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A/n-Thank you for reviewing all you guys. Sorry the last chapter was so
saddening. I was in a morbid mood.
Sara sat unmoving in a room in the courthouse. She was waiting for her father to come get her. She knew he was with Spot, but didn't process that. She was replaying the moment over and over again in her head. "Guilty of all charges," The judge had wheezed. "Guilty of all charges. Guilty of all charges. Guilty of all charges." The tears where coursing down her cheeks unchecked now. It was unbelievable.
"Sara honey come on. We're leaving now," Her father's voice cut through her mind. She glared at him but stood up and followed him out the door.
She glanced into a tiny room and caught a brief glimpse of crimson liquid. 'Not blood. Please don't be blood,' She begged silently and looked again. It was blood. No doubt it was Spot's too. She felt her stomach tighten. That was a lot of blood to lose.
She reached her house and went straight up to her room. She couldn't talk or breath or even think straight. All she saw was Spot's face mouthing, 'I deserve dis,' and the puddle of blood on the floor. She felt sick to her stomach.
Sara lay down on the bed and tried to let her mind clear but found it impossible. She closed her eyes and drifted into a detrimental sleep. It filled her mind with scenes of the last three months she had spent in Brooklyn with Spot. The first time he kissed her, when he offered to teach her to swim, kidnapping Ace. It made her sick.
She woke up the next morning to find her face streaked raw from crying. She rubbed her eyes only to find they burned from the brackish tears. She had decided last night that she was going to see Spot today and she was going to get him out of there.
She got dressed in a dark blue dress and pulled her coat on over it. The more daunting she appeared the better chance of getting past the bulls.
She then ran downstairs and straight into her father. 'Great. Just the person I wanted to see,' She thought sarcastically. "Hello Daddy."
"Why good-morning Sara baby. Where are you off to so early?" He asked.
"I'm going to get him out of the refuge. He doesn't belong there."
"You can't Sara. He's gone."
"What do you mean? They already let him go?"
"Oh no sweetheart. He's dead."
Sara's world spun like an out-of-control airplane. Her stomach was knotting and twisting. "No...he can't be dead. He didn't hurt me like that."
"The other prisoners don't like rapists sweetie."
"He didn't do that! He would never, has never, wouldn't have done that!"
Her father made a step toward her but Sara backed away. She didn't want anyone to touch her or even look at her. She ran out of the house with a simple thing on her mind: get to Ace.
It was actually quite easy to find him. He was at his usual selling spot.
"Ace! A-Ace p-please help me!" She screamed and threw her arms around him.
"What happened ta you? Where ya been? Dey hauled Spot in cause a you dis mornin!" He accused and pushed her arms off his neck.
"I didn't. M-my father...he...Spot's dead!"
Ace could almost feel the panic and grief radiating from Sara's presence. His eyes widened. He couldn't lose his brother. It couldn't possibly be factual. It was deceptive. It was wrong.
He looked down at the hysterical girl next to him. "How do ya know dat? Did ya see it wit ya own eyes?" He snapped.
"My father told me," She whispered, ignoring the cold tone of his voice
"Maybe he was lyin'." With that said, Ace walked away. He planned on going to Manhattan. He wasn't going go get upset until he was sure it was true. In order to make sure it was true, he needed Jack Kelly.
Sara watched him leave and then took off on her own. She had to figure out what she was going to do until dusk, because at dusk she was jumping. She was jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge.
Ace reached Manhattan with his cool attitude completely gone. He was terrified.
Jack was in the lodging house and when he saw Ace's face his heart went cold. He had only ever met Ace twice but he had Spot's eyes and those, he could read like an open book in bold print.
"Ace? What da hell is da mattah wit cha?" He asked skeptically. He knew Spot's hatred for him had spread to his brother.
"I need ya help Cowboy. I need ta get in da refuge."
"Why? Why don't Spot get cha in? Oh shit. He ain't in dere is he?"
"I think he's in dere, or at least his body is."
"He's dead?"
Ace shook his head. "I dunno. Sara said he is but I don't trust her right now. She got him thrown him."
Race heard this and jumped in with, "How'd she manage dat one?"
"He hit her. He didn't mean to hurt her or nothin' but she got pissed and ran off ta her daddy."
Jack nodded. "I'll get ya in dere. Race I need Les Jacobs an' a rope." Race grinned and left to collect the boy and rope. Jack led Ace outside.
Race met them there five minutes later with Les. He gave Jack the rope and the four newsies headed toward the refuge.
