I'm sitting on the ground halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge because I
can't walk any further. But if anyone asks, it's because I like the view.
I still hurt.
And I'm still wet.
After venting my anger at Spot I stomped away. I managed to get to where I am now because I was angry, but now I'm kinda out of steam.
I wasn't mad at Spot. He was just a very handy target.
The person I'm really mad at is myself.
Why? Because I feel all depressed.
I hate being gloomy 'cause I always end up going in a downward spiral until I hate myself and the world. It's not fun, which is why I don't do it often.
And that's the real reason why I'm sitting here sulking. That and I hurt.
"Hey Race."
"Heya Spot." I really hope he doesn't realize that I'm moping.
"Mind if I sit down?"
Why is he asking me?
"Make yourself at home." Of course, he is at home. It being Brooklyn and all.
"I got something for ya."
I turn to look at him. Why would he be giving me anything? I mean, we're friends and all, but still.
Everything goes green all of a sudden, but once my eyes focus I realized he was shoving money in my face. I reach up and take it.
"I can't take this Spot."
I can't take his money. I mean, if I won it, that would be one thing, but I can't take it if he just gives it to me.
"Why not?"
I'm not quite sure how to answer, so I just look at him and hope he gets what I want to say.
"Well, it is your money after all." He understood. Smart kid.
Wait. Did he say it was my money?
"Where'd you get it?"
"Well, Jack said he was real worried about you an' all. Said to keep an eye out for you. When you didn't get back last night he sent out word that you might be in trouble." He looked over at me, examining my face. Then he turned away again and smiled. "And by the looks of things, I'd say he was right."
I said nothing. I was still waiting for an answer.
"I was out with some of the others looking for you. Heard you were in Brooklyn. And while we didn't find you, we did find two others." He paused and tilted his head toward me again. "Do the names Joe and Mahoney sound familiar?"
My head snapped toward him at the sound of those two. "What happened?"
"Well, we going down the street when we heard these two guys arguing. Then we heard your name mixed in with it, so we decided it was worth listening to. I didn't know you had an uncle."
"Yeah, well, I don't talk about him much." As in never, until Jack asked.
Spot gave me one of his looks and continued.
"So, we heard enough to know they got you drunk and playing poker. Then they took you to your uncle, only then he wouldn't pay what you owed. Then they dumped you on the side of the road."
I know what's coming. I think it's great. Call me evil, but sometimes revenge is sweet. Especially when you don't have to get your hands dirty.
"I went up to them and asked them where you were. They didn't like that, so the tall one, Joe was it, took a swing at me while Mahoney tried to creep up behind me. After that, of course me and the boys had to defend ourselves. . ."
I laughed. Spot may seem like a jerk sometimes, but he's a great guy to have at your back.
"And then you picked their pockets?" I asked waving the money at him.
"I'm sure they would have done the same to me, given the chance."
I counted the money. Wait a minute.
"Spot?"
"Yeah?"
"There's only four dollars." Now I sound ungrateful. I should work on knowing when to keep my mouth shut.
"Well, I had to take my cut. After all, I could have been hurt."
Yeah right.
As I said before, he can be a jerk, but he's great.
"Well, I suppose that's fair. And Spot," I smiled. Ow. No more smiling. "Thanks."
"Jack should be over here soon. He wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I suppose I should get up then." But I really don't want to.
"I'll go meet him, you stay here."
I put my hand on the railing, getting ready to pull myself up.
I was standing there shakily when I heard Jack yell.
"RACE! DON'T DO IT!"
I turned and saw him running toward me. Then my foot slipped out from under me and I felt myself falling.
AN: Part seven is done! I'll be putting up the 8th chapter tomorrow. . . actually today as it's 12:30.
Shout out! (note the lack of the 's' that would make it plural if I had gotten more than one review. . .)
Sapphy: Thank you soooooooo much for reviewing! There's no such thing as too much fun by the way *wink*. Hehe, Joe and Mahoney got what they deserved. And Race got his money back. . . well, most of it. Again, thank you! Luvsies!
