A.N. Sorry it's taken so long for me to write but I've had a HUGE writer's
block when it came to this story, but hopefully I am fully back in the
grove and I will be able to finish it.
About an hour later Medda was performing the boys favorite song and they were going wild, but then Irish looked over at Dave and noticed him whispering to Spot, she looked in the direction he was pointing and gasped. It was Snyder, luckily Dave was already on his way to warn Jack. Spot grabbed her and Sarah's arms to pull them towards the exit, but Irish roughly pulled her arm out of his grasp and headed backstage and to her dressing room. Where she quickly changed out of her dress and into a pair of pants, and she also tucked her hair up under a newsie cap. When she was back on stage, two cops came at her but she quickly knocked them unconscious with her fighting skills. That's when she saw one of the cops hit an unsuspecting Race and knock him out. She quickly went after him but only got in one good punch before she was hit over the head with a billy club.
She heard Spot call her name, but couldn't respond because the floor seemed to be rising towards her face at an alarming rate and that's when the blackness overcame her and she welcomed the oblivion. When she finally came to she noticed that she was laying on something warm and soft she looked up and saw Rage's penetrating eyes staring back down at her. She quickly rose to her feet and went to the opposite side the jail cell where she sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest, laying her head on her knees. Trying to ignore the pounding in her head she closed her eyes, but it was no use. When she looked up she was welcomed by Trouble's accusing glare.
"Well you'se were tons of help tanight, I'se glad you'se were dere ta save da day." The sarcasm that laced her words was not lost on Irish, but just as she was about to respond something familiar caught her eye.
She jumped to her feet like lighting, and pressed Trouble against the wall by her throat, she pulled on the chain and out popped the charm that was so familiar to her. It was the one she'd given her best friend from Chicago the Christmas before they left. "Where did you get this?" The New York accent she had picked up while there was gone, and now her Chicago one was brought back with her anger.
"A friend gave it to me." Trouble managed to choke out around Irish's tighting grasp.
Irish pulled her a little off the wall and then shoved her back roughly, "Don't lie to me!"
"I ain't lying you doirty scabber." Irish let go of her and let her regain her composure before punching her right in the eye, causing instantaneous swelling. Trouble lashed out sending a kick to Irish's midwaist, but Irish just grabbed her ankle in both hands and with a quick flik of both her wrists sent Trouble sprawling across the floor. The boys attention was now fully on the two furious girls, but none of them tried to stop the fighting. In fact, one looked on with great curiousity and intrigue.
The minute Trouble finally regained her balance Irish went to use the same kick Trouble did and Trouble used the same move she had but what she hadn't anticipated was Irish's other foot to come up and knock her in the face. Irish flipped to her feet and stood waiting in a crouched position, she could have gone on for hours and one person in the room knew that and gently touched her arm. She turned quickly, seeing it was her brother she kicked his feet out from under him and then calmly walked to the bed and sat down next to Spot.
Trouble was standing in the corner fuming and Rage stood up his face red with embarrassment and went back to the spot he'd been in a couple of minutes ago. Irish turned to Spot, "I'm tired, when are we getting out of here?"
Spot shrugged, "We'll prolly have a trial tomorrow."
Irish crawled behind Spot and laid down inching as close to the wall as she could, but when she finally drifted to sleep. She dreamnt of Chicago and the orphanage and her best friend and how much she missed her best friend.
About an hour later Medda was performing the boys favorite song and they were going wild, but then Irish looked over at Dave and noticed him whispering to Spot, she looked in the direction he was pointing and gasped. It was Snyder, luckily Dave was already on his way to warn Jack. Spot grabbed her and Sarah's arms to pull them towards the exit, but Irish roughly pulled her arm out of his grasp and headed backstage and to her dressing room. Where she quickly changed out of her dress and into a pair of pants, and she also tucked her hair up under a newsie cap. When she was back on stage, two cops came at her but she quickly knocked them unconscious with her fighting skills. That's when she saw one of the cops hit an unsuspecting Race and knock him out. She quickly went after him but only got in one good punch before she was hit over the head with a billy club.
She heard Spot call her name, but couldn't respond because the floor seemed to be rising towards her face at an alarming rate and that's when the blackness overcame her and she welcomed the oblivion. When she finally came to she noticed that she was laying on something warm and soft she looked up and saw Rage's penetrating eyes staring back down at her. She quickly rose to her feet and went to the opposite side the jail cell where she sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest, laying her head on her knees. Trying to ignore the pounding in her head she closed her eyes, but it was no use. When she looked up she was welcomed by Trouble's accusing glare.
"Well you'se were tons of help tanight, I'se glad you'se were dere ta save da day." The sarcasm that laced her words was not lost on Irish, but just as she was about to respond something familiar caught her eye.
She jumped to her feet like lighting, and pressed Trouble against the wall by her throat, she pulled on the chain and out popped the charm that was so familiar to her. It was the one she'd given her best friend from Chicago the Christmas before they left. "Where did you get this?" The New York accent she had picked up while there was gone, and now her Chicago one was brought back with her anger.
"A friend gave it to me." Trouble managed to choke out around Irish's tighting grasp.
Irish pulled her a little off the wall and then shoved her back roughly, "Don't lie to me!"
"I ain't lying you doirty scabber." Irish let go of her and let her regain her composure before punching her right in the eye, causing instantaneous swelling. Trouble lashed out sending a kick to Irish's midwaist, but Irish just grabbed her ankle in both hands and with a quick flik of both her wrists sent Trouble sprawling across the floor. The boys attention was now fully on the two furious girls, but none of them tried to stop the fighting. In fact, one looked on with great curiousity and intrigue.
The minute Trouble finally regained her balance Irish went to use the same kick Trouble did and Trouble used the same move she had but what she hadn't anticipated was Irish's other foot to come up and knock her in the face. Irish flipped to her feet and stood waiting in a crouched position, she could have gone on for hours and one person in the room knew that and gently touched her arm. She turned quickly, seeing it was her brother she kicked his feet out from under him and then calmly walked to the bed and sat down next to Spot.
Trouble was standing in the corner fuming and Rage stood up his face red with embarrassment and went back to the spot he'd been in a couple of minutes ago. Irish turned to Spot, "I'm tired, when are we getting out of here?"
Spot shrugged, "We'll prolly have a trial tomorrow."
Irish crawled behind Spot and laid down inching as close to the wall as she could, but when she finally drifted to sleep. She dreamnt of Chicago and the orphanage and her best friend and how much she missed her best friend.