Past's do Bite
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: read last chapter or whatevr.
A/N: thnx fer reviews. in this chapter, it mite seem like Tk ain't hurting but she is also used 2 pain and pain doesn't feel like pain to her.
Rhapsody: She was under the Harlem LH. uh why? I dont know. lol. I guess cuz in New York they had/have basements and they kept her there and no other newsies were aloud down there except fer oni (leader) and the others. Why did she explode on Spot? She's been thru alot and cant control her anger as easily as before. But it gets better in this chapter!
Sapphire: hey thnx. I always thought my writing sucked the big 1. lol. it gives me gr8 joy to kno u like my story.
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Spot sat on the cold, wooded floor, thinking of what he had just said to her. He wasn't thinking when he said 'I know how yah fell'. It hurt him so much to see her in pain. He wanted to apologize to her but didn't know how. He leaned against the wall before actually getting up and said to himself, "Spot, this is the only time yah get tah win da goil of yer dreams so get yah lousy bum in dere and make ends meet"
No one had heard him of course because he was talking quietly. He stood up, and walked over to the girls bunk, knowing that the girls were either out in the boys bunk or out. He opened the door, heard Tk weeping quietly.
He walked over to her, not making a sound and knelt besides her. He stroked her dirty blonde hair and she didn't flinch, she didn't even move when she knew it was him.
"Uh, Tk?" He heard a mumble. "I'se sorry. I'se wasn't thinkin' when I said 'I know how yah feel. Yah fergive me
Tk looked up him, her eyes red. "It'll take a while Conlon, but I'se shoah you'd make it quick" She said smiling. Spot wanted so much to kiss her but her frail body would be in pain if he would try anything.
"I wasn't tryin' tah get woids outtah yer mouth when I'se said I loved yah. I'se meant it." Spot said. Tk leaned on her arm, wincing but she didn't care. She leaned in and they kissed. Tk felt like a feather, weightless in the air. She didn't notice the pain anymore, like it was sucked out of her.Spot broke away and pushed Tk softly on the bed. He kissed her once again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. It was like that the rest of the night.
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Tk woke up, with a breathing body next to her. She was breathing heavily, from having a nightmare about waking up with Spot's dead body. She rolled over, checking to see if the body next to her was alive and it was. She sighed heavily and Spot opened his eyes.
" Somethin' tha mattah?" He asked, quietly. Tk shook her head 'no' and Spot kissed her once again. "I'se love yah, Tk"
"I love yah too, Spot" Tk replied. She sat up, remembering Jack had said they were going to a doctor, a cheap one, to see if she needs stitches or something. She grabbed her garments, shoved them on quickly, and Spot looked at her.
"Why yah in a hurry?" He asked.
"Jack said we'se gonna go to a doctah fer some reason. I'se be back latah" Tk said as she entered the girl's washroom. Spot rolled back over and layed flat on his back. The thoughts of last night flooded his brain with happy things. Tk loved him and he loved her! It was perfect! He thought but then heard a piercing scream from the washroom. He quickly put his boxers on (tho i dun even kno if they had boxers in 1899) and rant to the washroom.
He saw Tk on the ground, her hands bloody and saw a figure, clothed in dark clothing, with a knife. Spot ran over to the figure, who tried to jab Spot but instead, Spot turned the tables on him. He punched the figure, grabbed the knife and held it up to his throat.
"I'se find yah in Manhattan or in Brooklyn, tryin' tah hoit me goil heah, I'se sweah I'se gonna kill yah meself!" The figure shakily nodded and ran out of the room. Spot turned back to Tk. She had stopped crying and looked at her hands, the cut across the palms of her hands, bleeding. The knife was directed towards her heart but she caught it with her palms and the figure thought her hands wouldn't be much use, so he had turned it sideways and dragged it out of her grasp.
Spot ran to her and examined her hands. She felt no pain. He brought her to the sink, turned the water on, and placed her hands under the cold water. Tk winced as the water came into the cuts.
"Ow, Spot. Dat hoits" She said, as Spot began to wash her hands with the soap. He scrubbed to get all the blood off of her hands. "Stop it!" She tried to pull away but Spot wouldn't let go.
"If I let yah go 'round da lodgin' house, dey would know somethin' happened tah yah dis mornin' so we haftah get da blood off" Spot said, rincing the cloth out, wetting it again, and scrubbing.
"They'd know anyway when they'd look at me hands" Tk said. Spot looked at her with a smile.
"Yeah, but I'se want yah to be ok. I love yah, Tk, and I'se dun want anythin tah happen tah ya" He said, finishing cleaning her hands. He let go of them and looked around for bandages to wrap her hands.
Tk smiled and thought, 'Gawd he's so sweet'.
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A/N: I just realized that this is sorta a PWP (plot wut plot) but r&r plz. Things r going left 'n' rite wit their love. if yah wanna know who the clothed figure is, review!
