A/N- Due to popular demand, I have put up this chapter as fast as I could, and I have to give myself credit because I've hardly been home because of school, work, friends and seeing Matrix: Reloaded!!!!! If you have not seen it yet, get off your ass and see it! Amazing, amazing! Anyway, sorry to get off subject. You guys have been great with keeping up those reviews, I really appreciate them! I hope you enjoy this chapter and please keep reviewing!

Chapter 14

"Kit?! Oh, hell no!" said Tucker in a fearful voice. They all bent down beside her beat up face to examine her. She had a bloody lip, with a larger bump on her head and a gash on her left eyebrow. Her clothes were ripped with some bloodstains on them. They checked for her pulse, making sure she was still alive, which she was. The boys started panicking.

"I'll kill whoevah did dis!" said Bulls in an angry voice.

"Okay, let's cahfully pick 'er up and bring 'er ta Spot, he'll know what ta do," Sticks said, trying to remain calm. Since Bulls was the strongest, he carefully lifted her up, cradled in his arms. They walked inside the LH and up the stairs.

The boys gasped as Bulls quickly walked past them into Spot's room. The door was slightly open, so he kicked it and flung it open.

"Hey, what da-" Spot stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he looked at her, his mouth dropping. He felt his heart sink.

"Listen, Spot. We found 'er outside on da ground just bahly. We dunno what happened, all we know is dat she's still alive, " said Bulls, feeling nervous about how Spot would react.

He gulped and said quietly, "put her on my bed." Bulls did as he was told. They could see her wounds more clearly now. She looked so pale and helpless. It broke Spot's heart to see her like this. He fought as hard as he could to hold back his tears. As he examined her, he noticed that her clothes were ripped in such a way that it meant something he could not bare to think about.

"Leave!" Spot demanded. They immediately obeyed him and shut the door. Spot was full of anger and sadness. No! This can't be happening! He thought. He walked over to her and knelt beside her defenceless body. He could no longer hold back his tears. Very gently, he placed his hand on her cheek. She was cold as ice. He stood up and carefully put his blanket over her. He then went to his closet and grabbed the only other blanket he had and placed it on top of the other blanket in order to try and warm her up. He also couldn't bear to see her body, because he knew it had been violated at least once. "Son of a bitch!" He turned around and punched the wall with his right fist as hard as he could. A dent formed in the wall as he felt his hand stinging, but he didn't care. He stormed out of his room. Everyone looked at him as soon as he entered the newsies bunkroom. "Bulls, you and Tuck go ta Manhattan and get Mush!" Even though it was pretty late, they knew better than to argue with him, so they immediately left and headed to Manhattan. "I want da rest of youse ta know dat when we find out who did dis we's gonna get dem and make dem pay! No one messes wit da Brooklyn newsies!" They all cheered.

Spot went back into his room. He grabbed a chair and put it right next to Kit. He sat down and just stared at her. He couldn't help but noticed that amidst the injuries on her face, she still looked beautiful. As he stroked her cheek, tears began rolling down his cheeks. As ideas of what may have happened to her began to enter is mind, controlling his anger became increasingly difficult. Finally he put his head down and rested it on his hands. He could no longer bear to look at her.

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Spot's head shot up as the door flew open. Mush stood there with a panicked look on his face. He gasped as he looked at Kit. He slowly walked over to her bedside, across from Spot. Tears began to form in is eyes. He finally asked, "who did dis?"

"We dunno, we have to wait 'til she wakes up ta find out," replied Spot.

Mush just kept staring at her face. He removed the blankets so he could see her body. He noticed how torn her clothes were and it dawned on him. "She was raped, wasn't she?" He continued to stare at her.

Spot looked down, trying to hold back his tears. "Yeah." Mush lifted up her shirt enough to see her stomach. She had a couple bruises, but not around her ribcage, so he felt more relieved because he knew they couldn't be broken. Spot looked at her and noticed she had more color on her body. This made him feel a little better. He looked at Mush, who put the covers back on her and gently grabbed hold of her hand, continuing to stare at her with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Hey Mush, listen, about what happened between me and Kit, it-"

"I don't wanna talk about it. All I cah about is her right now." He glared at Spot and then looked back down at her. Spot stood up.

"I'll leave you two alone," Spot said as he left the room.

Mush continued to stare at Kit's helpless face. "I love you, please wake up," he pleaded out loud. A little while later, Spot came in with a wet washcloth. He walked over to Kit and sat down in his chair. He very gently rubbed it against her cuts, but the blood was mostly dry by now. He then gently rubbed it around her entire face. He then removed the covers and continued inspecting her body for cuts and scrapes. She didn't have very many, mostly just bruises. Mush just sat there quietly, still stroking her motionless hand. When Spot finished, he threw the now mostly red cloth away. He sat down in his chair and went back to resting his head in his folded arms.