Chapter 5
A couple of months later, I was sitting in my room when a girl walked in. I didn't know her but she kinda looked like Spot. Well, maybe she's a relative. I thought. His mom was still alive and his dad was somewhere. You see, Spot's parents divorced when he was six because his dad didn't like his mom's profession very much. She was a prostitute. So his dad and his older brother left and ended up in Chicago, which is a really horrible place back then but I'll get into that a little later. So Spot lived with his mom for a while then he became a newsie and lived in the lodging house but he still saw his mom every once in awhile. I even met her. She's really nice. Anyways, back to the girl that was standing in my room.
"Can I help you?" I asked the girl.
"Yeah, I'm looking for Spot. Some people told me he would be here." The girl replied.
At that very moment the door opened and guess who comes walking in. Go on, take a guess. Come on. Oh all right, I'll tell you. Spot happen to walk in at that very moment.
"Whose lookin' foe me?" he asked.
"I am." The girl replied.
"Who are you?" Spot asked.
"I'm Feisty and I'm so glad I found you." The girl answered giving Spot a huge hug. Spot looked at me with a confused expression on his face.
"How do I know ya?" Spot asked.
"You don't know me but you might know Tracked Conlon, your brother." Feisty replied.
"I don't know him all that well but I know him."
"Well, I'm your sister. Same dad but different moms."
Spot and I looked at each other then at her with shocked faces. I couldn't believe it. Spot couldn't either I guess.
"I have a sistah?" Spot asked.
"Yep."
"Oh my God." Was all Spot could say. I don't blame him. I wouldn't be able to say anything either if I just found out I had a sister.
"Why are ya here?" Spot asked after a few moments of awkward silence.
"Well, Tracker always talked about a Spot Conlon and how we were related to him. He use to read me the articles about the strike. I also had to get away from that place." At this point she began to cry.
"What do ya mean ya had ta get away from that place?" Spot asked quietly.
"I had to get away from Chicago. From dad. From Tracker. Please don't make me go back there. Please."
"I won't let ya. I know what Chicago is like."
"I don't." I said from my place on my bed.
"Chicago is hell. Women are afraid to leave their houses. Girls hardly venture outside. Men rule that city. Men do whatever they want with women. Women are raped all the time. It was tough being a newsie. To protect me at the lodging house, I was my brother's girlfriend that way at least none of his newsies would touch me. He would have killed anyone one of them if they laid a hand on me but in order to keep that protection, I had to do things with him. Everyone knew I was his sister. Dad even knew what I had to do but he didn't do anything about it. At one point he had me and another girl. Her name was Anna. She was a sweet girl. She stayed there for a little over eight months then she left. She said she was going to New York to find someone. She never said the guy's name. Anyways, Chicago is a horrible place. If you're a newsie and you don't go along with the things they do or you don't like the things they do and you voice your opinion out loud, you signed a death wish cause they'll kill you. That's why I came here. I knew if I found Spot I would be somewhat protected. Both of you have to promise me that you won't go to Chicago, especially you Spot. I have a feeling you'll want to go there and kill your brother. Well, I'm not going to let you. Now promise me you won't go."
"I promise." I said quickly. I would never want to go there even if my life depended on it. Well, at least not in the early 1900's.
"Spot, promise me." Feisty said turning to look at him.
He didn't say anything for a few moments. To me he looked like he was going to throw up. He was really pale and he had a blank expression on his face. I couldn't tell if he was mad or astonished or whatever he might be feeling. His eyes were dull and he just stared into space.
"Spot, what's wrong?" Feisty asked then looked at me. All I could do was shrug my shoulders. I didn't know what was wrong with him until I thought back to what Feisty had said about her brother having two girls. Anna. She had mentioned Anna. No wonder he looked as though he would cry. Spot finally blinked his eyes and looked at Feisty. There was a distant look in his eyes.
"Did you say Anna?" Spot asked finally finding his voice.
"Yeah, Anna Kelly. She told me she had a brother in New York. She also had an ex-boyfriend she had and had left on bad terms but she still loved him. Though every time I asked her who he was, she wouldn't give me a name." Feisty explained.
"That boy was me."
Feisty had an astonished look on her face.
"You were that boy? Oh my God. Is Anna still around? Can I talk to her?"
"Anna died about four years ago." I answered after a moment of silence guessing that Spot wasn't going to answer.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Was all Feisty could say.
After a couple minutes of silence, there was a knock on the door. I noticed Feisty go pale at the knock. Spot looked at Feisty then at the door. There was another knock. Spot went to open the door but Feisty stopped him. She knew exactly who was at the door and she knew exactly what would happen. Spot patted her hand gently telling her it would be ok. Feisty let go of his arm and Spot opened the door to see…
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AN: I had to end this chapter that way. I hope to have chapter 6 up soon. I hope you liked this chapter. Please review. Sorry it took me so long to get these two chapters up but my dad's internet was down because the grounds crew at his town house accidentally cut the cable. Please review.
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