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: read last chapter or whatevr.
A/N: thnx fer reviews. in this chapter, it mite seem like Tk ain't hurting but she is also used 2 pain and pain doesn't feel like pain to her.
Rhapsody: She was under the Harlem LH. uh why? I dont know. lol. I guess cuz in New York they had/have basements and they kept her there and no other newsies were aloud down there except fer oni (leader) and the others. Why did she explode on Spot? She's been thru alot and cant control her anger as easily as before. But it gets better in this chapter!
Sapphire: hey thnx. I always thought my writing sucked the big 1. lol. it gives me gr8 joy to kno u like my story.
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Spot sat on the cold, wooded floor, thinking of what he had just said to her. He wasn't thinking when he said 'I know how yah fell'. It hurt him so much to see her in pain. He wanted to apologize to her but didn't know how. He leaned against the wall before actually getting up and said to himself, "Spot, this is the only time yah get tah win da goil of yer dreams so get yah lousy bum in dere and make ends meet"
No one had heard him of course because he was talking quietly. He stood up, and walked over to the girls bunk, knowing that the girls were either out in the boys bunk or out. He opened the door, heard Tk weeping quietly.
He walked over to her, not making a sound and knelt besides her. He stroked her dirty blonde hair and she didn't flinch, she didn't even move when she knew it was him.
"Uh, Tk?" He heard a mumble. "I'se sorry. I'se wasn't thinkin' when I said 'I know how yah feel. Yah fergive me
Tk looked up him, her eyes red. "It'll take a while Conlon, but I'se shoah you'd make it quick" She said smiling. Spot wanted so much to kiss her but her frail body would be in pain if he would try anything.
"I wasn't tryin' tah get woids outtah yer mouth when I'se said I loved yah. I'se meant it." Spot said. Tk leaned on her arm, wincing but she didn't care. She leaned in and they kissed. Tk felt like a feather, weightless in the air. She didn't notice the pain anymore, like it was sucked out of her.Spot broke away and pushed Tk softly on the bed. He kissed her once again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. It was like that the rest of the night.
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Tk woke up, with a breathing body next to her. She was breathing heavily, from having a nightmare about waking up with Spot's dead body. She rolled over, checking to see if the body next to her was alive and it was. She sighed heavily and Spot opened his eyes.
" Somethin' tha mattah?" He asked, quietly. Tk shook her head 'no' and Spot kissed her once again. "I'se love yah, Tk"
"I love yah too, Spot" Tk replied. She sat up, remembering Jack had said they were going to a doctor, a cheap one, to see if she needs stitches or something. She grabbed her garments, shoved them on quickly, and Spot looked at her.
"Why yah in a hurry?" He asked.
"Jack said we'se gonna go to a doctah fer some reason. I'se be back latah" Tk said as she entered the girl's washroom. Spot rolled back over and layed flat on his back. The thoughts of last night flooded his brain with happy things. Tk loved him and he loved her! It was perfect! He thought but then heard a piercing scream from the washroom. He quickly put his boxers on (tho i dun even kno if they had boxers in 1899) and rant to the washroom.
He saw Tk on the ground, her hands bloody and saw a figure, clothed in dark clothing, with a knife. Spot ran over to the figure, who tried to jab Spot but instead, Spot turned the tables on him. He punched the figure, grabbed the knife and held it up to his throat.
"I'se find yah in Manhattan or in Brooklyn, tryin' tah hoit me goil heah, I'se sweah I'se gonna kill yah meself!" The figure shakily nodded and ran out of the room. Spot turned back to Tk. She had stopped crying and looked at her hands, the cut across the palms of her hands, bleeding. The knife was directed towards her heart but she caught it with her palms and the figure thought her hands wouldn't be much use, so he had turned it sideways and dragged it out of her grasp.
Spot ran to her and examined her hands. She felt no pain. He brought her to the sink, turned the water on, and placed her hands under the cold water. Tk winced as the water came into the cuts.
"Ow, Spot. Dat hoits" She said, as Spot began to wash her hands with the soap. He scrubbed to get all the blood off of her hands. "Stop it!" She tried to pull away but Spot wouldn't let go.
"If I let yah go 'round da lodgin' house, dey would know somethin' happened tah yah dis mornin' so we haftah get da blood off" Spot said, rincing the cloth out, wetting it again, and scrubbing.
"They'd know anyway when they'd look at me hands" Tk said. Spot looked at her with a smile.
"Yeah, but I'se want yah to be ok. I love yah, Tk, and I'se dun want anythin tah happen tah ya" He said, finishing cleaning her hands. He let go of them and looked around for bandages to wrap her hands.
Tk smiled and thought, 'Gawd he's so sweet'.
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A/N: I just realized that this is sorta a PWP (plot wut plot) but r&r plz. Things r going left 'n' rite wit their love. if yah wanna know who the clothed figure is, review!