"Where the hell is it Spot? Where the hell is my journal!?" I screamed when
I found Spot downstairs.
"Calm down! It's right here." He pulled my journal from his pocket. I grabbed it from his hand and smacked him hard in the face. A red mark formed instantaneously.
"God damn, Lighentin. Dat hoit," Spot said rubbing his cheek.
"Well good, you deserved it," I screamed at him with rage boiling through.
"Why?"
I looked at him baffled. "Why? WHY!? YOU STOLE THIS!!" I yelled brandishing my journal right in his face. It was kind of had to stretch for my arm to get it that high, but I managed it. "You better not have read it, Spot."
"Well Ise did. Youse seem so depressed in da latta entries. Youse was so happy when ya foist got here. Ise really like dat poem, but it's so sad. Why's don't ya say anything," Spot said.
"I can't believe you! Why did you read it? WHY!?" I demanded.
"Ise knew ya woin't happy. Ise needed ta make sure. I knew ya wouldn't tell me yerself. Whyse do you keep it all inside? It ain't healthy to do dat," he said calmly taking a step closer to me and looking strait into my eyes. His blue eyes staring me down kept me in silence. "Ise care about ya, and I needs ta know when youse hoiting. I can tell, but youse neva say. It bodders me."
"Spot, forget it. I ain't telling you shit!" I was so upset with him for stealing my journal. No matter what his intentions, he had no right!
"Ise care about youse more den any of yer family eva did!" He screamed at me his already tall presence seeming to get bigger as his voice was growing with anger. I felt a tears beginning to form in my eyes. "Don't bring them into this, Spot," I said backing my voice down a little as I started to feel meek in his presence.
"No. I knows dat's why youse so sad, but ya got a family dat cares. Dey are right here. It's da newsies," he said grabbing my shoulders. "Don't ya see it?"
More tears started to come. I could feel them beginning to fall down my face. I guess the newsies could be considered family, but did they really care? If so, I must be blind because I can't see it. I just looked into Spot's magnificent blue eyes. I could see that he as desprate to get me to understand him, but it was so hard. "Yeah."
"Sose why do ya still care about what youse 'family' said about ya? Youse beautiful, tough, and a great poisen. Youse better den dey'll eva be. It's deir loss, and da newsies gane," he said shaking me a little and never breaking the eye contact. His eyes were so radiant; I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I could see the care that was hidden behind the desperation of trying to get me to inderstand him. It was so incredible. Still it was so hard for me to believe what he was saying, after all how can someone as wonderful as him care for someone as useless as me?
"Spot, I know you are trying hard to get me to understand, but I can't. I know what you are saying, but it's hard for me because I can't understand how someone can care for me when the people who gave me life can not," I said with complete sincerity in my voice and not breaking eye contact.
"Ise understand, but please try ta believes me dat I rally do care." He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, also, and pressed the side of my face into his chest. I could hear his heart beating. I finally had a feeling of security and love, something I have never felt before. I never wanted to let him go.
"Calm down! It's right here." He pulled my journal from his pocket. I grabbed it from his hand and smacked him hard in the face. A red mark formed instantaneously.
"God damn, Lighentin. Dat hoit," Spot said rubbing his cheek.
"Well good, you deserved it," I screamed at him with rage boiling through.
"Why?"
I looked at him baffled. "Why? WHY!? YOU STOLE THIS!!" I yelled brandishing my journal right in his face. It was kind of had to stretch for my arm to get it that high, but I managed it. "You better not have read it, Spot."
"Well Ise did. Youse seem so depressed in da latta entries. Youse was so happy when ya foist got here. Ise really like dat poem, but it's so sad. Why's don't ya say anything," Spot said.
"I can't believe you! Why did you read it? WHY!?" I demanded.
"Ise knew ya woin't happy. Ise needed ta make sure. I knew ya wouldn't tell me yerself. Whyse do you keep it all inside? It ain't healthy to do dat," he said calmly taking a step closer to me and looking strait into my eyes. His blue eyes staring me down kept me in silence. "Ise care about ya, and I needs ta know when youse hoiting. I can tell, but youse neva say. It bodders me."
"Spot, forget it. I ain't telling you shit!" I was so upset with him for stealing my journal. No matter what his intentions, he had no right!
"Ise care about youse more den any of yer family eva did!" He screamed at me his already tall presence seeming to get bigger as his voice was growing with anger. I felt a tears beginning to form in my eyes. "Don't bring them into this, Spot," I said backing my voice down a little as I started to feel meek in his presence.
"No. I knows dat's why youse so sad, but ya got a family dat cares. Dey are right here. It's da newsies," he said grabbing my shoulders. "Don't ya see it?"
More tears started to come. I could feel them beginning to fall down my face. I guess the newsies could be considered family, but did they really care? If so, I must be blind because I can't see it. I just looked into Spot's magnificent blue eyes. I could see that he as desprate to get me to understand him, but it was so hard. "Yeah."
"Sose why do ya still care about what youse 'family' said about ya? Youse beautiful, tough, and a great poisen. Youse better den dey'll eva be. It's deir loss, and da newsies gane," he said shaking me a little and never breaking the eye contact. His eyes were so radiant; I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I could see the care that was hidden behind the desperation of trying to get me to inderstand him. It was so incredible. Still it was so hard for me to believe what he was saying, after all how can someone as wonderful as him care for someone as useless as me?
"Spot, I know you are trying hard to get me to understand, but I can't. I know what you are saying, but it's hard for me because I can't understand how someone can care for me when the people who gave me life can not," I said with complete sincerity in my voice and not breaking eye contact.
"Ise understand, but please try ta believes me dat I rally do care." He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, also, and pressed the side of my face into his chest. I could hear his heart beating. I finally had a feeling of security and love, something I have never felt before. I never wanted to let him go.