A.N. I've been meaning to post this chapter for awhile, it's just that I've
been grounded and it's hard to post when you have nothing to type on. (
Anyway I realize in most my stories I forget to put a disclaimer so here it
is. I own nothing except Spot in that little porcelain tub surrounded by
bubbles. And pink Champaign (Think Joy Ride lol)
An hour later Spot still hadn't woken up and Ice was really worried about her brother but then Spot began to stir and Ice knew she'd be able to start to ask the questions that were plaguing her mind. He tried to sitting up but Ice pushed him back into a laying position causing him to glare up at her. Ice sat down on the bed next to him and tried not to let the hurt show when he pushed himself away from her. Spot had become somewhat of a second brother to her and whether or not she fought it, his opinion would always matter.
Ice was glad none of the other newsies were back yet because she wanted to get her answers away from their prying eyes and ears. Ice stared deeply into Spots eyes and knew from what she saw there that he'd really believed she'd been a prostitute. She saw betrayal and mistrust and it hurt her to know that he didn't trust her enough to know that she'd never stoop as low as to sleep with a man for money, no matter how desperate or broke she was.
"Spot. I know you'se prolly don't wanna tawk ta me right now but you'se bettah answer me questions." Spot didn't say word but just continued to glare at her. "What exactly happened, and do you'se know where Temp. is?"
Spot's eyebrows shot up, "What do you'se mean do I know where Tempah is?"
Ice stood suddenly and threw a book against the wall. "Damn it Spot Conlin you'se and Tempah were walkin down da rode when someone beat da livin crap outta you and I found you'se lyin on da ground covered in blood, but Tempah was nowhere to be found. Now tell me exactly what happened!"
Spot growled, "Why should I tell a doirty whore like you'se?"
Ice's features glazed over dangerously and she leaned her face right into his, "What you'se tink you'se know is wrong, I ain't a streetwalker and I nevah was."
"Den what were you'se doin all dose night when you'se was out?"
Ice sat back down on the bed and rubbed a hand over her face, "Spot, da past couple of weeks I've been thinkin a lot about me family and what happened. I'se told Fightah I'd been goin to da bridge but really I'se been goin back to our old house."
Ice turned her back to Spot knowing she wouldn't be able to hold in the tears if she kept talking so she didn't go into a further explanation. Suddenly she felt Spot's arm go around her waist. She turned and looked at him questioningly but he just smirked. "I'se glad you ain't a prostitute Ice, you'se like a sistah to me. I'll sort evertin out wit Manhattan, ou know I'se tink you'se found at least two good friends here, but do you'se wanna come back ta Brooklyn?"
"I can't Spot, not now."
Spot nodded, "I'se understand but you'se know Brooklyn is gonna stay wit you'se always?"
It was Ice's turn to smirk, "Wouldn't have it any udder way. Sides 'Hattan needs to see tougher goils I tink da ones dey got here are to soft? Right Fight?"
Ice turned around, knowing that Fighter was standing behind her with Jack and Race. Fighter frowned, "How da hell do you'se do dat?"
Ice smiled, "It's a Brooklyn trait?"
Fighter smiled, "Yeah den why didn't da King of Brooklyn say anythin?"
Spot glared, "I'se don't like you goil."
Fighter shrugged, "Well not many do."
Ice frowned, "Alright enough chattin, we gotta figure out where Temp. is."
An hour later Spot still hadn't woken up and Ice was really worried about her brother but then Spot began to stir and Ice knew she'd be able to start to ask the questions that were plaguing her mind. He tried to sitting up but Ice pushed him back into a laying position causing him to glare up at her. Ice sat down on the bed next to him and tried not to let the hurt show when he pushed himself away from her. Spot had become somewhat of a second brother to her and whether or not she fought it, his opinion would always matter.
Ice was glad none of the other newsies were back yet because she wanted to get her answers away from their prying eyes and ears. Ice stared deeply into Spots eyes and knew from what she saw there that he'd really believed she'd been a prostitute. She saw betrayal and mistrust and it hurt her to know that he didn't trust her enough to know that she'd never stoop as low as to sleep with a man for money, no matter how desperate or broke she was.
"Spot. I know you'se prolly don't wanna tawk ta me right now but you'se bettah answer me questions." Spot didn't say word but just continued to glare at her. "What exactly happened, and do you'se know where Temp. is?"
Spot's eyebrows shot up, "What do you'se mean do I know where Tempah is?"
Ice stood suddenly and threw a book against the wall. "Damn it Spot Conlin you'se and Tempah were walkin down da rode when someone beat da livin crap outta you and I found you'se lyin on da ground covered in blood, but Tempah was nowhere to be found. Now tell me exactly what happened!"
Spot growled, "Why should I tell a doirty whore like you'se?"
Ice's features glazed over dangerously and she leaned her face right into his, "What you'se tink you'se know is wrong, I ain't a streetwalker and I nevah was."
"Den what were you'se doin all dose night when you'se was out?"
Ice sat back down on the bed and rubbed a hand over her face, "Spot, da past couple of weeks I've been thinkin a lot about me family and what happened. I'se told Fightah I'd been goin to da bridge but really I'se been goin back to our old house."
Ice turned her back to Spot knowing she wouldn't be able to hold in the tears if she kept talking so she didn't go into a further explanation. Suddenly she felt Spot's arm go around her waist. She turned and looked at him questioningly but he just smirked. "I'se glad you ain't a prostitute Ice, you'se like a sistah to me. I'll sort evertin out wit Manhattan, ou know I'se tink you'se found at least two good friends here, but do you'se wanna come back ta Brooklyn?"
"I can't Spot, not now."
Spot nodded, "I'se understand but you'se know Brooklyn is gonna stay wit you'se always?"
It was Ice's turn to smirk, "Wouldn't have it any udder way. Sides 'Hattan needs to see tougher goils I tink da ones dey got here are to soft? Right Fight?"
Ice turned around, knowing that Fighter was standing behind her with Jack and Race. Fighter frowned, "How da hell do you'se do dat?"
Ice smiled, "It's a Brooklyn trait?"
Fighter smiled, "Yeah den why didn't da King of Brooklyn say anythin?"
Spot glared, "I'se don't like you goil."
Fighter shrugged, "Well not many do."
Ice frowned, "Alright enough chattin, we gotta figure out where Temp. is."