Writer note: My poor character, Kathryn, is getting drug it no end. Here's some replies to peeps.
Melinda Becker- Yeah, I do know a good bit of sign language. It's the coolest language!
Kora- *applauds* You finally got the title?! LOL!
Thank you to everyone who has keep up with this fic! I'm glad your enjoying it :) Now on with the show...
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The next evening, Spot traveled back to the lodging house and up to his room expecting Kathryn to be there. She wasn't.
"Where's Kathryn?!" he barked to the few newsboys in the bunkroom.
The silence of their unlifted heads made his blood boil more. If anything happen to her...
"She's on the roof."
Spot turned to the washroom to find where the answer came from. The youngest of his newsboys, Doodle, stood there. Spot didn't waste any time, and was on the roof in half a minute. The mute girl sat there, knees pulled to her chest, staring out at the darkness that would soon consume the New York skyline. A noise from Spot's shoe startled her, and she spun around.
When she saw it was only him, Kathryn turned around settling in her former position. Spot set down beside her, pulling out his cane and laying it next to him. "You actually left the room for once."
"I leave it when no one is around" Kathryn signed, almost not visible because of the setting of the sun.
"You have a lot of problems." Spot wagged a finger at her.
Kathryn sighed. "I don't understand you."
That made him laugh out loud. "You know," He moved in front of her to look her in the eye. ", everything I do to you is for you're own good" Spot said, arrogantly.
Kathryn didn't respond. She looked to the roof, not wanting to face whatever Spot was getting at. She heard him stand - grabbing his cane along the way - and hoped he was leaving her alone. She never expected what would happen next.
Not even a moment later, she felt a sharp tap on her arm. Kathryn flinched, snapping her head up just in time to witness Spot tap her again. He repeated the action a third time. She groaned, and held her hand out to block the blow.
"Come on, Kathryn" Spot egged on, hitting her a fourth time but with more force. Kathryn stood up, trying feverishly to block the strikes. Spot continued with them, hitting harder each time. "What are you gonna do about it?"
Kathryn groaned in frustration. Her arm was becoming sore from the constant smacking, but Spot pressed on. "Grab the cane, Kathryn!" he commanded, viciously.
The breaking point was near. Tears flowed down Kathryn's cheeks; her extended hand grasping desperately for the cane that plowed at her. Finally, she caught the cane blindly, yanking it from Spot. She gripped it and swung it around - prepared to slug the culprit.
"Go head, Kathryn, hit me with it" Spot ordered lowly, his eyes locked on hers. Several seconds passed with no movement. All the faces of the vicious people who haunted her flew by her mind's eyes, and she wanted so badly to beat every angry pang she had toward them with that wooden stick in her hand.
The faces disappeared with the clearing of her tears and all she could see was Spot waiting in anticipation for her to swing at him. He'd done some nasty things to her - she'd never forget the his grip squeezing her chin and turning her head to look at him. But, he wasn't the one she wanted to take her aggressions out on.
The tension dropped from Kathryn's shoulder. She lowered the cane, stepped up to Spot, and handed it back to him. Spot shook his head in disappointment as she walked to the fire escape and vanished down the ladder.
***
Spot didn't return to his room until late in the night. He knew Kathryn wouldn't face him if he was in there with her, so, he waited till she was asleep to make his way in. She was curled in a tight ball on the bottom bunk, uncovered and face tear-stained.
He raised the blanket to her shoulder. *Doesn't she ever quit crying?* - he thought, irritated. He didn't waste any time undressing and climbing in bed for the night.
***
Kathryn's eyes opened, hating the fact that she had to get up. It couldn't even of been three in the morning, it was still dark out. She stood up, looking at Spot asleep on the top bunk. He looked peaceful, and she wished she could have that kind of sleep. She lost count years ago of how many times she had cried herself to sleep.
*Enough of that* - she snapped, shivering. Kathryn slipped quietly out the room, walking to the washroom. The moonlight helped in guiding her to the washroom, but she had to grope for a stall in the completely dark washroom - recalling where she was going out of memory. A stall was only feet from her reach when two arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against a tall figure.
"We meet again" she heard in her ear. Flagger. She cursed then tried jerking away, but his grip was too strong. He picked her up off the ground. "No, no. You can't go no where. This is your lucky night."
Flagger pressed his lips against Kathryn's neck. Either from a full bladder or out of fear, she couldn't hold it any longer. Flagger took a moment to realize a warm liquid was running down his leg, but when he did, he dropped Kathryn - swearing obscenities at her.
Kathryn took full advantage of the situation, and rushed back to the room - her safe haven. Even if he was a jerk to her, she knew Spot would protect her. She sunk to the floor, trying to catch her breath and wiping new tears away. In the bunkroom, she could hear one of the newsboy asking Flagger what was wrong.
"I hit my toe on something" he lied.
