I walked down the dark streets to Brooklyn. When halfway across the bridge
I saw a couple of guys eyeing me. I knew they would gladly rape and/or
kill me without a second thought, so I began to walk fast. Much to my
dismay they followed. As soon as I got off the bridge I looked for a bar.
Surely they wouldn't try anything with people around. I found a somewhat
popular bar and entered, thankfully the guys following me didn't follow.
"Heya Miss. What can I get ya." I looked out the window to see the guys waiting for me outside. I figured I would have to stay for a while so I ordered a Coke with Rum. With my cup in hand I heard a familiar voice. I came from a girl sitting on some guy's lap a few tables away.
"Truth," I mumbled. Then I realized that she wasn't allowed in Brooklyn anymore, so I walked over to the table, "Hiya Truth, 'member me?"
Truth looked at me horrified, "...Hi Chrys."
I smile and extremely fake smile, "Only friends call me Chrys, dirty whores call me Crystal."
"What do you want, Chrys."
Her question went unheard, "Hi I'm Crystal, is Truth your goil?"
The teen whose lap was occupied by Truth looked skeptically at me. "Yes, I'm his goil," Truth stated, "What do you want?"
"Just making conversation, so what's your name?" I asked focused on the boy once more.
"Devon."
"Well Devon, you made a fine catch. She's a great goil isn't she."
Truth looked at me confused, the boy simple smile, "Yea, she is."
"Yea, her and my friend, Race, hooked up at a party about two months ago. He said she was a great kisser." Truth's eyes widened and the boy stood up making her fall of his lap.
"What's going on Truth?" he asked.
"Oh no!" I said, satire dripping off my words, "We're you and Truth together way back then? I can't believe it! I just ruined your trust in her! I practically ruined your relationship!" The last part I said to Truth, smiling evilly
The boy looked at me. "Don' worry about it. I knew dat whore was cheating on me. I just knew it," he turned to Truth, "Fuck you bitch." He kicked the chair and stormed out.
Truth stood up and glared at me, "What the fuck was that for?"
I looked at her innocently. "What for?"
She slapped me, "Why da fuck did ya tell him about Race?"
I continued my innocent act, "How was I supposed to know." Then I smirked at her, "It was a lucky guess."
She slapped me again but I continued to smirk. "You bettah watch out, you ain't supposed ta be in Brooklyn."
"What do you know," she sneered.
"I hoid what happened. You got the shit beat outta ya. Don' worry though, I got too much class to soak a little whore like yourself."
This time she went to punch me, but I knew that was coming so I dodged it. "Unless you start it," I added, then punching her in the stomach. She grabbed my hair and pulled, I kicked her in the shin and then punched her in the stomach again. She doubled over in pain. I grabbed her head with both hands and bashed it into my knee. She lied on the ground, curled in a ball. When she got up punched her in the face, she stumbled back but somewhat recovered. She lunged at me connecting her fist with my left eye. I continuously punched her in the face, her getting a shot in every so often. With the adrenaline rushing through me I couldn't feel a thing. She fell to the ground nearly unconscious so began kicking her. My foot connecting with whatever part of her body I could. Someone finally grabbed me and held me back from killing her. It was the bartender. He lifted me up and threw me outside the bar.
"Don't you ever come back here!" he screamed before going back inside.
I groaned lying on the ground. I looked around, thankfully the reason I had gone in there was now gone. I heard a thump and saw Truth land next to me. I stood up, not wanting her to see me in pain. I spit in her face and limped the rest of the way to Brooklyn. I could already feel my left eye starting to swell.
"What da hell happened ta ya?" Spot asked as I stumbled into the lodging house. All the newsies that were still awake were dead silent, waiting for an explanation. After telling my little rendezvous with Truth, Spot helped me up to the washroom to clean up my cuts. "So what made ya come down heah in da middle of da night? Race?"
"Well yea. He told me what happened and I don't know what to do about it. He said you knew... why didn't you tell me?"
"I was gonna tell you dat one night after the party at Irving Hall, but I decided that you needed to hear it from Race."
"Well what do you think I should do?"
"I think you should go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning. Is Julie still in Manhattan?" I nodded. "Den you can take her bunk."
"Alright," I said heading for my bunk, then turning back to Spot, "Thanks for being der for me Spot."
He smiled, "Anytime, sis." I laughed and went to my bunk. I was so tired I didn't even change out of my clothes, I just lied down, falling asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
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A/N: Next chapter we're gonna see what Spot thinks of this whole ordeal, and I might put what Chrys decides to do in there too. Sorry this chapter is kind of short, I had to give out the cake I forgot to give to you lovely reviewers last chapter. The next chapter should be a lot longer. Ohh! Here's the cake! ::Joe and Chrys carry out a cake with "YAY REVIEWERS" on it, Jack with the forks::
Julie: I'll get the plates!
Sarah: ::storms in:: That's MY line!
Julie: ::punches Sarah in the face:: Go away, no one likes you here!
Sarah: ::doesn't leave, but sits on the other side of the room, cursing under her breathe::
Joe: ::comes back with plates:: Okay! To all you reviews! Here's some cake!
::Chrys and Julie hand out cake, Julie walks over to Sarah and shoves a piece of cake in her face getting it everywhere::
Sarah: ::runs out of the room, shrieking:: My hair! My perfect hair!
Stop wasting cake!
Julie: Sorry...
No you're not.
Julie: ::grins:: I know
Spot: ::suddenly appearing outta nowhere:: Where's me cake, where's me cake?!
Joe: This isn't for you!
Spot: Oh yea? Yea?
Joe: Yea!
Spot:...