Sara was in Queens looking for Duck. The girl deserved to know what had happened to Spot. She grew up with him.
Sara found Duck with Slip. He had his arm around her waist and they were talking.
"Duck! Slip! Wait for me!" She called.
The two turned around and waved.
"Hey why da long face Sara?" Duck asked.
Sara looked at her. "S-Spot...h-he's d-dead..." She trailed off and began to sob. Duck felt the tears sting her eyes and she buried her face in Slip's shoulder.
Sara couldn't take this pain. She began running for Brooklyn.
Jack lowered Les down from the roof to the bars of the window. He was the only one who could fit in between the iron sticks. Jack waited for the weight to lift from the rope and then pulled it up.
"He's in guys," He whispered. Ace was shaking violently and had silent but steady tears streaking down his face. Jack looked at Race who shook his head as if to say, 'Just let him alone.'
Sara leaned over the railing of the bridge and stared at the dark, salty, cold, swirling, beautiful, water. It was so welcoming at the moment she almost hadn't thought twice but Spot's face had flashed in front of her eyes and made her stop.
Les pulled the rope to signal for Jack to let him up. He felt his feet lift off the ground and held on for life.
Jack struggled to lift the boy up and was surprised to see Spot and Les on the rope. Ace let out a shuddering sigh and crawled toward his brother. Spot was barely conscious but could feel Ace hug him.
"Ace? Dat you?" He asked hoarsely.
"Jesus Christ, Spot ya scared da shit outta me! Sara came by hysterical sayin' her dad told her youse was dead! She could barely talk ta me!"
Spot felt his energy spike. "Where is she?"
"I dunno. She was in Brooklyn when she told me dat."
"Ya left her alone?! Why da hell did ya do dat! Racetrack, she's alone in Brooklyn!"
Race looked confused for a moment and then it hit him like a rock. She had tried to jump the bridge once she'd do it again.
Spot felt the pains disappear and that void filled with worry. He jumped up and began running full speed toward the bridge. He left the others far behind.
Sara was hanging off the outside of the bridge when a familiar voice screamed, "Don't do it sweetheart!" She jumped and let go.
A/n-Sorry for the shortness and cliffhanger but I simply couldn't pass it up. I'll update ASAP though so don't worry. The story is almost over but I'm doing a sequel so watch me closely! Love, Docks McGowen.
Sara sat unmoving in a room in the courthouse. She was waiting for her father to come get her. She knew he was with Spot, but didn't process that. She was replaying the moment over and over again in her head. "Guilty of all charges," The judge had wheezed. "Guilty of all charges. Guilty of all charges. Guilty of all charges." The tears where coursing down her cheeks unchecked now. It was unbelievable.
"Sara honey come on. We're leaving now," Her father's voice cut through her mind. She glared at him but stood up and followed him out the door.
She glanced into a tiny room and caught a brief glimpse of crimson liquid. 'Not blood. Please don't be blood,' She begged silently and looked again. It was blood. No doubt it was Spot's too. She felt her stomach tighten. That was a lot of blood to lose.
She reached her house and went straight up to her room. She couldn't talk or breath or even think straight. All she saw was Spot's face mouthing, 'I deserve dis,' and the puddle of blood on the floor. She felt sick to her stomach.
Sara lay down on the bed and tried to let her mind clear but found it impossible. She closed her eyes and drifted into a detrimental sleep. It filled her mind with scenes of the last three months she had spent in Brooklyn with Spot. The first time he kissed her, when he offered to teach her to swim, kidnapping Ace. It made her sick.
She woke up the next morning to find her face streaked raw from crying. She rubbed her eyes only to find they burned from the brackish tears. She had decided last night that she was going to see Spot today and she was going to get him out of there.
She got dressed in a dark blue dress and pulled her coat on over it. The more daunting she appeared the better chance of getting past the bulls.
She then ran downstairs and straight into her father. 'Great. Just the person I wanted to see,' She thought sarcastically. "Hello Daddy."
"Why good-morning Sara baby. Where are you off to so early?" He asked.
"I'm going to get him out of the refuge. He doesn't belong there."
"You can't Sara. He's gone."
"What do you mean? They already let him go?"
"Oh no sweetheart. He's dead."
Sara's world spun like an out-of-control airplane. Her stomach was knotting and twisting. "No...he can't be dead. He didn't hurt me like that."
"The other prisoners don't like rapists sweetie."
"He didn't do that! He would never, has never, wouldn't have done that!"