*Sure you did* - Kathryn thought, cynically. *Forgot to mention the part where you wanted to rape me.*
Melinda Becker- Yeah, I do know a good bit of sign language. It's the coolest language!
Kora- *applauds* You finally got the title?! LOL!
Thank you to everyone who has keep up with this fic! I'm glad your enjoying it :) Now on with the show...
***
The next evening, Spot traveled back to the lodging house and up to his room expecting Kathryn to be there. She wasn't.
"Where's Kathryn?!" he barked to the few newsboys in the bunkroom.
The silence of their unlifted heads made his blood boil more. If anything happen to her...
"She's on the roof."
Spot turned to the washroom to find where the answer came from. The youngest of his newsboys, Doodle, stood there. Spot didn't waste any time, and was on the roof in half a minute. The mute girl sat there, knees pulled to her chest, staring out at the darkness that would soon consume the New York skyline. A noise from Spot's shoe startled her, and she spun around.
When she saw it was only him, Kathryn turned around settling in her former position. Spot set down beside her, pulling out his cane and laying it next to him. "You actually left the room for once."
"I leave it when no one is around" Kathryn signed, almost not visible because of the setting of the sun.
"You have a lot of problems." Spot wagged a finger at her.
Kathryn sighed. "I don't understand you."
That made him laugh out loud. "You know," He moved in front of her to look her in the eye. ", everything I do to you is for you're own good" Spot said, arrogantly.
Kathryn didn't respond. She looked to the roof, not wanting to face whatever Spot was getting at. She heard him stand - grabbing his cane along the way - and hoped he was leaving her alone. She never expected what would happen next.
Not even a moment later, she felt a sharp tap on her arm. Kathryn flinched, snapping her head up just in time to witness Spot tap her again. He repeated the action a third time. She groaned, and held her hand out to block the blow.
"Come on, Kathryn" Spot egged on, hitting her a fourth time but with more force. Kathryn stood up, trying feverishly to block the strikes. Spot continued with them, hitting harder each time. "What are you gonna do about it?"
Kathryn groaned in frustration. Her arm was becoming sore from the constant smacking, but Spot pressed on. "Grab the cane, Kathryn!" he commanded, viciously.
The breaking point was near. Tears flowed down Kathryn's cheeks; her extended hand grasping desperately for the cane that plowed at her. Finally, she caught the cane blindly, yanking it from Spot. She gripped it and swung it around - prepared to slug the culprit.
"Go head, Kathryn, hit me with it" Spot ordered lowly, his eyes locked on hers. Several seconds passed with no movement. All the faces of the vicious people who haunted her flew by her mind's eyes, and she wanted so badly to beat every angry pang she had toward them with that wooden stick in her hand.
The faces disappeared with the clearing of her tears and all she could see was Spot waiting in anticipation for her to swing at him. He'd done some nasty things to her - she'd never forget the his grip squeezing her chin and turning her head to look at him. But, he wasn't the one she wanted to take her aggressions out on.
The tension dropped from Kathryn's shoulder. She lowered the cane, stepped up to Spot, and handed it back to him. Spot shook his head in disappointment as she walked to the fire escape and vanished down the ladder.
***
Spot didn't return to his room until late in the night. He knew Kathryn wouldn't face him if he was in there with her, so, he waited till she was asleep to make his way in. She was curled in a tight ball on the bottom bunk, uncovered and face tear-stained.
He raised the blanket to her shoulder. *Doesn't she ever quit crying?* - he thought, irritated. He didn't waste any time undressing and climbing in bed for the night.
***
Kathryn's eyes opened, hating the fact that she had to get up. It couldn't even of been three in the morning, it was still dark out. She stood up, looking at Spot asleep on the top bunk. He looked peaceful, and she wished she could have that kind of sleep. She lost count years ago of how many times she had cried herself to sleep.
*Enough of that* - she snapped, shivering. Kathryn slipped quietly out the room, walking to the washroom. The moonlight helped in guiding her to the washroom, but she had to grope for a stall in the completely dark washroom - recalling where she was going out of memory. A stall was only feet from her reach when two arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against a tall figure.
"We meet again" she heard in her ear. Flagger. She cursed then tried jerking away, but his grip was too strong. He picked her up off the ground. "No, no. You can't go no where. This is your lucky night."
Flagger pressed his lips against Kathryn's neck. Either from a full bladder or out of fear, she couldn't hold it any longer. Flagger took a moment to realize a warm liquid was running down his leg, but when he did, he dropped Kathryn - swearing obscenities at her.
Kathryn took full advantage of the situation, and rushed back to the room - her safe haven. Even if he was a jerk to her, she knew Spot would protect her. She sunk to the floor, trying to catch her breath and wiping new tears away. In the bunkroom, she could hear one of the newsboy asking Flagger what was wrong.
"I hit my toe on something" he lied.
*Sure you did* - Kathryn thought, cynically. *Forgot to mention the part where you wanted to rape me.*