Joe: Alright, all you readers need to review! Right now! Yup, you see the button, push it! You know you want to! ::gives readers puppy dog eyes:: Plus, reviews make me happy! And don't you want me to be happy?
"Heya Miss. What can I get ya." I looked out the window to see the guys waiting for me outside. I figured I would have to stay for a while so I ordered a Coke with Rum. With my cup in hand I heard a familiar voice. I came from a girl sitting on some guy's lap a few tables away.
"Truth," I mumbled. Then I realized that she wasn't allowed in Brooklyn anymore, so I walked over to the table, "Hiya Truth, 'member me?"
Truth looked at me horrified, "...Hi Chrys."
I smile and extremely fake smile, "Only friends call me Chrys, dirty whores call me Crystal."
"What do you want, Chrys."
Her question went unheard, "Hi I'm Crystal, is Truth your goil?"
The teen whose lap was occupied by Truth looked skeptically at me. "Yes, I'm his goil," Truth stated, "What do you want?"
"Just making conversation, so what's your name?" I asked focused on the boy once more.
"Devon."
"Well Devon, you made a fine catch. She's a great goil isn't she."
Truth looked at me confused, the boy simple smile, "Yea, she is."
"Yea, her and my friend, Race, hooked up at a party about two months ago. He said she was a great kisser." Truth's eyes widened and the boy stood up making her fall of his lap.
"What's going on Truth?" he asked.
"Oh no!" I said, satire dripping off my words, "We're you and Truth together way back then? I can't believe it! I just ruined your trust in her! I practically ruined your relationship!" The last part I said to Truth, smiling evilly
The boy looked at me. "Don' worry about it. I knew dat whore was cheating on me. I just knew it," he turned to Truth, "Fuck you bitch." He kicked the chair and stormed out.
Truth stood up and glared at me, "What the fuck was that for?"
I looked at her innocently. "What for?"
She slapped me, "Why da fuck did ya tell him about Race?"
I continued my innocent act, "How was I supposed to know." Then I smirked at her, "It was a lucky guess."
She slapped me again but I continued to smirk. "You bettah watch out, you ain't supposed ta be in Brooklyn."
"What do you know," she sneered.
"I hoid what happened. You got the shit beat outta ya. Don' worry though, I got too much class to soak a little whore like yourself."
This time she went to punch me, but I knew that was coming so I dodged it. "Unless you start it," I added, then punching her in the stomach. She grabbed my hair and pulled, I kicked her in the shin and then punched her in the stomach again. She doubled over in pain. I grabbed her head with both hands and bashed it into my knee. She lied on the ground, curled in a ball. When she got up punched her in the face, she stumbled back but somewhat recovered. She lunged at me connecting her fist with my left eye. I continuously punched her in the face, her getting a shot in every so often. With the adrenaline rushing through me I couldn't feel a thing. She fell to the ground nearly unconscious so began kicking her. My foot connecting with whatever part of her body I could. Someone finally grabbed me and held me back from killing her. It was the bartender. He lifted me up and threw me outside the bar.
"Don't you ever come back here!" he screamed before going back inside.
I groaned lying on the ground. I looked around, thankfully the reason I had gone in there was now gone. I heard a thump and saw Truth land next to me. I stood up, not wanting her to see me in pain. I spit in her face and limped the rest of the way to Brooklyn. I could already feel my left eye starting to swell.
"What da hell happened ta ya?" Spot asked as I stumbled into the lodging house. All the newsies that were still awake were dead silent, waiting for an explanation. After telling my little rendezvous with Truth, Spot helped me up to the washroom to clean up my cuts. "So what made ya come down heah in da middle of da night? Race?"
"Well yea. He told me what happened and I don't know what to do about it. He said you knew... why didn't you tell me?"
"I was gonna tell you dat one night after the party at Irving Hall, but I decided that you needed to hear it from Race."
"Well what do you think I should do?"
"I think you should go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning. Is Julie still in Manhattan?" I nodded. "Den you can take her bunk."
"Alright," I said heading for my bunk, then turning back to Spot, "Thanks for being der for me Spot."
He smiled, "Anytime, sis." I laughed and went to my bunk. I was so tired I didn't even change out of my clothes, I just lied down, falling asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
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A/N: Next chapter we're gonna see what Spot thinks of this whole ordeal, and I might put what Chrys decides to do in there too. Sorry this chapter is kind of short, I had to give out the cake I forgot to give to you lovely reviewers last chapter. The next chapter should be a lot longer. Ohh! Here's the cake! ::Joe and Chrys carry out a cake with "YAY REVIEWERS" on it, Jack with the forks::
Julie: I'll get the plates!
Sarah: ::storms in:: That's MY line!
Julie: ::punches Sarah in the face:: Go away, no one likes you here!
Sarah: ::doesn't leave, but sits on the other side of the room, cursing under her breathe::
Joe: ::comes back with plates:: Okay! To all you reviews! Here's some cake!
::Chrys and Julie hand out cake, Julie walks over to Sarah and shoves a piece of cake in her face getting it everywhere::
Sarah: ::runs out of the room, shrieking:: My hair! My perfect hair!
Stop wasting cake!
Julie: Sorry...
No you're not.
Julie: ::grins:: I know
Spot: ::suddenly appearing outta nowhere:: Where's me cake, where's me cake?!
Joe: This isn't for you!
Spot: Oh yea? Yea?
Joe: Yea!
Spot:...
Joe: Alright, all you readers need to review! Right now! Yup, you see the button, push it! You know you want to! ::gives readers puppy dog eyes:: Plus, reviews make me happy! And don't you want me to be happy?