Disclaimer-You do get the drift don't you? I don't own the movie!
A/n-Thanks all you reviewers! Umm that's about all. Oh and I changed my
summary a little bit.
Sara pulled her arms out of Shots' grasp and glared at him.
"How could you leave him like that?" She snapped. "You're supposed to be his friend!"
"I am his friend and I saw da look on his face! You don't understand him yet, Sara! He don't have a will ta live anymore. Not after what happened ta Mellie."
"Oh I forgot about dat. Dat was bad. He wouldn't talk ta no one for weeks. Not even Race!" Chach added.
"Well, I'm new so fill me in! Who the hell is Mellie?"
"She was Spot's goilfriend awhile back. A bull started chasin dem an Spot mouthed off to him. He took a nightstick ta Mellie's head. She died instantly and Spot couldn't do anything ta help her, It happened to fast," Shots explained.
Sara looked at her feet. She felt tears sting her eyes. She understood now. 'Why didn't I tell him?' she asked herself. 'Why?'
Flashback (Sara)
She watched her father come into the house covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. He ran upstairs and changed then came back down and poured a shot of vodka. She ducked under the table, not wanting to get caught.
"Don't think I can't see you brat!" He shouted and dragged out from under the table.
"Let go! Keith! Joshua!" She screamed for help but her brothers couldn't aid her now. They were just as scared as she was. The one who did come was Marie.
"Marie help me please! Don't!" She was stopped short by a punch in the mouth from Ben. Marie grabbed the vodka bottle and smashed it over his head. He wavered and then fell. Marie pulled her little sister to her feet and they ran. Ben recovered and threw Marie down the steps. Sara heard her neck snap.
"MARIE!" She cried and ran down the steps towards the 17-year-old girl. She was dead. She heard Ben mumble, "What a night! I killed two little bitches!"
Sara tore up the steps and stormed into Josh's room.
"Josh! H-he killed M-marie! She's dead! He broke her neck!"
"Who?!"
"Dad."
The four other children left that very night to fend for themselves in the streets of New York. That didn't keep Sara from wondering why he was covered in blood that night.
Present
"Sara? Sara! Are ya okay?" Shots shook her shoulders and stared at her.
"I-I hurt him d-didn't I?"
"Spot? Dat wasn't ya fault an' don't ya start thinkin it was!"
"I should've told him! I liked him! I have to go see him. Right now Shots! I have to go!"
"Sara he'll probably be out tamorrow so just wait it out."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure."
"Then just take me home. I want to go back to Brooklyn."
Shots looked at Chach and shook his head as if to say, 'I wish it was different.' She nodded and waved goodbye. The two Brooklyn Newsies headed home for the night.
Spot acted normal at the hearing the next day. He even mouthed off to a judge but when he got home it was a different story. Sara stood at the door when he walked in. She gave him a weak smile but he just pushed past her and went upstairs.
"Spot! Wait! I'm sorry!" She cried as she ran after him. He looked at her and frowned.
"Sorry for what?"
"I should have warned you who my father was. I didn't think and I know it hurt you."
"If ya think dat hurt me ya got another thing comin kid. I'm not human enough ta be hurt anymore."
"Everyone gets hurt! I know about Mellie so don't even try to hide it! I'm not as stupid as you seem to think and no matter what you say or do I care what happens to you!"
He stopped short. 'She cares?' 'Don't listen ta her Spot! She'll get hurt cause a you just like da rest of em.' 'I care about her to though. I should just tell her.' 'No! Ya gonna scare her. Not ta mention losin Mellie really got ta ya. Can I handle it?' Spot argued with himself.
"I don't care Sara! I can't, I won't! Just go! I don't wanna hurt ya Sara but dis is da only way I can keep ya safe."
Sara put her hand on his shoulder. "Prove that you don't care. Prove it because if you really don't then why did you go in my place? It should have been me in the refuge last night," She whispered and tears spilled onto her cheeks. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He couldn't tell her the truth because the truth was he did care. He just couldn't let anyone close to him get hurt again. He gripped the key around his neck. Dillon's key.
"I did it because ya my newsie an' dat's all ya evah be ta me. Goodbye Sara."
"You're lieing. I can see it in your eyes." She held his face in her hands. "He killed someone I loved too. He killed my sister Spot." Spot looked her straight in the eyes and told himself he wouldn't lose it. He wouldn't tell her everything.
"My father still has him."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dillon. He's still in dere. That's why I can't let you ta me close ta me. Everyone close ta me ends up hurt or dead in da end."
"Then lets get him back. We'll go kidnap him or something! I won't let Marie's story happen again if I can help it. I won't let your father kill your brother. C'mon."
Spot definitly hadn't expected this. He looked down at her and then at the key Dillon had given him. "Sara! Wait up!" He ran out the door and caught up with her. He grabbed her arm and held her still. "Thanks." He kissed her cheek quickly and then ran towards Queens where his old home was.
As the two drew closer, Spot grew sicker. He dreaded going back to that house but he dreaded losing Dillon too.
"This is it, Sara," he whispered as he stopped in front of house twenty minutes later. She smiled.
"You'll do fine. I'm right behind you."
Spot knocked on the door and a thin, pale, boy with black hair and blue eyes opened it. Sara thought that if the bruises on his face where gone he'd look exactly like Spot.
"K-Kyle? Is it really you?" Dillon asked.
