Snooza- Yay, you're still reviewing. I'm so happy. He is not dead. Hope
everyone's happy .lol. Thanks for the review and thanks that you're still
reviewing *hugs*
Liberty's gypsy- Glad that you are happy and I'm glad that you are still reading. I bet everyone is happy that he's alive. If anyone isn't then they shall be banished and shunned by me. Lol. Sorry little random thoughts.I'm only a little crazy *psychotic laugh*
Anastas-Hey I never check the authors either, if it's a good book who cares. The name's Brittany just for future reference. I hate those stories that drop off and ill try never to do that in my writing. Oh by the way check out my new story (finding a daisy) and tell me what you think please. I love the points yay.sorry my other personality moment there.lol. Keep reading and reviewing please. I love ya. *hugs*
Aurora Conlon-Thanks for another review, I'm glad you didn't give up on me. It was kind of short I know but I figured the impact of Spot being alive would just explain itself I don't know.whatever. Yea I'll check out Brooklyn's Myst definitely, feel free to email or IM me anytime Amazonwitchqueen@aol.com (anyone can IM me at anytime, I love talking to you guys) oh and check out Finding a Daisy by myself and Raven46 please(Raven46 is co-writing this with me).
Sarah Kate-I owe you. Thanks for another great review *tear* I'm glad you're happy I brought him back, it just isn't the same without him I know. Your confusion should be cleared up in the next couple of chappies.
Fox-NEW REVIEWER. Yay, thank you so much for your review. I'm glad you like the story. Please keep reviewing I love to know what everyone thinks.
Chapter 19
Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, she had her first doubts. How would Spot react? Raven knew his pride. She had ran out on him. What was he going to think? Would he even understand? How did she feel about him now? Thoughts poured in her mind, Raven worried more with each step. Her feet began dragging as she dreaded what could happen.
Raven checked the streets as she walked by, he could be out selling papes. The streets seemed fairly empty and that was understandable. Rain was falling from the sky in thick torrents. Sheet after sheet raining down on the streets and buildings. By now she was soaked through but she couldn't really feel it. Her body was numb, but her mind was racing.
All too soon, yet at the same time way too slowly, she reached the docks. The crates of Spot's throne stood empty. No life was around. Cold and numb, she walked around, searching furtively for the Brooklyn Lodging House. The buildings all took on the same gray shade in the rain and she had a hard time distinguishing anything. Raven gave up hope. Ready to stop and just leave she leaned against the side of a building to rest and then go back to Manhattan.
A light played on the top of the building. There above the door were the words Brooklyn Newsboy Lodging House. Barely breathing, Raven opened the door to the building and stepped inside. She entered a room and all talking stopped. Every newsie's eyes traveled over her. Raven thought of what she must look like. Her signature black hat had fallen off and she had stuck it in her pocket and her hair was plastered against her face. Her light blue shirt clung to her body, showing everyone that she was clearly a girl. The dark blue jeans, torn and ratty, clung to her legs showing off her well built calf muscles.
Raven didn't even feel the slightest bit of self-consciousness. She looked around for a familiar face and Slip came up and whispered in her ear. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to come and explain Slip." Raven tried keeping her voice because all the newsies were quiet, trying to listen in.
"He's not going to be happy. He's shut up in his room." Slip almost mentioned how Spot had nearly strangled him but decided against it. 'Why worry her? Let her have the confidence. Going into that lion's den she'd need it.' he thought grimly.
"I have to talk to him, to see him again." Raven's eyes pleaded with Slip. Knowing he shouldn't, but still feeling that he should he nodded and motioned for her to follow him.
"Go on wit da game guys. I'll be back down in a minute." Slip went through a door on the left wall and lead Raven down a hallway. She could feel the boy's eyes following her as she left. Slip lead her to a room on the right side of the hall and quietly opened the door. Slip pushed her inside and quickly shut the door.
"Why do you still have to come in here Slip? I told ya ta go away. I don't want at see any body right now." He yelled and threw a heavy glass paperweight at her head. Spot did all this without even turning around.
Raven ducked and the paperweight just missed smashing her head. It shattered and several pieces of glass flew up and cut her face in half a dozen tiny places. Spot didn't even flinch or turn around.
"Why aren't ya gone yet?" he raged. "I don't want ta talk. Get out of here now."
"What if I don't feel like leaving?" Raven asked.
"YOU" he spat the word out in disgust. Raven's heart felt like it was crumbling but she appeared to be in total control. "Why are ya here? Ya made it poifectly clear dat ya want nothing ta do wit me." Raven didn't answer just looked at him waiting for him to turn around. "What do ya fuckin want? Haven't ya done enough?"
