"Spot." One of the boys hailed him as he entered.
"Hey Twin." Spot replied.
"How many ya sell?"
"Taday?"
"Yeah."
"Near two hundred."
The boy looked at him wide eyed in surprised "Dats a lot!"
"Yeah it is kid." Spot paid for the night signing his name in untidy script.
"Spot she started yellen' at Preachah again." Fists muttered concentrating heavily on the newspaper he was reading. "Da kids near tears."
"An' I though I might relax ta night." Spot said walking up the stairs to see Blackjack glaring at Preacher who was crying on his own bunk.
"What did ya do to da kid?" Spot roared.
"Me all I did was tell him god don't care about us!"
"But he does!" Preacher said sniffling.
"Preacher, stop crying, are you in Brooklyn or Manhattan?"
"Brooklyn." The boy said smiling a little.
"Dats wha I tought." Spot said. "Now go down stairs." The boy smiled and walked down stairs. Spot turned to Blackjack. "Why da fuck did ya haveta tell him dat?" He asked yelling at her.
"Its true! Ya don't go crazy when some one told Twin dat Kris Kringle was a lie!" She yelled.
"Preacher bases his whole existence on da fact dat if he's good den god'll reward him!"
"There is no god here. Or good." She gestured to the room. "Look at dis place its hell!"
"Shut up!" Spot yelled.
"Nuten changes here! We ain't gunna get any bettah! No one grows up here innocent." She looked some what disgusted at Spot.
"You're so stupid!" He yelled at her advancing on the girl seeming to tower over her even though he was only two inches taller then her.
"Oh am I?" Blackjack asked not backing down.
"Yes!" Spot yelled raising his hand back.
"Fine hit me!" Blackjack yelled.
"Don't cross me!" Spot yelled.
"Or what ya'll put da wrath a Brooklyn on me?" Blackjack asked "Here's what I tink a Brooklyn." She spit on Spot. She realized her mistake and he brought his fist back and punched her.
"Still tink dat?" He asked breathing a little heavy.
"Twice as much." she muttered. Something in Spot broke and he pushed her down, punching her wildly.
"Ya stupid brat!" He yelled as he slapped her. As soon as he calmed down he saw here black hair matted with blood. "Oh my god Blackjack I'se sorry." He whispered kissing her "please forgive me." He ran a hand through her hair as she nodded.
Through the door Preacher watched he took a cross off from his neck throwing it down "She was righ, he din' stop nuten." he said his brown eyes full of tears as he bit his lip holding them in.
Disclaimer: I don't own Spot I own the rest.
Author's notes: I haven't read much (If anything) of Spot or any newsie being abusive. Something that happened then, and happens now. Please no flames about Spot's behavior.
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