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Author's Note: Again I say, I know it's been ages. I'm really sorry. I've been really busy, and just haven't had the time to write. I'm sorry! Hope you enjoy the update!
A Dream Come True Chapter Seven"So… um… Pup?" Spot started.
"Yeah?" She asked. She had been waiting for him to give some indication of what this walk was about. They had walked the last 15 minutes in silence, and it had been all Pup could do not to say something.
"I really don't know how to ask this…um… I don't want to upset you by asking." He said nervously.
"Spot, I'm not upset easily. I'm really not. So why don't you just spit it out?" She suggested.
"All right." He paused, "um… how bad was the beating when you helped me get Rascal out of the orphanage?" he asked softly.
Pup froze. Of all things she thought he would ask, that hadn't been one of the possibilities. She had of course realized that it had been Spot she had helped, but she hadn't realized that he would recognize her when she came back. She thought for a moment, trying to think of a safe response.
"It was bad… let's just leave it at that, shall we?" she said softly. She hadn't talked about that night with anyone, and she certainly wasn't planning on starting now.
Spot was both surprised and worried at her answer. That had not been the answer he was expecting. He had been hoping for a story recounting what had happened that night. Even a crying Pup saying how bad it was would've been better than the answer he got in Spot's opinion. He hadn't expected her to hide.
"You can trust me Pup." He said, not really sure if that was the right thing to say.
"I know Spot, but that night is something that I need to deal with on my own. A lot happened that I don't want to talk about, so if you will be as so kind as to drop it, I would appreciate it." She said, looking at the ground. She was speaking so softly that Spot was having to strain to hear her, and that was not something that happened often.
"You have to talk about it. It's not good for you to lock it all inside like that." He said gently.
"Okay Spot." She said, not really believing what he was saying. "Is that all you want to talk to me about? Because if so, I need to find Ga…Race." She said.
"Yeah." He said dejectedly. He hated the fact that he was jealous of Racetrack, but he couldn't help it. He like Pup, and hated the relationship that Pup and Race had.
Pup on the other hand was not aware of any of these feelings as she made her way to Sheepshead. She had known Race long enough to know that's where he would be.
"Excuse me sir." She said to one of the bookies, once she got to the races.
"Sorry, no girls are allowed to bet." He said sharply. Pup smile, knowing what his reaction was going to be when she said what she was about to say.
"You never cared before." She said. She pulled out her hate and put it on her head. The bookie gasped.
"Pup!?" He said incredulously.
"Yup! That's me!" She said laughing.
"Why I oughta… You little…" He was so shocked that he couldn't complete a sentence, just short phrases.
"Anyway, I'm not here to bet today anyway. I'm looking for Racetrack Higgins." She said.
"You found him." She heard from behind her. She jumped in surprise.
"Track, you know it's not nice to sneak up behind people." She scolded, pointing her finger at his chest.
"Yeah, I know, so you've told me before." He said grinning.
"Ha, ha, very funny." She said.
"I know I am." He answered. They both began laughing. This had been an argument they had had many times before.
"Look, Track…" She started, but Race interrupted her.
"I knew I never should've told you that. For the last time, my name is Racetrack, or Race, not Track." He said 'sternly', yet Pup knew he wasn't really serious. One way she knew this could have something do with the smile that was on his face.
"Track, please, I really need to tell you something!" She pleaded. She was close to tears. She had no idea how he was going to take this, and it scared her to death. Race looked close at Pup and saw that she was close to breaking down. This worried him, as he had never seen her this upset before.
"Pup, what is it? What's wrong?" He asked gently. The gentleness in his voice sent Pup over the edge. The tears began to fall, and for several minutes, they didn't stop. "Did something happen with Spot?" At the shake of her head, he listed another possibility, "is one of the guys hurt?" She shook her head again, and managed to get herself under control.
"I'm sorry." She said softly.
"That's all right. I just wish you'd tell me what's wrong." He said.
"I just don't know what you're going to say when I tell ya this, and…" She trailed off, trying to of how she wanted to word this. However she didn't have the chance to finish her thought when Trouble walked up.
"Heya Race, heya Pup. Ya know, we should probably get back. Poker night in Brooklyn tonight ya know."
"All right Trouble, we're coming." Pup told him. She looked at Race, her expression unreadable. They headed back to the Lodging House slowly.
Race was irritated. *Why is it that I can never get that girl to tell me what's wrong? We always seem to get interrupted. But I am determined to get it out of her. Tonight,* he thought, *Tonight I get her to tell me what's going on. I mean, what could be so bad that she doesn't know how I'll react?*
The irritation Race was feeling was extremely similar to Pup's feelings. She was tired of always getting interrupted. As if it wasn't hard enough having to tell him as it was. Then on top of having to keep waiting or getting interrupted, it was wearing her down. She was beginning to think she wasn't meant to tell him, and he wasn't meant to know.
*I know it's short, I'm really sorry! But I thought it was a good spot to stop, and this way you could go ahead and read it!