"Yeah. It's really me. C'mon Dillon. I'm takin ya ta ya real home."
Sara pulled her arms out of Shots' grasp and glared at him.
"How could you leave him like that?" She snapped. "You're supposed to be his friend!"
"I am his friend and I saw da look on his face! You don't understand him yet, Sara! He don't have a will ta live anymore. Not after what happened ta Mellie."
"Oh I forgot about dat. Dat was bad. He wouldn't talk ta no one for weeks. Not even Race!" Chach added.
"Well, I'm new so fill me in! Who the hell is Mellie?"
"She was Spot's goilfriend awhile back. A bull started chasin dem an Spot mouthed off to him. He took a nightstick ta Mellie's head. She died instantly and Spot couldn't do anything ta help her, It happened to fast," Shots explained.
Sara looked at her feet. She felt tears sting her eyes. She understood now. 'Why didn't I tell him?' she asked herself. 'Why?'
Flashback (Sara)
She watched her father come into the house covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. He ran upstairs and changed then came back down and poured a shot of vodka. She ducked under the table, not wanting to get caught.
"Don't think I can't see you brat!" He shouted and dragged out from under the table.
"Let go! Keith! Joshua!" She screamed for help but her brothers couldn't aid her now. They were just as scared as she was. The one who did come was Marie.
"Marie help me please! Don't!" She was stopped short by a punch in the mouth from Ben. Marie grabbed the vodka bottle and smashed it over his head. He wavered and then fell. Marie pulled her little sister to her feet and they ran. Ben recovered and threw Marie down the steps. Sara heard her neck snap.
"MARIE!" She cried and ran down the steps towards the 17-year-old girl. She was dead. She heard Ben mumble, "What a night! I killed two little bitches!"
Sara tore up the steps and stormed into Josh's room.
"Josh! H-he killed M-marie! She's dead! He broke her neck!"
"Who?!"
"Dad."
The four other children left that very night to fend for themselves in the streets of New York. That didn't keep Sara from wondering why he was covered in blood that night.
Present
"Sara? Sara! Are ya okay?" Shots shook her shoulders and stared at her.
"I-I hurt him d-didn't I?"
"Spot? Dat wasn't ya fault an' don't ya start thinkin it was!"
"I should've told him! I liked him! I have to go see him. Right now Shots! I have to go!"
"Sara he'll probably be out tamorrow so just wait it out."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure."
"Then just take me home. I want to go back to Brooklyn."
Shots looked at Chach and shook his head as if to say, 'I wish it was different.' She nodded and waved goodbye. The two Brooklyn Newsies headed home for the night.
Spot acted normal at the hearing the next day. He even mouthed off to a judge but when he got home it was a different story. Sara stood at the door when he walked in. She gave him a weak smile but he just pushed past her and went upstairs.
"Spot! Wait! I'm sorry!" She cried as she ran after him. He looked at her and frowned.
"Sorry for what?"
"I should have warned you who my father was. I didn't think and I know it hurt you."
"If ya think dat hurt me ya got another thing comin kid. I'm not human enough ta be hurt anymore."
"Everyone gets hurt! I know about Mellie so don't even try to hide it! I'm not as stupid as you seem to think and no matter what you say or do I care what happens to you!"
He stopped short. 'She cares?' 'Don't listen ta her Spot! She'll get hurt cause a you just like da rest of em.' 'I care about her to though. I should just tell her.' 'No! Ya gonna scare her. Not ta mention losin Mellie really got ta ya. Can I handle it?' Spot argued with himself.
"I don't care Sara! I can't, I won't! Just go! I don't wanna hurt ya Sara but dis is da only way I can keep ya safe."
Sara put her hand on his shoulder. "Prove that you don't care. Prove it because if you really don't then why did you go in my place? It should have been me in the refuge last night," She whispered and tears spilled onto her cheeks. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He couldn't tell her the truth because the truth was he did care. He just couldn't let anyone close to him get hurt again. He gripped the key around his neck. Dillon's key.
"I did it because ya my newsie an' dat's all ya evah be ta me. Goodbye Sara."
"You're lieing. I can see it in your eyes." She held his face in her hands. "He killed someone I loved too. He killed my sister Spot." Spot looked her straight in the eyes and told himself he wouldn't lose it. He wouldn't tell her everything.
"My father still has him."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dillon. He's still in dere. That's why I can't let you ta me close ta me. Everyone close ta me ends up hurt or dead in da end."
"Then lets get him back. We'll go kidnap him or something! I won't let Marie's story happen again if I can help it. I won't let your father kill your brother. C'mon."
Spot definitly hadn't expected this. He looked down at her and then at the key Dillon had given him. "Sara! Wait up!" He ran out the door and caught up with her. He grabbed her arm and held her still. "Thanks." He kissed her cheek quickly and then ran towards Queens where his old home was.
As the two drew closer, Spot grew sicker. He dreaded going back to that house but he dreaded losing Dillon too.
"This is it, Sara," he whispered as he stopped in front of house twenty minutes later. She smiled.
"You'll do fine. I'm right behind you."
Spot knocked on the door and a thin, pale, boy with black hair and blue eyes opened it. Sara thought that if the bruises on his face where gone he'd look exactly like Spot.
"K-Kyle? Is it really you?" Dillon asked.
"Yeah. It's really me. C'mon Dillon. I'm takin ya ta ya real home."