A malevolent silence ornamented the atmosphere of the bathroom as Breeanne remained in the same location Spot had so brutally left her in. Her mouth hung wide in astonishment at the concept of his degrading words. How could a boy such as himself speak with so much impertinence to a woman of her capability? Did he comprehend who she was? Well she was soon to enlighten his sense of ignorance.
She casually tramped out the door and into the now presumably less bustling corridor, searching left and right for any indication of Spot's whereabouts. A sudden lurch from her right accompanied by a chuckle brought her attention to a secluded backstage door that was just barely accessible. Without a second thought she found herself opening the door and walking into an adequately disordered room. A series of steps descended into an area brimming with commotion. A ventriloquist smiled brightly at her presence, waving a hand to usher her down the stairs. She hastily did as indicated and gazed around at the enclosure in which she stood. An open area overlooked the rear of the stage and much of the audience could be seen. Squinting her eyes Breeanne located her mother and father, but briskly refrained herself from revealing her whereabouts. If they hadn't realized she was absent from their presence, she wouldn't be the one to point it out.
Breeanne sighed in disappointment, Spot was nowhere to be encountered and she was just consuming time, precious time until the moment she was caught wandering off by herself. With another heavy sigh she set forth to exit the backstage door, but not before movement from the nook of her eye grasped her attention. She swiftly swiveled her hips just in time to reach out and snatch the boy that was marching nearby, bringing him close to her face and gazing into his eyes maliciously. Her heart skipped a beat once she acquired the idea that the boy she clutched so close, was not Spot, but his friend.
"So I see you'se met Jackie-Boy." Spot's amused voice chuckled thoughtlessly.
"Shut up, you good for nothing pig." Snarled Breeanne, releasing 'Jackie-Boy,' "Do you understand who I am? I am Breeanne Withers."
She observed Spot's comrade as he cautiously held out his hand to greet her, "I undahstand who'se ya are." He said, blushing, "you'se one of dah most finest goils on dis side of da city." He placed a kiss on the back of her hand, grinning up into her jade green eyes.
Spot powerfully intruded the connection made between the two, "Ha, you'se mean one of dah most fucked up?" And that's how it was and always would be. Spot would always violate Jack's relationships, for better or for worse, and this relationship was no different.
