This story from a mixture of depression, frustration, and a lot on loneliness, not to mention being in the mood for a little bit of fluff. Little sappy but sue me.

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Part 5

Niks POV age-15

He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tight as the tears streamed down my face. Why, why, why? Why did he have to be so mean? The hurt ached through my entire body. I wanted more than anything to hate him for gashing my heart like this. I couldn't bring myself to do it though. I loved him. Loved more than anything else in the world.

Spot lifted my chin and dried my tears with his strong hands. I didn't know why but I felt safe there. Safe from the terror in the back of my mind tearing me apart. My body trembled at the very thought of it. Spot wrapped me in an even tighter hug.

The tears came again. I was distraught, everything was so incomprehensible. He had hurt me. The scene played back though my mind over and over again. They flashed through every time asking myself if I could have done something different instead of just walking away. Walking away from a terror that plagued me now.

The tears came harder now. I pushed my sodden face into Spot's chest in search of more comfort than he was already giving me. I asked so much of him and he so willing to comply. He seemingly ready to walk to the ends of the earth for me. My Spot, the little dot in my life that kept me alive at times like these. I felt blind and deaf to him yet he so open to me.

My legs gave out from under me as the scene played through my mind one more time. The last time. My vision blurred. I felt the darkness called me. I complied letting it encompass me, I was too tired. Too tired to fight it. Too tired to rebel any more.

Spot felt me go limp in his arms and he picked my up cradling me as if I were the most important thing in his life. He carried me far till he reached the destination. He entered and silence was instantaneous. The world seemed to be watching to see what Conlon was to do next.

He placed me down on his own bunk then ordered in a whisper instructions before leaving. He did not return in the morning when I woke up. Flame sent out to find Spot when I awoke but with no prevail. I mourned his absence wishing for the comfort his had given me the night before.

By night fall the weight in my chest had shifted from sorrow of ache to a sorrow of deficiency. I pushed my way to the door where I ventured out into the Brooklyn night. There before me stood a beat up figure brushing the blood from his lip.

My vision focused and I ran forward into his arms. He grasped me with open arms and I opened my sense unto him so that he may feel what I was feeling. Opening my senses hit me hard. Had I loved him or had it been a mistake. Was it Spot that I had had the feeling for? Why had I not realized this? Why had I been so blinded with lust?

Suddenly I hated him with such a burning passion it was uncontrollable. He had kept me from realizing. He was about the foulest thing to me in the entire world. There could be nothing worse then him. Not even the devil himself.

Spot looked down on me with me eyes yelling his love for me. I couldn't control it and the tears came. I was safe though. He couldn't hurt me here. He couldn't touch me. Not while I was in Spot's arms. Spot brushed his lips against me sending a pleasant shiver down my back.

I didn't need to hate Skittery anymore. I was beyond him. Spot had given him what he deserved. Spot had stolen my heart. Skittery could not win it back now.

Alright I am not a Skittery hater, just needed a bad guy in the story.