Sweetz's POV
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I laid on the couch wondering what I would have to do. Just then my father came back in.
"I've got an errand fer you." I stood up.
"Okay. What's dat?"
"Morris here," He motioned to where Morris was standing. "will take you to the Lodging House to collect your belongings. Any foolishness and I will have you killed." I nodded and he left. Morris walked over to me.
"Ready?" I nodded. He grabbed my elbow gently and he escorted me out of the house. When we were our of my fathers view, he let go of me.
"Why me Morris? Why?" I asked him. He looked at me.
"Yer his daughter, his family's gone and he doesn't have dat power anymore."
"Not dat. Why me Morris? Why youse?"
"Sweetz, I'm sorry fer da bridge thing. Oscar shouldn't have done dat."
"Dat didn't answer me question."
"Look Sweetz, Ise like ya. Ise really do, and as soon as I get a chance, I'll get ya out of dat house."
"Whyse can't we go now?"
"Cause yer father has bulls all ova da place." I looked around and saw some policemen watching out every step.
"Well how are wese gonna get away?"
"Well its gonna be hard. But me and da newsies are planning something. I'll get youse away, Ise promise."
Spots POV
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/I had to get the one girl that cares for me back. She means the world to me./
I looked down the street and saw a familiar face. It was Sweetz. She was also with Morris.
"Must be on a date." I mumbled. How could she make everyone worry when she's out on a date. How selfish could she be? She probably wanted attention. A person like that doesn't deserve anything. Not even love. How could I have gone out with her? She went from a Brooklyn leader to the worst of rats. Does she have no respect for herself? A person with no respect for themselves then they shall get no respect from me.
"Whore." I quickly ran off in the direction to Merp's house. I finally got there. I stopped in front of her house and caught my breath.
/What if she doesn't want me back? What if she doesn't like me? What if she spits in my face? Although, I have to admit, I do deserve a good slap. Why did I break up with her? Oh yea, to get Sweetz back. But now that I think about it, Sweetz is a fat whore that doesn't deserve anything. Although I'm quite happy that she ended up with a rat like Morris. They deserve each other. A lowlife rat and a worthless whore. A perfect couple. Wait, why am I thinking about this? Shouldn't I be thinking of Merp? Do I still like Sweetz? I think I do. Even if she's a worthless whore. She could be my worthless whore./
"Spot?" I looked up to the door and saw Merp standing in a nightgown. "What are youse doing here?"
"Trying ta figure tings out." Merp slowly walked down her stairs and stood face to face with me.
"Spot." She said as she grabbed my hands and intertwined hers with mine. "If youse came here ta get me back, its not gonna woik."
"What?" I practically choked out.
"Ise love ya as a friend but dats it. Ise don't feel da connection." She put one of her warm hands on my cheek. "And wese both know who youse belong wit." We smiled at each other and then finally let go of her. I ran to where I saw Morris and Sweetz but they were no where to be found.
"Maybe da Lodging House." I suggest hopefully to myself. I ran as fast as I could. When I arrived at the Lodging House I slammed the door open, running up the stairs and into the bunkroom.
"Spot? Youse okay?" I looked around the room looking for her.
"Ise she here?"
"Who?" I looked over to Skittery. I grabbed him by his shoulders. Mainly to get his attention, but also to rest because I was exhausted.
"Sweetz. Is she here?"
"She was." Race's voice came from the washroom. I let go of Skittery and walked over to Race who was sitting on a chair staring off into space.
"Where is she?" I asked sternly.
"She came back wit Morris. He had a knife to her side. She took her stuff and left."
"Whyse would he have a knife ta her side if dey were on a date?"
"A date?" Race's voice grew louder. "A date!?!?!?" He stood up. "Morris is gonna kill her and youse tink it's a date?!?!?" He started to advance towards me and I started to back up. In other situations I wouldn't have let him do this but I saw the utterly sadness and anger in his eyes. I have never seen Race this way before. "And once wese find her body, youse gonna pay."
"Pay fer what? What did Ise do?"
"Youse came into her life, dats what youse did! If youse hadn't asked her ta be your goil, none of dis would've happened. He became really pale and he walked into the bunkroom collapsing on his bed.
