
Spot walked quickly to the Brooklyn lodging house, trying to walk a softly as possible so he didn't Jade wasn't jarred around very much.
When they got to the LH Hawk immediately ran over to see what was wrong.
"Tell da guys dat dey got exactly two minutes befoah dey 'ave ta clear out of da washroom foah at last an hour," Spot ordered.
He tossed his cane to a young newsie named Tempo, so called because he was always tapping out a beat on something.
"Put dat in my room," Spot said.
Tempo nodded solemnly, sensing that something of great magnitude had happened, and scurried off to Spot's room.
Spot walked up the stairs and Jade buried her head in his undershirt (the one he was wearing under the shirt he had given her), being mortified with the knowledge that most of the older boys would most likely be able to figure out what happened.
Spot kicked open the door to the bathroom and ordered everyone out, even though it had barely been one minute since Hawk had relayed his message.
Still holding Jade in his arms Spot yelled for Hawk to come help him.
"What do youse need, Spot?" Hawk asked once they were the only ones in the bathroom.
"Fill one a da tubs with hot water," Spot said, leaning against the counter.
Hawk did so and then Spot roughly told him to leave. Hawk left and was not offended by Spot's rudeness.
When the other newsies asked what was going on in there Hawk shrugged his shoulders and said he had no idea, although secretly he had a pretty good guess.
( ( ( ( (
Back in the washroom Spot gingerly set Jade down on the counter so she was in a sitting position. She gripped the edges of the counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Spot," she said weakly, still refusing to meet his gaze, "Ise don't feel to good."
It took Spot a second to realize what she meant and he hastily grabbed a nearby bucket.
A few seconds later she vomited into it and would have fallen off the counter had Spot not steadied her with his arm.
"Bettah?" Spot asked when she was done.
She weakly nodded her head and Spot handed her a wet towel, which she used to wipe off her mouth.
"Jade?" Spot said.
"Hmmm?" She asked.
"It's gonna hoit but ya need ta wash off dat cut on yoah back an all, so ah, um, dat is ta say, well, youse, um, ah……" Spot kind of trailed off looking slightly embarrassed.
Jade almost smiled a bit. Was the great Spot Conlon blushing?
"Ise know, Spot," Jade said, saving him, "Jist toin around faoh a minute."
Spot smiled in relief and turned around, while Jade slipped out of her clothes and into the bath tub.
She hissed in pain as the water invaded her various cuts and scratches. Folding her arms over her chest to cover herself she said, "You can toin back around now.'
Spot faced her and handed her a bar of soap from the counter along with a dry towel.
"Ise'll get youse sometin' ta change into, okay?" Spot said.
Jade nodded and he left the washroom. He shut the door softly behind him and leaned against it for a few moments deep in though.
He was totally oblivious of the fact that the bunkroom had gone totally silent until he looked up and saw all the questioning stares he was getting from his newsies.
"Nobody touch dat doorknob til Ise say so," Spot said, glaring at everyone.
The boys all nodded submissively and resumed their previous activities.
Spot went into his room and grabbed a shirt and, even though he knew they were to big, a pair of pants.
'It's coitenly bettah den nuthin',' he thought.
He sat on his bed for a while, just thinking, and giving Jade enough time to finish. Running his hand through his hair, he thought, 'If Ise evah get my hands on dose guys……'
'Is it my fault, dough?' he thought suddenly, 'If ise hadn't 'ave left her dere den dis wouldn't 'ave happened.'
He sat there mentally beating himself up until he finally growled in anger and threw his slingshot at the mirror which hung on the wall above his little desk. The glass shattered into pieces and Spot cursed loudly.
The newsies in the bunkroom all jumped in alarm when they heard the loud crash but no one was brave enough to investigate it.
Picking up the pieces he put them on the desktop and decided that he'd throw them away later.
He walked into the bunkroom and no one even dared to look at him. Knocking softly on the door to the washroom he said, "It's Spot."
When he heard Jade say "Come in," he opened the door and entered, shutting it behind him.
Jade was still sitting in the tub and Spot said, putting the clothes on the counter, "Heah are some clothes foah youse ta change into. Ise'll leave while youse get dressed."
Before he could leave Jade called out, "Wait."
"Yeah?" Spot said.
Jade blushed, "Can youse, um, help me stand up, please?" She asked quietly.
Spot blushed slightly and nodded. He walked over and gently grabbed her arm, which she held out to him.
Looking away he pulled her up while she wrapped the towel around herself with one arm.
Spot realized, though, that what he happened to be looking at was a mirror hanging on the wall which reflected Jade perfectly.
Blushing deeper Spot just stared at the floor. Normally he wouldn't have blushed, though, like if it had been another girl he wouldn't have cared.
It's just that knowing what happened, it made him feel guilty to even consider thinking of Jade in that way.
"Tanks," Jade said, gasping a little from the pain.
She grabbed the counter to support herself and carefully dressed while Spot turned and continued to stare fixedly at the floor.
When she was done she turned and eased onto the counter so she could sit on it while she dried her hair with the towel.
Spot sat next to her and the two sat in companionable silence.
"Spot?" Jade said after her hair was somewhat dry.
"Yeah?" Spot said, turning his head to face her.
"Um, wheah can Ise sleep?" She asked sheepishly.
"Oh! Sorry, Ise didn't even tink about dat yet," Spot said hitting himself in the forehead, "Ise guess youse can sleep in my room 'cause Ise coitenly don't want youse out dere with da guys. Dey snore way too much."
Jade smiled slightly. Spot smiled too, feeling like he had made some headway, though she still wouldn't make eye contact with him.