"What I've done! I've done nothing to you." Spot turned around at this and his glare seemed to pin her. "You were the one always afta me. You were always there, doing something ta get ta me. Never a moment's peace. Not to mention da fact dat ya got me inta dat mess wit da Queens boys."
"And you were so bad off." He pulled off his shirt and pointed to a tiny scar a little to the left of his heart, Raven couldn't help noticing how nice he looked with it off. "Dey stabbed me wit a fucking knife, youse just got soaked. Not that you cared that I got stabbed. Ya didn't even find out how I was. Ya just left, not to mention that last little comment ya ever said ta me."
"How do ya know I didn't care?"
"Jack said ya left because of me."
"Jack messed things up. He lied to me damnit. He lied to you." Spot grabbed her and threw her against a wall hard enough for Raven to hear something snap. Fire exploded in her rib area and she was pretty sure Spot had just cracked one of her ribs.
"Everything is about Jack isn't it. Ya like him don't ya. Why don't ya jus go an get married ta him?" Spot held her against the walls using his hands to pin her wrists and her leaned against her to keep her in the same spot. "An how dare ya say dat my bes friend lied ta me. What would ya know of dat?"
"No, its not about Jack." Raven managed to say "if you'd get ova youseself ya'd realize dat. It's neva been about him and everyone but you knew it. But of course da almighty Spot Conlon couldn't see dat. He don't care bout us little people." Raven would of kept going but Spot leaned in and hit the side where her rib was cracked. Each breath felt like fire was being poured inside of her.
"ME. Get ova myself. Look at ya, ya think that jus because youse a goil dat I'se gotta treat ya better. Look at ya youse been crying." Raven's eyes were still red from when she was arguing with Jack. She may not ever cry but when she did it showed for a while. "Ya probably were crying ova Jacky-boy."
"I wasn't. An if ya knew anythin den ya'd know dat I was crying over you."
"Soah ya wer." Spot paused as the words sank in. "What did ya jus say?"
"Get ova ya pride Conlon. Ya heard what I said. I CRIED FER YA." Raven mentally refused to cry again for this bastard. Her lungs also hurt again from yelling so loud.
"Why?" Spot had stopped yelling and his voice had reached an eerie calm.
Raven shook her head and shivered. The cold was really starting to get to her and she was barely able to breathe.
"Why?" Spot repeated determined on getting an answer.
"Because I thought that you were dead." Raven rasped out, the pain in her lungs increasing.
Spot interrupted. "Why would ya care?"
"If ya would jus let me fucking finish, ya never have but please do because I can't argue much longer because ya broke my damn rib." Raven glared at him daring him to interrupt. "I thought that ya were dead,. and I neva got ta tell ya dat I loved ya." Her voice cracked on the last three words. Raven's eyes filled with tears and she couldn't help it and the tears flowed over.
Spot stepped back shocked and let her go. Raven slid down the wall and laid in a heap on the ground. Her legs wouldn't support her. He stepped over to the window and looked out.
"How cin I believe dat?" he asked softly.
"If ya don't den dats youse problem and den I better go." Raven tried standing up but fell back down because she was shaking so hard.
Spot remained oblivious, even though Raven knew he saw her. Mentally she kicked herself for ever liking him. 'How can I love someone who is so heartless?' she asked herself. Then Jack's words came floating back to her. "What if he keeps teasin ya and makin ya mad because he doesn't know how else ta talk to ya." 'How can he not know how to talk to someone?' she asked herself, while huddled on the floor. 'How can he not see that I like him and that he just hurt me? Jack has to be wrong.' Raven didn't know how long she sat there, curled into a ball and arguing with herself.
Spot watched her from the corner of his eye. He couldn't forgive himself any more. He hadn't wanted Raven to say that Jack had lied but how could he hurt her like that. He had never struck a girl before unless she had beat on him but that had yet to happen. Raven had been unprepared and vulnerable. Spot couldn't even understand why he cared so much.
She had sat there for several minutes just crumbled in on herself. He was responsible for this change. Raven was a fiery, outspoken, proud newsie with her horrible temper that never seemed to be afraid of him but now she was changed. She had stayed there, caught in his arms, not even trying to fight or break away. The trust in her eyes had rattled him deeply. It was if she never thought he would hurt her, and he had yet she still trusted him.
Raven had said she hated him and she sat there, tears dripping slowly, one at a time, down her face. She was desperately trying to keep a hold of the pride that Spot had stripped her of her power of. Her shoulders shook with each deep breath that she took and her whole body shook from the cold. The clothes she wore dripped onto the wood floor at a steady rate.