A couple of weeks later I was caught again sitting on Sweetz's old bunk staring off into space. I was pulled out of my world and brought back into reality when someone put their hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Bambies face.
"Bambie? What are youse doing here?"
"Well Ise haven't seen youse in awhile. So Ise decided to skip school, take a train, and come ta visit." She smiled at me.
"Does Davey boy know?"
"Heck no. Me skipping school dat he got me into won't do anytin good. And plus Ise got dis fer youse." She handed me a piece of paper.
"Ise got dis letter from Morris. Ise tink it'll do youse some good ta read it." I looked down at the paper.
"Tanks." I quickly opened it as I felt Bambie leave my presence.
Dear Bambie
I want to tell you that Samantha is fine. She is at her fathers and he's doing a good job at making her stay horrible. He has recruited me to be her escort for errands in town. I promise you that she will not get hurt, well not by me. As soon as we get a good chance, we will escape. The problem is, is that her father has also recruited the bulls. We need a plan. Samantha isn't going to make it. She's crying every night because she's not by her friends and because she's wanting Spots protection. Please pass this onto Spot, that Samatha still cares.
Well I have to go,
Write back to
555 Fifty Five Avenue
This is where Samantha and I will be staying, along with her father
Morris
I looked at the letter in astonishment. The words 'Samantha isn't going to make it' kept replaying in my mind. What did he mean by that? Sweetz has to make it, because I've had way too many times where I could've lost her. She has risked her life for her stupidity. Like the time at Irving Hall and her dad was about to kill her, or the time where Rocket's dad beat her up, or when she was starving herself, or even the time when she was hanging off the Brooklyn Bridge. She has been through so much in the past two years that I feel sympathy for her. I wasn't there like I should have been and when sheeds me the most , I drop her like a pigeon on a statue. (get it? If you don't here's the quote 'Somedays you're the pigeon, and others you're the statue)
I guess I have given up. I gave up so I knew that I was in power. I didn't even think about her. How could I have done this?
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I laid on the couch wondering what I would have to do. Just then my father came back in.
"I've got an errand fer you." I stood up.
"Okay. What's dat?"
"Morris here," He motioned to where Morris was standing. "will take you to the Lodging House to collect your belongings. Any foolishness and I will have you killed." I nodded and he left. Morris walked over to me.
"Ready?" I nodded. He grabbed my elbow gently and he escorted me out of the house. When we were our of my fathers view, he let go of me.
"Why me Morris? Why?" I asked him. He looked at me.
"Yer his daughter, his family's gone and he doesn't have dat power anymore."
"Not dat. Why me Morris? Why youse?"
"Sweetz, I'm sorry fer da bridge thing. Oscar shouldn't have done dat."
"Dat didn't answer me question."
"Look Sweetz, Ise like ya. Ise really do, and as soon as I get a chance, I'll get ya out of dat house."
"Whyse can't we go now?"
"Cause yer father has bulls all ova da place." I looked around and saw some policemen watching out every step.
"Well how are wese gonna get away?"
"Well its gonna be hard. But me and da newsies are planning something. I'll get youse away, Ise promise."
Spots POV
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/I had to get the one girl that cares for me back. She means the world to me./
I looked down the street and saw a familiar face. It was Sweetz. She was also with Morris.
"Must be on a date." I mumbled. How could she make everyone worry when she's out on a date. How selfish could she be? She probably wanted attention. A person like that doesn't deserve anything. Not even love. How could I have gone out with her? She went from a Brooklyn leader to the worst of rats. Does she have no respect for herself? A person with no respect for themselves then they shall get no respect from me.
"Whore." I quickly ran off in the direction to Merp's house. I finally got there. I stopped in front of her house and caught my breath.
