Chapter 7
A couple of days later, Feisty decided to go to Chicago to tell her father about Tracker in case he hadn't heard. Spot decided to go with her to protect her if need be. They planned to be gone only a couple of hours. That would give Feisty enough time to visit her mother and father and tell them what had happened. She could also tell Tracker's newsies so they could find a new leader. They decided to leave after I had gone to school.
I got home from school that day to find the house empty. I did my normal routine figuring that they were probably at Tibby's with the newsies. As I was brushing my hair (part of my normal routine), Jack happened to walk by.
"Hey Jack." I greeted.
"Hey Ann. How was ya day?"
"It was good. How were the headlines today?"
"They were ok."
"Have Spot and Feisty come back yet?" I asked.
"No. I haven't seen 'em." He answered.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
The evening went on as it usually did but Spot and Feisty had not been seen by anyone since they had left. I started to get worried as 9 o'clock rolled around. I would have started to worry earlier but I knew Spot and Feisty could handle themselves if they got in any trouble. I took a shower and got ready for bed. It was 10 o'clock when Spot and Feisty came back. You could tell Feisty had been crying and Spot was covered in blood.
"What happened?" I asked. Feisty started crying and ran out of my room.
"I had ta do it. I had ta do it." Spot said as he walked towards the bathroom to get a shower.
"You had to do what?" I asked but the only answer I got was the shower turning on.
Half an hour later, I heard the shower turn off. It was unusual for Spot to take a long shower but with all the blood he had on him it probably took a while to get it all off and just to get the feel of it off. Spot was still in a daze when he walked into my room. I didn't know if I should ask what happened or not. I thought it would be better to hear it from him then hear it from someone else later if Spot got in any trouble for something.
"Spot, what happened?" I asked as he climbed under the covers.
"I had ta do it. I had ta kill him." Spot answered still in a daze.
"What? You had to kill who?" I asked confused and worried.
"I had ta kill him. He would have followed her here and harassed her. He would have taken her." Spot answered. From that answer I figured he was talking about his father.
"Tell me everything that happened." I said. If I could get more information it would help me better understand why he killed hi father.
"We got to Chicago and found her house. We knocked on the door and her mom opened the door. We did the whole introduction thing. We were sittin' in the livin' room when our father walks in. Her mom excuses herself and goes to the kitchen. Our father leaves then comes back with rope. He came towards us, I saw his hand go up, and the next thing I know I'm waking up and I'm tied to the chair I had been sitting in and I'm in the basement. I saw Feisty also tied to her chair. Our father came in the room with a gun and an evil grin on his face. He says he'll untie us and let me go if Feisty will agree to stay there and make money being a prostitute. Feisty told him that she would never do that and he slapped her.
Anyways, he would leave then come back and beat on us. We couldn't defend ourselves. I got sick of taking abuse from him so I tried to think of how we could get the hell out of there. Earlier I had felt a sharp piece on my chair. I didn't even think; I just started to cut the rope that was around my wrists. A plan started to form in my mind as I was doing this. Our father came back and I immediately stopped. Again he told us the prosition and again Feisty refused and again he beat on us. After he left, I started to cut the rope again. I got myself free and started to untie Feisty. As I got the last of the rope off of her, our father came back. I don't know how I did it but I fought the gun away from him and pointed it at him. That's when Feisty begged me not to kill him. I tried to convince her that if I didn't kill him he would just come after her. She would probably be on the run constantly. She wouldn't be able to settle down and have a family because he would be after her. I know it was hard for her but she said ok and I shot him in the heart. I killed him. But Feisty is safe now." He explained.
I couldn't believe it. I knew if anyone found out that he had killed his father that he would be in deep shit. I felt bad for Feisty too. Losing her brother and her father so close together. It had to be hard. Luckily she had Spot and David.
"What happened to her mother?" I asked.
"Her mother thanked me and then left." He answered.
"Won't the police be looking for you?"
"Murder happens all the time in Chicago. They won't care about one more. I should be fine. I'm gonna go ta bed. I'm tired. Ya know you should go ta bed too. You got school tomorrow."
"Alright."
I turned off the light then crawled under the covers. I snuggled closer to Spot and hoped that tomorrow I wouldn't lose him.
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AN: Wow. I can't believe how long it has been since I've updated. I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I've had a major case of writers block. I've been very busy too. Well I hope you liked the chapter. I think I could have written it a little better but oh well. I will try to update as soon as possible.
Spot: You've been busy?
Me: Yes. I've been busy.
Spot: With what?
Me: You should know. You're with me everyday.
Spot: You've been reading romance novels instead of writing.
Me: I've had writers block.
Spot: You've been reading and you know it.
Me: I don't know what you're talking about.
Spot: Stop denying it.
Me: Shut up Spot. *glares at him* Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
*~Dreamer Conlon~*