Her father made a step toward her but Sara backed away. She didn't want anyone to touch her or even look at her. She ran out of the house with a simple thing on her mind: get to Ace.
It was actually quite easy to find him. He was at his usual selling spot.
"Ace! A-Ace p-please help me!" She screamed and threw her arms around him.
"What happened ta you? Where ya been? Dey hauled Spot in cause a you dis mornin!" He accused and pushed her arms off his neck.
"I didn't. M-my father...he...Spot's dead!"
Ace could almost feel the panic and grief radiating from Sara's presence. His eyes widened. He couldn't lose his brother. It couldn't possibly be factual. It was deceptive. It was wrong.
He looked down at the hysterical girl next to him. "How do ya know dat? Did ya see it wit ya own eyes?" He snapped.
"My father told me," She whispered, ignoring the cold tone of his voice
"Maybe he was lyin'." With that said, Ace walked away. He planned on going to Manhattan. He wasn't going go get upset until he was sure it was true. In order to make sure it was true, he needed Jack Kelly.
Sara watched him leave and then took off on her own. She had to figure out what she was going to do until dusk, because at dusk she was jumping. She was jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge.
Ace reached Manhattan with his cool attitude completely gone. He was terrified.
Jack was in the lodging house and when he saw Ace's face his heart went cold. He had only ever met Ace twice but he had Spot's eyes and those, he could read like an open book in bold print.
"Ace? What da hell is da mattah wit cha?" He asked skeptically. He knew Spot's hatred for him had spread to his brother.
"I need ya help Cowboy. I need ta get in da refuge."
"Why? Why don't Spot get cha in? Oh shit. He ain't in dere is he?"
"I think he's in dere, or at least his body is."
"He's dead?"
Ace shook his head. "I dunno. Sara said he is but I don't trust her right now. She got him thrown him."
Race heard this and jumped in with, "How'd she manage dat one?"
"He hit her. He didn't mean to hurt her or nothin' but she got pissed and ran off ta her daddy."
Jack nodded. "I'll get ya in dere. Race I need Les Jacobs an' a rope." Race grinned and left to collect the boy and rope. Jack led Ace outside.
Race met them there five minutes later with Les. He gave Jack the rope and the four newsies headed toward the refuge.
Sara was in Queens looking for Duck. The girl deserved to know what had happened to Spot. She grew up with him.
Sara found Duck with Slip. He had his arm around her waist and they were talking.
"Duck! Slip! Wait for me!" She called.
The two turned around and waved.
"Hey why da long face Sara?" Duck asked.
Sara looked at her. "S-Spot...h-he's d-dead..." She trailed off and began to sob. Duck felt the tears sting her eyes and she buried her face in Slip's shoulder.
Sara couldn't take this pain. She began running for Brooklyn.
Jack lowered Les down from the roof to the bars of the window. He was the only one who could fit in between the iron sticks. Jack waited for the weight to lift from the rope and then pulled it up.
"He's in guys," He whispered. Ace was shaking violently and had silent but steady tears streaking down his face. Jack looked at Race who shook his head as if to say, 'Just let him alone.'
Sara leaned over the railing of the bridge and stared at the dark, salty, cold, swirling, beautiful, water. It was so welcoming at the moment she almost hadn't thought twice but Spot's face had flashed in front of her eyes and made her stop.
Les pulled the rope to signal for Jack to let him up. He felt his feet lift off the ground and held on for life.
Jack struggled to lift the boy up and was surprised to see Spot and Les on the rope. Ace let out a shuddering sigh and crawled toward his brother. Spot was barely conscious but could feel Ace hug him.
"Ace? Dat you?" He asked hoarsely.
"Jesus Christ, Spot ya scared da shit outta me! Sara came by hysterical sayin' her dad told her youse was dead! She could barely talk ta me!"
Spot felt his energy spike. "Where is she?"
"I dunno. She was in Brooklyn when she told me dat."
"Ya left her alone?! Why da hell did ya do dat! Racetrack, she's alone in Brooklyn!"
Race looked confused for a moment and then it hit him like a rock. She had tried to jump the bridge once she'd do it again.
Spot felt the pains disappear and that void filled with worry. He jumped up and began running full speed toward the bridge. He left the others far behind.
Sara was hanging off the outside of the bridge when a familiar voice screamed, "Don't do it sweetheart!" She jumped and let go.
A/n-Sorry for the shortness and cliffhanger but I simply couldn't pass it up. I'll update ASAP though so don't worry. The story is almost over but I'm doing a sequel so watch me closely! Love, Docks McGowen.