The next day Irish made her way down to the distribution office, hoping
that Spot would still be there, so she could talk to him and try to make
him understand. When she got there she noticed everyone just standing and
staring at something beyond her line of sight. Quickly she pushed through
the crowd and heard some of the boys yelling but she couldn't make out any
of the words. As she finally got to the front she heard Spot's voice
clearly threatening to murder someone. 'Well that's new, imagine Spot
wants to murder someone,' She thought sarcastically. She then turned her
attention to the scabbers who were out in front and her jaw dropped,
"Jack?"
He looked over at her but quickly turned his attention back to the people in front of him. Tears started coming to her eyes but instead of letting herself feel the pain she went with the other emotion which happened to be blind anger. She pushed the cop in front of her but he didn't budge. That's when she noticed Davey talking with Jack, she couldn't make out the words, but then he started to walk away and instead turned around and dived at Jack. "Go Davey!" Irish yelled as loud as she could hoping Jack would hear her and she saw hurt in his eyes and she smiled broadly.
Then she turned her back to him and walked away, trying to decide what to do. That's when she saw Sarah with Les and decided to try and walk to her. She smiled glad she'd worn a skirt today and her hair was done in two braids, "Sarah?"
Sarah turned and smiled, Irish took that as a good sign and walked forwards, "Hello.Irish right?" Irish laughed and smiled sweetly at the girl.
'Well maybe she isn't as bad as she seems.' "That's my nickname, yeah. Have you ever heard of Legs O'Conner?"
"No, sorry." Sarah frowned, "How long have you known Jack?"
Irish scowled, "Long enough," Irish caught Sarah's confused look and started to explain but then thought better of it. "You know when I first met you I was ready to do anything to keep you away from my best friend but now I don't know if I still want to do that. I don't even know if he's my friend anymore but let me warn you, Trouble is someone I've known for a long time and I know she gets what she wants, but I don't think she wants Jack, so your free there. BUT if you say anything bad about her I will find out and I will hurt you. I don't want to because I like you but I love her, she's my blood sister." With that Irish turned away and was going to walk off, when Sara grabbed her arm.
"I like you too, Irish." Irish smiled at the sincerity in that statement and then turned and walked off towards Tibbys. 'Time to talk wit Conlin.' Once she got there it didn't take long to figure out that he wasn't there. 'Alright one thing left to do, go to Brooklyn.' So she made her way towards the bridge but didn't quite make it. She was pulled into an alley and beaten until she could barely walk. At first she thought it was Oscar or Morris but she knew what both of them looked like and she didn't recognize this man. After he had beaten her, he searched her body for money but came up empty. Irish figured it pissed him off, since he kicked her again in the ribs as if for good measure. Then he walked out of the alley, Irish tried to climb to her feet but her legs wouldn't hold her and so she collapsed back onto the ground and groaned in pain. She managed to crawl towards the entrance but darkness overcame her before she could get out and she passed out in pain.
She felt somebody pick her but again she succumbed to unconsciousness, and her head fell against their shoulder. She finally awoke later that night and when she looked around she didn't recognize her surroundings. She tried to sit up but found she could barely move. She pulled the covers off and pulled her shirt up enough to see the dozens of bruises that covered her stomach. 'Well that explains why I hurt so much.' Somebody cleared their throat and she turned her head to the side and saw Jack staring at her. She blushed an pulled the shirt down quickly, "Where am I?"
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and reached up to push a piece of hair out of her face but she just slapped his hand away and glared at him. "I was sellin papes, when I'se walked by da alley and saw you'se. I know I'm prolly da last poirson you wanna see but I'se couldn't jist leave you'se dere. Since I ain't really welcome at the lodgin house no more I had to bring you here."
Irish raised an eyebrow, "And where is here?" She looked around noticing all the dust and dirt.
He shrugged, "The basement to some old buildin, I tink. It's where Pulitzah has me sleepin."
Irish's eyes widened and she looked deeply into Jack's eyes, "You'se didn't want dis did you'se?" Jack lowered his head, knowing he could never lie to her because she was like a sister to him. "Jackie look at me," When he looked up she continued, "You'se know I'se will always love you so don't hide from me."
