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A few weeks had passed and Olive and Spot had become very close. They spent all of their time together except when Olive was in school and Spot was selling his papers. Olive didn't even care what her friends thought of Spot, she barely talked to them anymore, the newsies had become her closest friends.
One night Spot was walking Olive to her house thinking that everything was so perfect in their world; nothing could go wrong as long as they had each other.
When they turned the corner onto Olive's street they saw something happening up by her house. Spot and Olive looked at each other and ran as fast as they could to see what was happening. They saw three policemen facing pistols at the door, four men holding what looked to be two very heavy bags, and another policeman standing in the street trying to see things through the windows.
"What's going on sir?" Olive asked the policeman that was standing in the street.
"Well I was just walking down the street when I heard three gun shots come from up there," he pointed to the second floor of Olive's house, "so I went and knocked on the door but no one answered so I tried the doorknob but it was locked. I yelled and asked who was in there and I kept getting no response until finally I heard a man's voice. He said that I better leave the area otherwise he would shoot me. So I left the house to go get some back up, but when we came back there were two bodies lying on the sidewalk. We carefully approached them and realized they were dead. They were both women's bodies and it looked as if the one body had been shot in the head once and the other body had been shot in the leg and then in the head. We're still trying to identify the bodies, but we're guessing that one of them is his wife and the other looks to be a prostitute."
"Sir, I live here. I might be able to identify the bodies for you," Olive's voice was a little shaky. She wasn't sure if she wanted to look or not. If one of the bodies was her mother she didn't want to have to live with the fact that her father had killed her.
"Okay miss, please come this way with me."
Spot grabbed on to Olive's hand to let her know that he wouldn't leave her. As they walked over to the bodies Spot could feel Olive stiffen up so he squeezed her hand tighter.
The policeman unzippered the first body bag and what they saw was the most grotesque sight they had ever seen. There was blood all over the face and it looked so pale, and it seemed as if their eyes were just staring at them. Olive turned her head onto Spot's shoulder. She couldn't look at it anymore. She knew it was her mother. Olive looked up at Spot and made sure not to look at the body and said, "Yes, that's my mother."
The three made their way over to the second body. As the policeman started unzippering the second bag Olive took a deep breath to prepare herself for the horrific sight she was about to see. She looked into the bag and the woman looked even worse than her mother. The women also looked very pale, and had the same eyes, but the blood on her was a lot worse. It was all over her body. It was in her hair, on her clothes, down her legs, and even in her fingernails. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know this women." Olive didn't know who she was, but could definitely figure out what she did. She was wearing a very tight low cutting shirt which showed half of her stomach, a very short skirt that went up about 4 or 5 inches about her knee, black tights that were only pulled up to about her knees, and ankle high black books.
"Our guess to what happened is that your father brought home this prostitute, they had their fun and she was getting ready to leave, but your father didn't want her to go. She kept fighting against him, but he wouldn't let go of her. We then think that your mother walked in and saw what was happening so he shot her once in the head and then tried shooting the prostitute in the head to, but instead got her leg and then shot her in the head. I think when I was knocking on the door and nobody answered he was raping her and then when I came back he was finished and threw the bodies out through the door. But that's just what we think that happened, we're not sure if it's precise, but we think it's pretty close. And you're father is still in the house. We're not sure if he's still alive and just waiting for us to come in or if he couldn't take the pressure and shot himself too."
Just when the officer had finished telling the story three policemen came out holding her fathers limp body. Olive and Spot ran over to see if he was still alive. They could easily tell that he had shot himself in the head. Olive couldn't hold it in anymore; she broke down in tears. She didn't even like her parents; she didn't know why she was crying.
"Olivia, do you wanna get away from here for a little bit?" Spot asked her.
"Yeah, thanks Spot." Olive grabbed his hand and they turned around and started walking not really sure where they were going.
Spot wasn't really sure what to say at a time like this, "So do you think you're gunna have a funeral for 'em?"
"No, I don't really care what happens to them anymore. I'm just worried about where I'm going to stay. Hopefully the boys will let me stay at the Lodging House."
"Why don't you just come stay with me in Brooklyn? We could be together all the time then."
"Oh Spot I can't. Some of my friends still live here and I could never leave Les again. I would miss him too much. I'm sorry Spot."
"Yeah I guess you're right Olivia. Lets just go to the Lodging House and ask Jack if you can stay there."
Olive and Spot walked silently the rest of the way hand in hand.