Spot willed himself to go over to her. Almost as if in a trance his body complied and he walked over to where Raven laid. Gently, afraid that she would resist, her pulled her into his arms and hugged her close. She was reluctant at first and held back, stiff and withdrawn. He didn't move just sat on the floor next to her and pulled her closer. Raven snuggled in to feel Spot's body heat.
He held her for a long time. Neither of them knew how long they had been there. Raven had fallen asleep. Spot carefully laid her on the bed. He reached into his drawers and pulled out a one of his plaid shirts and a pair of pants. Carefully so as not to wake her, her pulled her light blue shirt off. He tore his eyes away from her tight white tank top which exposed one of her more private areas and gently slipped his plaid shirt on her.
Spot mentally slapped himself and tried to calm his racing mind. 'She's been through a lot god damn it and she's fucking sleeping.' he screamed at himself. He paused for a second, gathered his bearings, and removed her jeans. Cautiously, afraid of jostling her he pulled up his brown pants on her. They were a little big but he thought she looked great in them. Snapping out of his reverie, he went and got a wet rag and wiped the blood off her face. He couldn't help but think that this was his fault too. That he shouldn't have thrown that vase and then this never would have happened. Jerking himself out of his daze, he pulled the covers over her and let himself out of the room.
Slip tried coming up behind him to surprise him but just as he opened his mouth to scare him Spot spoke. "Nothing happened Slip, she's jus tired an goin ta stay in dere awhiles. Leave her alone. Any of da boys get any ideas dey goin to be soaked an kicked outta da lodgin house. Watch her but don't go in dere. I gots ta go sell some papes." 'More like clear my mind' he thought ruefully and after giving Slip the glare he was known for Spot left the lodging house.
As he passed the boys several of them started whistling and making cat calls. One look from Spot as he walked by stopped all but one of them. "Did ya not understand?" Spot grabbed the boy and pulled him up into his face by his shirt. "I wants ya all ta shuddup? Ya understand?" Spot couldn't bring himself to say that nothing had happened. The boys might lose respect for him. Besides he knew that it hadn't been far from his mind when he exposed her delicate flesh. Shaken for thinking that, Spot gave the boy one last glare and threw him down. No one spoke as he left the lodging house.
A/N: Now this was a long chappy, I hope you guys are happy. I love writing arguing scenes. You can make the people say whatever you want. Keep reading and reviewing please do me a little favor since I brought Spot back *pouts then looks hopeful* puwease...
Liberty's gypsy- Glad that you are happy and I'm glad that you are still reading. I bet everyone is happy that he's alive. If anyone isn't then they shall be banished and shunned by me. Lol. Sorry little random thoughts.I'm only a little crazy *psychotic laugh*
Anastas-Hey I never check the authors either, if it's a good book who cares. The name's Brittany just for future reference. I hate those stories that drop off and ill try never to do that in my writing. Oh by the way check out my new story (finding a daisy) and tell me what you think please. I love the points yay.sorry my other personality moment there.lol. Keep reading and reviewing please. I love ya. *hugs*
Aurora Conlon-Thanks for another review, I'm glad you didn't give up on me. It was kind of short I know but I figured the impact of Spot being alive would just explain itself I don't know.whatever. Yea I'll check out Brooklyn's Myst definitely, feel free to email or IM me anytime Amazonwitchqueen@aol.com (anyone can IM me at anytime, I love talking to you guys) oh and check out Finding a Daisy by myself and Raven46 please(Raven46 is co-writing this with me).
Sarah Kate-I owe you. Thanks for another great review *tear* I'm glad you're happy I brought him back, it just isn't the same without him I know. Your confusion should be cleared up in the next couple of chappies.
Fox-NEW REVIEWER. Yay, thank you so much for your review. I'm glad you like the story. Please keep reviewing I love to know what everyone thinks.
Chapter 19
Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, she had her first doubts. How would Spot react? Raven knew his pride. She had ran out on him. What was he going to think? Would he even understand? How did she feel about him now? Thoughts poured in her mind, Raven worried more with each step. Her feet began dragging as she dreaded what could happen.
Raven checked the streets as she walked by, he could be out selling papes. The streets seemed fairly empty and that was understandable. Rain was falling from the sky in thick torrents. Sheet after sheet raining down on the streets and buildings. By now she was soaked through but she couldn't really feel it. Her body was numb, but her mind was racing.
All too soon, yet at the same time way too slowly, she reached the docks. The crates of Spot's throne stood empty. No life was around. Cold and numb, she walked around, searching furtively for the Brooklyn Lodging House. The buildings all took on the same gray shade in the rain and she had a hard time distinguishing anything. Raven gave up hope. Ready to stop and just leave she leaned against the side of a building to rest and then go back to Manhattan.