/What if she doesn't want me back? What if she doesn't like me? What if she spits in my face? Although, I have to admit, I do deserve a good slap. Why did I break up with her? Oh yea, to get Sweetz back. But now that I think about it, Sweetz is a fat whore that doesn't deserve anything. Although I'm quite happy that she ended up with a rat like Morris. They deserve each other. A lowlife rat and a worthless whore. A perfect couple. Wait, why am I thinking about this? Shouldn't I be thinking of Merp? Do I still like Sweetz? I think I do. Even if she's a worthless whore. She could be my worthless whore./
"Spot?" I looked up to the door and saw Merp standing in a nightgown. "What are youse doing here?"
"Trying ta figure tings out." Merp slowly walked down her stairs and stood face to face with me.
"Spot." She said as she grabbed my hands and intertwined hers with mine. "If youse came here ta get me back, its not gonna woik."
"What?" I practically choked out.
"Ise love ya as a friend but dats it. Ise don't feel da connection." She put one of her warm hands on my cheek. "And wese both know who youse belong wit." We smiled at each other and then finally let go of her. I ran to where I saw Morris and Sweetz but they were no where to be found.
"Maybe da Lodging House." I suggest hopefully to myself. I ran as fast as I could. When I arrived at the Lodging House I slammed the door open, running up the stairs and into the bunkroom.
"Spot? Youse okay?" I looked around the room looking for her.
"Ise she here?"
"Who?" I looked over to Skittery. I grabbed him by his shoulders. Mainly to get his attention, but also to rest because I was exhausted.
"Sweetz. Is she here?"
"She was." Race's voice came from the washroom. I let go of Skittery and walked over to Race who was sitting on a chair staring off into space.
"Where is she?" I asked sternly.
"She came back wit Morris. He had a knife to her side. She took her stuff and left."
"Whyse would he have a knife ta her side if dey were on a date?"
"A date?" Race's voice grew louder. "A date!?!?!?" He stood up. "Morris is gonna kill her and youse tink it's a date?!?!?" He started to advance towards me and I started to back up. In other situations I wouldn't have let him do this but I saw the utterly sadness and anger in his eyes. I have never seen Race this way before. "And once wese find her body, youse gonna pay."
"Pay fer what? What did Ise do?"
"Youse came into her life, dats what youse did! If youse hadn't asked her ta be your goil, none of dis would've happened. He became really pale and he walked into the bunkroom collapsing on his bed.
A couple of weeks later I was caught again sitting on Sweetz's old bunk staring off into space. I was pulled out of my world and brought back into reality when someone put their hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Bambies face.
"Bambie? What are youse doing here?"
"Well Ise haven't seen youse in awhile. So Ise decided to skip school, take a train, and come ta visit." She smiled at me.
"Does Davey boy know?"
"Heck no. Me skipping school dat he got me into won't do anytin good. And plus Ise got dis fer youse." She handed me a piece of paper.
"Ise got dis letter from Morris. Ise tink it'll do youse some good ta read it." I looked down at the paper.
"Tanks." I quickly opened it as I felt Bambie leave my presence.
Dear Bambie
I want to tell you that Samantha is fine. She is at her fathers and he's doing a good job at making her stay horrible. He has recruited me to be her escort for errands in town. I promise you that she will not get hurt, well not by me. As soon as we get a good chance, we will escape. The problem is, is that her father has also recruited the bulls. We need a plan. Samantha isn't going to make it. She's crying every night because she's not by her friends and because she's wanting Spots protection. Please pass this onto Spot, that Samatha still cares.
Well I have to go,
Write back to
555 Fifty Five Avenue
This is where Samantha and I will be staying, along with her father
Morris
I looked at the letter in astonishment. The words 'Samantha isn't going to make it' kept replaying in my mind. What did he mean by that? Sweetz has to make it, because I've had way too many times where I could've lost her. She has risked her life for her stupidity. Like the time at Irving Hall and her dad was about to kill her, or the time where Rocket's dad beat her up, or when she was starving herself, or even the time when she was hanging off the Brooklyn Bridge. She has been through so much in the past two years that I feel sympathy for her. I wasn't there like I should have been and when sheeds me the most , I drop her like a pigeon on a statue. (get it? If you don't here's the quote 'Somedays you're the pigeon, and others you're the statue)
I guess I have given up. I gave up so I knew that I was in power. I didn't even think about her. How could I have done this?
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Now review time
3 always
SaMi