I still hurt.
And I'm still wet.
After venting my anger at Spot I stomped away. I managed to get to where I am now because I was angry, but now I'm kinda out of steam.
I wasn't mad at Spot. He was just a very handy target.
The person I'm really mad at is myself.
Why? Because I feel all depressed.
I hate being gloomy 'cause I always end up going in a downward spiral until I hate myself and the world. It's not fun, which is why I don't do it often.
And that's the real reason why I'm sitting here sulking. That and I hurt.
"Hey Race."
"Heya Spot." I really hope he doesn't realize that I'm moping.
"Mind if I sit down?"
Why is he asking me?
"Make yourself at home." Of course, he is at home. It being Brooklyn and all.
"I got something for ya."
I turn to look at him. Why would he be giving me anything? I mean, we're friends and all, but still.
Everything goes green all of a sudden, but once my eyes focus I realized he was shoving money in my face. I reach up and take it.
"I can't take this Spot."
I can't take his money. I mean, if I won it, that would be one thing, but I can't take it if he just gives it to me.
"Why not?"
I'm not quite sure how to answer, so I just look at him and hope he gets what I want to say.
"Well, it is your money after all." He understood. Smart kid.
Wait. Did he say it was my money?
"Where'd you get it?"
"Well, Jack said he was real worried about you an' all. Said to keep an eye out for you. When you didn't get back last night he sent out word that you might be in trouble." He looked over at me, examining my face. Then he turned away again and smiled. "And by the looks of things, I'd say he was right."
I said nothing. I was still waiting for an answer.
"I was out with some of the others looking for you. Heard you were in Brooklyn. And while we didn't find you, we did find two others." He paused and tilted his head toward me again. "Do the names Joe and Mahoney sound familiar?"
My head snapped toward him at the sound of those two. "What happened?"
"Well, we going down the street when we heard these two guys arguing. Then we heard your name mixed in with it, so we decided it was worth listening to. I didn't know you had an uncle."
"Yeah, well, I don't talk about him much." As in never, until Jack asked.
Spot gave me one of his looks and continued.
"So, we heard enough to know they got you drunk and playing poker. Then they took you to your uncle, only then he wouldn't pay what you owed. Then they dumped you on the side of the road."
I know what's coming. I think it's great. Call me evil, but sometimes revenge is sweet. Especially when you don't have to get your hands dirty.
"I went up to them and asked them where you were. They didn't like that, so the tall one, Joe was it, took a swing at me while Mahoney tried to creep up behind me. After that, of course me and the boys had to defend ourselves. . ."
I laughed. Spot may seem like a jerk sometimes, but he's a great guy to have at your back.
"And then you picked their pockets?" I asked waving the money at him.
"I'm sure they would have done the same to me, given the chance."
I counted the money. Wait a minute.
"Spot?"
"Yeah?"
"There's only four dollars." Now I sound ungrateful. I should work on knowing when to keep my mouth shut.
"Well, I had to take my cut. After all, I could have been hurt."
Yeah right.
As I said before, he can be a jerk, but he's great.
"Well, I suppose that's fair. And Spot," I smiled. Ow. No more smiling. "Thanks."
"Jack should be over here soon. He wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I suppose I should get up then." But I really don't want to.
"I'll go meet him, you stay here."
I put my hand on the railing, getting ready to pull myself up.
I was standing there shakily when I heard Jack yell.
"RACE! DON'T DO IT!"
I turned and saw him running toward me. Then my foot slipped out from under me and I felt myself falling.
AN: Part seven is done! I'll be putting up the 8th chapter tomorrow. . . actually today as it's 12:30.
Shout out! (note the lack of the 's' that would make it plural if I had gotten more than one review. . .)
Sapphy: Thank you soooooooo much for reviewing! There's no such thing as too much fun by the way *wink*. Hehe, Joe and Mahoney got what they deserved. And Race got his money back. . . well, most of it. Again, thank you! Luvsies!