"Can youse walk if Ise help youse?" Spot asked.
Jade nodded stubbornly, determined to not let the pain get the better of her.
After a few steps, however, tears sprang to her eyes even with Spot supporting most of her with his arm across her waist and her arm across his shoulders.
"Dis ain't gonna woik, Jade," Spot said picking her up.
"Great," she muttered, "Now Ise 'ave ta be carried. Dis is pitiful."
When they walked into the bunkroom Spot told his boys that they could go back in the washroom in about ten minutes.
Jade hid her face in Spot's shirt out of embarrassment because all the guys were staring at her.
Spot walked into his room and sat Jade on the bed.
"Ise'll be right back," he told her, walking out of the room.
Back in the bunkroom Spot motioned for Hawk to come over.
"Yeah, Spot?" Hawk asked.
"Dump out the water dat's in da bath tub an' den all a' youse is free ta go back in dere, okay?" Spot said.
"Shoah, Spot," Hawk said, going off to follow out his orders.
Spot walked back into his room to find Jade picking up his slingshot from where it still lay on the floor.
Spot walked over to his desk and pulled some bandages out from a drawer. Walking over to the bed he sat behind Jade.
"Pull up da shoit," he ordered, tugging on the hem.
Jade looked at him strangely and then realized that he just wanted to bandage the cut on her back.
Wincing slightly when the material of the shirt slid over the cut she pulled up the shirt just enough so that he could put the bandages on.
"Yoah mirror's broken," Jade commented while he worked.
"Ise know," Spot said absentmindedly.
"How did it break?" Asked Jade.
"Why do youse care?" Spot asked, finishing up and pulling her shirt back down.
"Dunno, jist curious Ise guess," Jade answered truthfully.
"I trew sometin' at it," Spot answered, standing up and going to sit in the chair at his desk.
"Why?" Jade asked.
"'Cause Ise was mad."
"Why?"
"'Cause."
Jade rolled her eyes. She lay down in the bed and pulled the blanket up over herself. It was cold in the little room and she shivered slightly.
"Youse cold?" Spot asked.
"Ise is fine," Jade said curtly.
When she shivered again a few seconds later Spot sighed at her stubbornness and got up to get her another blanket.
He grabbed two more from the closet in his room, it was basically a supply cabinet so it had extras of things like pillows and blankets.
Spot threw one of the blankets on Jade and then wrapped the other one around himself before sitting in the chair.
"Is dat wheah youse is sleepin'?" Asked Jade, sitting up.
"Yeah," Spot said.
"Sorry," Jade mumbled.
"Why?"
"'Cause Ise kicked youse out of yoah own bed," Jade answered apologetically.
Spot smiled at her, "Youse ain't got nuthin' ta be sorry foah," he said.
"Do youse at least want yoah pillow?" Jade asked, reaching behind her and holding it out to him.
"It's okay," Spot said, "Youse take it."
Jade put the pillow back in its place and then turned back to Spot.
"Why did youse really break yoah mirror?" She asked again.
"'Cause Ise was angry," answered Spot.
"Youse is very frustratin'," Jade said.
"Why were youse angry?" She prodded.
Spot sighed in defeat and looked at the ground, "'Cause Ise is angry dat Ise left youse alone on da bridge," he said quietly.
Jade gripped the bed sheet tightly. "It's not yoah fault," she whispered.
"Yes it is!" Spot yelled and Jade looked up, startled.
The newsies in the bunkroom all jumped and glanced cautiously toward the door, but still no one mentioned the yelling they heard.
"Don't youse see?!" Spot said, quieter this time though his voice sounded strained.
"Spot-" Jade started, but Spot cut her off.
"If Ise hadn't left youse on da bridge den none of dis would 'ave happened!" Spot said, casting his eyes down in shame.
"Spot," Jade said and when he looked up she continued, "If Ise hadn't been annoying youse den youse wouldn't 'ave left."
"Dat doesn't mattah," said Spot, "Ise still left youse."
"But Ise chose not to follow youse," Jade said gently.
"So whose fault is it?" Asked Spot disgustedly.
He continued, saying "Youse could blame it on da guys who did it, dey could blame it on da bartender dat sold dem da beer an' he could blame it on da stoah he bought it from and dat stoah could blame it on da poisen who made da alcohol who-"
"Spot!" Jade said loudly.
"What?" Spot asked sighing, not even caring that she cut him off.
"Shuddup, Ise wanna sleep," she whispered.
Spot made a face at her and she grinned, laying down and pulling the two blankets up around her shoulders.
"G'night," Spot whispered to Jade.
But she didn't answer and Spot was soon fast asleep.
As soon as she heard Spot breathing become slower and deeper Jade sat up in the bed. Satisfied that he was asleep she no longer bothered to hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill over the entire time she had been talking with Spot.
She clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides, trying to will all the pain to leave her body, but to no avail.
Jade lay back down and screamed into the pillow, so no one could hear her. Furiously she beat the mattress with her fists, as if somehow it could make it so that it had never happened.
Calming down a while later she flipped over onto her side, throwing one of the blankets of her, because she had gotten to hot, and clutching the other one tightly in her hand.
Hours later, when the blackness of the new moon permeated the window of the small bedroom and enveloped the two forms within, a small wavering voice could be heard whispering above the noise of the suffocating darkness, "Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye…………."
AN: Sorry, this chapter is kind of long……. Hope you like it anyway……..REVIEW!!!!!! Right this instant!!! If you do I'll tell you the pink pelican story in my next chapter. So press that little button and write me a nice long review…. You know you want to……