Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me now own, so you no sue.
AN: Hi!! I'm back again!!!!! Thank god I finally figured out what to write!!!! Eh heh……. That's why I didn't post the last chapter for so long……… I had a major case of writers block…… Oh, and for anybody that plans to send me an email to srgolden@aol.com, you won't get a reply, cuz I'm deleting that account.
My new email is: GreenFaerieNumber5@hotmail.com
Comments:
Iris: Well, I'll tell ya eventually……
Duchess: You're right. There isn't anything wrong with "y'all"
dreamcoat: Don't worry……. Race won't be the bad guy, I promise.
Pisky: Just keep reading and you'll find out sometime!!
Okay everybody, the story's back in Brooklyn again. This takes place right after chapter 24.
Chapter Twenty-Three
*Mystery In A Drawer*
"Now dat youse mention it……" Spot started.
He stood thoughtfully for a moment until a look of panic crossed is face.
"What?" Jade asked when she saw his expression.
"Nuthin'," Spot said, putting on a poker face.
He walked over to his desk and pulled open the drawer. He stuck his hand inside the open drawer and it seemed as if he was looking for something.
His hand came across a thick medium sized envelope. 'Good,' he thought, 'It's still there.'
"Can't find sometin'?" Jade asked.
"Naw," Spot said casually, "Ise was jist getting' some bandages foah dat cut of yoahs. I tink it's bleedin' again."
Jade put her hand on her back and, sure enough, she could feel blood seeping through the shirt.
"Heah," Spot said, and he sat behind her on the bed.
Jade dutifully pulled up her shirt a little and gritted her teeth as Spot change the bandages.
"It hoit?" Spot asked.
"No," Jade answered quickly, trying to mask her pain.
"Uh, huh, shoah," Spot said.
He stood up and Jade pulled her shirt back down.
"So what now?" Jade asked.
"What do youse mean?"
"Well, Ise mean what are we'se gonna do foah da rest of da day?"
"I dunno…… we could play cards." Spot answered.
Jade gave him a weird look.
"What?" Spot asked indignantly.
"Dere's sometin' yoah hidin'," Jade said slowly.
"Like what?" Spot asked.
"Ise dunno, why don't youse tell me?"
"Jade yoah not makin' any sense. Youse are probably jist tired. Ise tink youse should sleep foah a while," Spot said.
"Den what are youse gonna do?"
"Ise got some business to attend to," Spot said curtly, and his tone warned Jade to not ask any more questions.
Jade glared at him, but she lay back down anyway, deciding that as soon as Spot left the room she would check in his drawer to see if she could find anything to answer her questions.
Spot had anticipated this, though, and he took a key from his pocket and locked the drawer before leaving the room.
As soon as the door shut and Spot was gone Jade slowly got to her feet and swore loudly about the pain in her back.
She made her way over to the desk and tried to pull open the drawer. It wouldn't budge.
'Damn,' Jade thought to herself.
She knew that if she broke it open Spot would be pissed, and she did owe him one for saving her.
Sighing angrily, Jade walked back over to the bed and flopped down on it, promptly falling into an uneasy, nightmarish sleep.
AN: Hi!! I'm back again!!!!! Thank god I finally figured out what to write!!!! Eh heh……. That's why I didn't post the last chapter for so long……… I had a major case of writers block…… Oh, and for anybody that plans to send me an email to srgolden@aol.com, you won't get a reply, cuz I'm deleting that account.
My new email is: GreenFaerieNumber5@hotmail.com
Comments:
Iris: Well, I'll tell ya eventually……
Duchess: You're right. There isn't anything wrong with "y'all"
dreamcoat: Don't worry……. Race won't be the bad guy, I promise.
Pisky: Just keep reading and you'll find out sometime!!
Okay everybody, the story's back in Brooklyn again. This takes place right after chapter 24.
Chapter Twenty-Three
*Mystery In A Drawer*
"Now dat youse mention it……" Spot started.
He stood thoughtfully for a moment until a look of panic crossed is face.
"What?" Jade asked when she saw his expression.
"Nuthin'," Spot said, putting on a poker face.
He walked over to his desk and pulled open the drawer. He stuck his hand inside the open drawer and it seemed as if he was looking for something.
His hand came across a thick medium sized envelope. 'Good,' he thought, 'It's still there.'
"Can't find sometin'?" Jade asked.
"Naw," Spot said casually, "Ise was jist getting' some bandages foah dat cut of yoahs. I tink it's bleedin' again."
Jade put her hand on her back and, sure enough, she could feel blood seeping through the shirt.
"Heah," Spot said, and he sat behind her on the bed.
Jade dutifully pulled up her shirt a little and gritted her teeth as Spot change the bandages.
"It hoit?" Spot asked.
"No," Jade answered quickly, trying to mask her pain.
"Uh, huh, shoah," Spot said.
He stood up and Jade pulled her shirt back down.
"So what now?" Jade asked.
"What do youse mean?"
"Well, Ise mean what are we'se gonna do foah da rest of da day?"
"I dunno…… we could play cards." Spot answered.
Jade gave him a weird look.
"What?" Spot asked indignantly.
"Dere's sometin' yoah hidin'," Jade said slowly.
"Like what?" Spot asked.
"Ise dunno, why don't youse tell me?"
"Jade yoah not makin' any sense. Youse are probably jist tired. Ise tink youse should sleep foah a while," Spot said.
"Den what are youse gonna do?"
"Ise got some business to attend to," Spot said curtly, and his tone warned Jade to not ask any more questions.
Jade glared at him, but she lay back down anyway, deciding that as soon as Spot left the room she would check in his drawer to see if she could find anything to answer her questions.
Spot had anticipated this, though, and he took a key from his pocket and locked the drawer before leaving the room.
As soon as the door shut and Spot was gone Jade slowly got to her feet and swore loudly about the pain in her back.
She made her way over to the desk and tried to pull open the drawer. It wouldn't budge.
'Damn,' Jade thought to herself.
She knew that if she broke it open Spot would be pissed, and she did owe him one for saving her.
Sighing angrily, Jade walked back over to the bed and flopped down on it, promptly falling into an uneasy, nightmarish sleep.