A few weeks had passed and Olive and Spot had become very close. They spent all of their time together except when Olive was in school and Spot was selling his papers. Olive didn't even care what her friends thought of Spot, she barely talked to them anymore, the newsies had become her closest friends.
One night Spot was walking Olive to her house thinking that everything was so perfect in their world; nothing could go wrong as long as they had each other.
When they turned the corner onto Olive's street they saw something happening up by her house. Spot and Olive looked at each other and ran as fast as they could to see what was happening. They saw three policemen facing pistols at the door, four men holding what looked to be two very heavy bags, and another policeman standing in the street trying to see things through the windows.
"What's going on sir?" Olive asked the policeman that was standing in the street.
"Well I was just walking down the street when I heard three gun shots come from up there," he pointed to the second floor of Olive's house, "so I went and knocked on the door but no one answered so I tried the doorknob but it was locked. I yelled and asked who was in there and I kept getting no response until finally I heard a man's voice. He said that I better leave the area otherwise he would shoot me. So I left the house to go get some back up, but when we came back there were two bodies lying on the sidewalk. We carefully approached them and realized they were dead. They were both women's bodies and it looked as if the one body had been shot in the head once and the other body had been shot in the leg and then in the head. We're still trying to identify the bodies, but we're guessing that one of them is his wife and the other looks to be a prostitute."
"Sir, I live here. I might be able to identify the bodies for you," Olive's voice was a little shaky. She wasn't sure if she wanted to look or not. If one of the bodies was her mother she didn't want to have to live with the fact that her father had killed her.
"Okay miss, please come this way with me."
Spot grabbed on to Olive's hand to let her know that he wouldn't leave her. As they walked over to the bodies Spot could feel Olive stiffen up so he squeezed her hand tighter.
The policeman unzippered the first body bag and what they saw was the most grotesque sight they had ever seen. There was blood all over the face and it looked so pale, and it seemed as if their eyes were just staring at them. Olive turned her head onto Spot's shoulder. She couldn't look at it anymore. She knew it was her mother. Olive looked up at Spot and made sure not to look at the body and said, "Yes, that's my mother."
The three made their way over to the second body. As the policeman started unzippering the second bag Olive took a deep breath to prepare herself for the horrific sight she was about to see. She looked into the bag and the woman looked even worse than her mother. The women also looked very pale, and had the same eyes, but the blood on her was a lot worse. It was all over her body. It was in her hair, on her clothes, down her legs, and even in her fingernails. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know this women." Olive didn't know who she was, but could definitely figure out what she did. She was wearing a very tight low cutting shirt which showed half of her stomach, a very short skirt that went up about 4 or 5 inches about her knee, black tights that were only pulled up to about her knees, and ankle high black books.
"Our guess to what happened is that your father brought home this prostitute, they had their fun and she was getting ready to leave, but your father didn't want her to go. She kept fighting against him, but he wouldn't let go of her. We then think that your mother walked in and saw what was happening so he shot her once in the head and then tried shooting the prostitute in the head to, but instead got her leg and then shot her in the head. I think when I was knocking on the door and nobody answered he was raping her and then when I came back he was finished and threw the bodies out through the door. But that's just what we think that happened, we're not sure if it's precise, but we think it's pretty close. And you're father is still in the house. We're not sure if he's still alive and just waiting for us to come in or if he couldn't take the pressure and shot himself too."
Just when the officer had finished telling the story three policemen came out holding her fathers limp body. Olive and Spot ran over to see if he was still alive. They could easily tell that he had shot himself in the head. Olive couldn't hold it in anymore; she broke down in tears. She didn't even like her parents; she didn't know why she was crying.
"Olivia, do you wanna get away from here for a little bit?" Spot asked her.
"Yeah, thanks Spot." Olive grabbed his hand and they turned around and started walking not really sure where they were going.
Spot wasn't really sure what to say at a time like this, "So do you think you're gunna have a funeral for 'em?"
"No, I don't really care what happens to them anymore. I'm just worried about where I'm going to stay. Hopefully the boys will let me stay at the Lodging House."
"Why don't you just come stay with me in Brooklyn? We could be together all the time then."
"Oh Spot I can't. Some of my friends still live here and I could never leave Les again. I would miss him too much. I'm sorry Spot."
"Yeah I guess you're right Olivia. Lets just go to the Lodging House and ask Jack if you can stay there."
Olive and Spot walked silently the rest of the way hand in hand.