A light played on the top of the building. There above the door were the words Brooklyn Newsboy Lodging House. Barely breathing, Raven opened the door to the building and stepped inside. She entered a room and all talking stopped. Every newsie's eyes traveled over her. Raven thought of what she must look like. Her signature black hat had fallen off and she had stuck it in her pocket and her hair was plastered against her face. Her light blue shirt clung to her body, showing everyone that she was clearly a girl. The dark blue jeans, torn and ratty, clung to her legs showing off her well built calf muscles.
Raven didn't even feel the slightest bit of self-consciousness. She looked around for a familiar face and Slip came up and whispered in her ear. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to come and explain Slip." Raven tried keeping her voice because all the newsies were quiet, trying to listen in.
"He's not going to be happy. He's shut up in his room." Slip almost mentioned how Spot had nearly strangled him but decided against it. 'Why worry her? Let her have the confidence. Going into that lion's den she'd need it.' he thought grimly.
"I have to talk to him, to see him again." Raven's eyes pleaded with Slip. Knowing he shouldn't, but still feeling that he should he nodded and motioned for her to follow him.
"Go on wit da game guys. I'll be back down in a minute." Slip went through a door on the left wall and lead Raven down a hallway. She could feel the boy's eyes following her as she left. Slip lead her to a room on the right side of the hall and quietly opened the door. Slip pushed her inside and quickly shut the door.
"Why do you still have to come in here Slip? I told ya ta go away. I don't want at see any body right now." He yelled and threw a heavy glass paperweight at her head. Spot did all this without even turning around.
Raven ducked and the paperweight just missed smashing her head. It shattered and several pieces of glass flew up and cut her face in half a dozen tiny places. Spot didn't even flinch or turn around.
"Why aren't ya gone yet?" he raged. "I don't want ta talk. Get out of here now."
"What if I don't feel like leaving?" Raven asked.
"YOU" he spat the word out in disgust. Raven's heart felt like it was crumbling but she appeared to be in total control. "Why are ya here? Ya made it poifectly clear dat ya want nothing ta do wit me." Raven didn't answer just looked at him waiting for him to turn around. "What do ya fuckin want? Haven't ya done enough?"
"What I've done! I've done nothing to you." Spot turned around at this and his glare seemed to pin her. "You were the one always afta me. You were always there, doing something ta get ta me. Never a moment's peace. Not to mention da fact dat ya got me inta dat mess wit da Queens boys."
"And you were so bad off." He pulled off his shirt and pointed to a tiny scar a little to the left of his heart, Raven couldn't help noticing how nice he looked with it off. "Dey stabbed me wit a fucking knife, youse just got soaked. Not that you cared that I got stabbed. Ya didn't even find out how I was. Ya just left, not to mention that last little comment ya ever said ta me."
"How do ya know I didn't care?"
"Jack said ya left because of me."
"Jack messed things up. He lied to me damnit. He lied to you." Spot grabbed her and threw her against a wall hard enough for Raven to hear something snap. Fire exploded in her rib area and she was pretty sure Spot had just cracked one of her ribs.
"Everything is about Jack isn't it. Ya like him don't ya. Why don't ya jus go an get married ta him?" Spot held her against the walls using his hands to pin her wrists and her leaned against her to keep her in the same spot. "An how dare ya say dat my bes friend lied ta me. What would ya know of dat?"
"No, its not about Jack." Raven managed to say "if you'd get ova youseself ya'd realize dat. It's neva been about him and everyone but you knew it. But of course da almighty Spot Conlon couldn't see dat. He don't care bout us little people." Raven would of kept going but Spot leaned in and hit the side where her rib was cracked. Each breath felt like fire was being poured inside of her.
"ME. Get ova myself. Look at ya, ya think that jus because youse a goil dat I'se gotta treat ya better. Look at ya youse been crying." Raven's eyes were still red from when she was arguing with Jack. She may not ever cry but when she did it showed for a while. "Ya probably were crying ova Jacky-boy."
"I wasn't. An if ya knew anythin den ya'd know dat I was crying over you."
"Soah ya wer." Spot paused as the words sank in. "What did ya jus say?"
"Get ova ya pride Conlon. Ya heard what I said. I CRIED FER YA." Raven mentally refused to cry again for this bastard. Her lungs also hurt again from yelling so loud.
"Why?" Spot had stopped yelling and his voice had reached an eerie calm.
Raven shook her head and shivered. The cold was really starting to get to her and she was barely able to breathe.
"Why?" Spot repeated determined on getting an answer.