A.N. I just want to thank everyone for the reviews and also like to tell you that the next chapter will be during the same day but from Trouble's P.O.V. for those of you who are computer lingo illiterate that means it's gonna just be what happened to Trouble that day. Thanks again. Kat
He looked over at her but quickly turned his attention back to the people in front of him. Tears started coming to her eyes but instead of letting herself feel the pain she went with the other emotion which happened to be blind anger. She pushed the cop in front of her but he didn't budge. That's when she noticed Davey talking with Jack, she couldn't make out the words, but then he started to walk away and instead turned around and dived at Jack. "Go Davey!" Irish yelled as loud as she could hoping Jack would hear her and she saw hurt in his eyes and she smiled broadly.
Then she turned her back to him and walked away, trying to decide what to do. That's when she saw Sarah with Les and decided to try and walk to her. She smiled glad she'd worn a skirt today and her hair was done in two braids, "Sarah?"
Sarah turned and smiled, Irish took that as a good sign and walked forwards, "Hello.Irish right?" Irish laughed and smiled sweetly at the girl.
'Well maybe she isn't as bad as she seems.' "That's my nickname, yeah. Have you ever heard of Legs O'Conner?"
"No, sorry." Sarah frowned, "How long have you known Jack?"
Irish scowled, "Long enough," Irish caught Sarah's confused look and started to explain but then thought better of it. "You know when I first met you I was ready to do anything to keep you away from my best friend but now I don't know if I still want to do that. I don't even know if he's my friend anymore but let me warn you, Trouble is someone I've known for a long time and I know she gets what she wants, but I don't think she wants Jack, so your free there. BUT if you say anything bad about her I will find out and I will hurt you. I don't want to because I like you but I love her, she's my blood sister." With that Irish turned away and was going to walk off, when Sara grabbed her arm.
"I like you too, Irish." Irish smiled at the sincerity in that statement and then turned and walked off towards Tibbys. 'Time to talk wit Conlin.' Once she got there it didn't take long to figure out that he wasn't there. 'Alright one thing left to do, go to Brooklyn.' So she made her way towards the bridge but didn't quite make it. She was pulled into an alley and beaten until she could barely walk. At first she thought it was Oscar or Morris but she knew what both of them looked like and she didn't recognize this man. After he had beaten her, he searched her body for money but came up empty. Irish figured it pissed him off, since he kicked her again in the ribs as if for good measure. Then he walked out of the alley, Irish tried to climb to her feet but her legs wouldn't hold her and so she collapsed back onto the ground and groaned in pain. She managed to crawl towards the entrance but darkness overcame her before she could get out and she passed out in pain.
She felt somebody pick her but again she succumbed to unconsciousness, and her head fell against their shoulder. She finally awoke later that night and when she looked around she didn't recognize her surroundings. She tried to sit up but found she could barely move. She pulled the covers off and pulled her shirt up enough to see the dozens of bruises that covered her stomach. 'Well that explains why I hurt so much.' Somebody cleared their throat and she turned her head to the side and saw Jack staring at her. She blushed an pulled the shirt down quickly, "Where am I?"
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and reached up to push a piece of hair out of her face but she just slapped his hand away and glared at him. "I was sellin papes, when I'se walked by da alley and saw you'se. I know I'm prolly da last poirson you wanna see but I'se couldn't jist leave you'se dere. Since I ain't really welcome at the lodgin house no more I had to bring you here."
Irish raised an eyebrow, "And where is here?" She looked around noticing all the dust and dirt.
He shrugged, "The basement to some old buildin, I tink. It's where Pulitzah has me sleepin."
Irish's eyes widened and she looked deeply into Jack's eyes, "You'se didn't want dis did you'se?" Jack lowered his head, knowing he could never lie to her because she was like a sister to him. "Jackie look at me," When he looked up she continued, "You'se know I'se will always love you so don't hide from me."
A.N. I just want to thank everyone for the reviews and also like to tell you that the next chapter will be during the same day but from Trouble's P.O.V. for those of you who are computer lingo illiterate that means it's gonna just be what happened to Trouble that day. Thanks again. Kat