"Because I thought that you were dead." Raven rasped out, the pain in her lungs increasing.
Spot interrupted. "Why would ya care?"
"If ya would jus let me fucking finish, ya never have but please do because I can't argue much longer because ya broke my damn rib." Raven glared at him daring him to interrupt. "I thought that ya were dead,. and I neva got ta tell ya dat I loved ya." Her voice cracked on the last three words. Raven's eyes filled with tears and she couldn't help it and the tears flowed over.
Spot stepped back shocked and let her go. Raven slid down the wall and laid in a heap on the ground. Her legs wouldn't support her. He stepped over to the window and looked out.
"How cin I believe dat?" he asked softly.
"If ya don't den dats youse problem and den I better go." Raven tried standing up but fell back down because she was shaking so hard.
Spot remained oblivious, even though Raven knew he saw her. Mentally she kicked herself for ever liking him. 'How can I love someone who is so heartless?' she asked herself. Then Jack's words came floating back to her. "What if he keeps teasin ya and makin ya mad because he doesn't know how else ta talk to ya." 'How can he not know how to talk to someone?' she asked herself, while huddled on the floor. 'How can he not see that I like him and that he just hurt me? Jack has to be wrong.' Raven didn't know how long she sat there, curled into a ball and arguing with herself.
Spot watched her from the corner of his eye. He couldn't forgive himself any more. He hadn't wanted Raven to say that Jack had lied but how could he hurt her like that. He had never struck a girl before unless she had beat on him but that had yet to happen. Raven had been unprepared and vulnerable. Spot couldn't even understand why he cared so much.
She had sat there for several minutes just crumbled in on herself. He was responsible for this change. Raven was a fiery, outspoken, proud newsie with her horrible temper that never seemed to be afraid of him but now she was changed. She had stayed there, caught in his arms, not even trying to fight or break away. The trust in her eyes had rattled him deeply. It was if she never thought he would hurt her, and he had yet she still trusted him.
Raven had said she hated him and she sat there, tears dripping slowly, one at a time, down her face. She was desperately trying to keep a hold of the pride that Spot had stripped her of her power of. Her shoulders shook with each deep breath that she took and her whole body shook from the cold. The clothes she wore dripped onto the wood floor at a steady rate.
Spot willed himself to go over to her. Almost as if in a trance his body complied and he walked over to where Raven laid. Gently, afraid that she would resist, her pulled her into his arms and hugged her close. She was reluctant at first and held back, stiff and withdrawn. He didn't move just sat on the floor next to her and pulled her closer. Raven snuggled in to feel Spot's body heat.
He held her for a long time. Neither of them knew how long they had been there. Raven had fallen asleep. Spot carefully laid her on the bed. He reached into his drawers and pulled out a one of his plaid shirts and a pair of pants. Carefully so as not to wake her, her pulled her light blue shirt off. He tore his eyes away from her tight white tank top which exposed one of her more private areas and gently slipped his plaid shirt on her.
Spot mentally slapped himself and tried to calm his racing mind. 'She's been through a lot god damn it and she's fucking sleeping.' he screamed at himself. He paused for a second, gathered his bearings, and removed her jeans. Cautiously, afraid of jostling her he pulled up his brown pants on her. They were a little big but he thought she looked great in them. Snapping out of his reverie, he went and got a wet rag and wiped the blood off her face. He couldn't help but think that this was his fault too. That he shouldn't have thrown that vase and then this never would have happened. Jerking himself out of his daze, he pulled the covers over her and let himself out of the room.
Slip tried coming up behind him to surprise him but just as he opened his mouth to scare him Spot spoke. "Nothing happened Slip, she's jus tired an goin ta stay in dere awhiles. Leave her alone. Any of da boys get any ideas dey goin to be soaked an kicked outta da lodgin house. Watch her but don't go in dere. I gots ta go sell some papes." 'More like clear my mind' he thought ruefully and after giving Slip the glare he was known for Spot left the lodging house.
As he passed the boys several of them started whistling and making cat calls. One look from Spot as he walked by stopped all but one of them. "Did ya not understand?" Spot grabbed the boy and pulled him up into his face by his shirt. "I wants ya all ta shuddup? Ya understand?" Spot couldn't bring himself to say that nothing had happened. The boys might lose respect for him. Besides he knew that it hadn't been far from his mind when he exposed her delicate flesh. Shaken for thinking that, Spot gave the boy one last glare and threw him down. No one spoke as he left the lodging house.
A/N: Now this was a long chappy, I hope you guys are happy. I love writing arguing scenes. You can make the people say whatever you want. Keep reading and reviewing please do me a little favor since I brought Spot back *pouts then looks hopeful* puwease...