Chapter 8
Things returned to normal for a while. I love it when things get back to normal. Even though the threat towards me was no more, Spot still came with me to school. He loved getting up and going to school. Christmas came and went and the end of the first semester at school came which brought finals and hours of studying.
All the relationships were going great. Liz and Blink were still as in love as ever, Race and Kelly were always seen together, and Spot and I were as happy as ever. Jack was still getting over the breakup with Kelsey but was starting to become his usual self. Marne and Mush were hardly ever seen and somewhere along the way my friend Katie had hooked up with Crutchy and things were great with them.
The months had flown by so fast then things seemed to get worse again. I believe it was a Friday when everything started. That evening Spot's mother came to say hi and to give Spot some news. Spot also had a lot of questions he needed his mother to answer. It was a very interesting night, as you'll see. Let me tell you what happened. I'll start at the beginning.
*flashback*
"Oh hi Mrs. Conlon."
"Hello Ann. Is my son around?"
"Yeah, he's around here somewhere. I'll find him."
"OK. I'll just wait here."
I walked out of my room and into the living room and I spotted him across the room.
"Spot, your moms here and she wants to talk to you."
"OK. I'm out guys." He said laying down his cards and getting up then we walked back to my room.
"Hey mom."
"Hello Spot. How are you?"
"I'm doin' great. Ann said ya needed ta talk ta me. Is everythin' alright?"
"Everything is fine."
"What did ya wanna talk ta me about?"
"I just wanted you to know that I was getting married."
"Married?! To who and when?" Spot asked shocked.
"To the chief of police in Harlem. We're getting married tomorrow so I won't be seeing you for a while."
"Mom I haven't even met the guy."
"That's why I brought him with me." A man then stepped out of nowhere. "This is the guy who'll be your stepfather."
"Hi."
"Nice to finally meet you Spot. Your mother has told me so much about you."
"This is my girlfriend Ann."
"Hello."
"Hi."
"Well, we should go. We still have some things to get ready."
"Alright, I'll be right there. Well, I should be going."
"I don't like him mom."
"Oh Spot, you worry to much about me. I'll be fine. He's a good man."
"I still don't like him. There's something about him I just don't like."
"Goodbye Spot."
"See ya mom."
Spot turned and looked at me then he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me.
"There was something about him I just didn't like. I just don't know what it was."
"I know. I didn't like him either." I said looking up at him and he gave me a quick kiss.
"I'm happy for her though." He said giving me another kiss.
"I am too."
*end of flashback*
Well, Spot's suspicions were right. A couple of weeks later, Spot got a letter from his mom saying she couldn't visit him anymore but she would write him letters. Spot knew it was his stepfather that was forbidding her to see her own son.
At first, her letters came frequently but as time went on her letters were further and farther between. Meanwhile, there were complaints from his newsies because Spot was rarely ever there. There was also a rumor that Harlem and the Bronx were planning an attack on Brooklyn but Spot knew as long as he was leader they wouldn't try anything.
Spot had a lot to worry about so he was very stressed to say the least and let me tell you, you don't want to aggravate him when he's stressed. It's not a pretty sight. I never really knew how much a leader had to do and worry about until then. It was an eye opener.
Spot soon got everything worked out. He set up a meeting for all the leaders that might help if Harlem and the Bronx did try something and he was spending more time with his newsies, which I completely understood. His mother was the only one he had to worry about and worry he did. Soon that would all change though.
The police again showed up at my house and told Spot that his mother had been murdered. Apparently there had been some sort of struggle between her and the murderer. Spot told them that it was probably his stepfather who had done it. We figured he found a letter she was going to send to Spot and had become angry and ultimately killed her. After that, Spot started to spend more time here and less time with his newsies. Again his newsies complained but Spot didn't care.
In the days that followed, Spot again had to worry about me. You see an ex-boyfriend of mine had come back. I had had this boyfriend, Eric, who I had dated for four days at the end of 8th grade. Eric was creepy. I think he had a hand fetish because he would tell me that my hands were so pretty and innocent. Creepy. Well, Eric kept coming back after I broke up with him and he kept trying to get me back. He got really desperate this time.
He came to see me the night Spot had his meeting. I kept telling him that I didn't want him and that I was with someone. Eric just didn't get it. I started to get a little scared. I knew I was in deep trouble if I didn't get him to leave. I knew Spot was at his meeting but I knew Eric wasn't going to leave and I needed Spot's help so I sent someone to get Spot and tell him that I was in trouble. As I waited for Spot to come, Eric pulled out a gun. That's never good. I prayed for Spot to hurry up and get his ass there. Finally he got there and the tables were turned. As Spot and Jack approached Eric put the gun to my head and told them to stay back or he'd shoot. I, of course, started to panic and Spot tried to get Eric to point the gun at him and tried convincing Eric that he was the one Eric wanted to kill and not me. Crazy I know but Spot would die for me if he had to.
Well, Eric rigged the gun so that if anyone, even me, moved it would go off and put a bullet in my head then he left. I panicked cause obviously I would die anyways and trust me I didn't wanna die. When you're faced with death a lot of things run through your mind. I was just praying that Spot would think of something that would get me out of there. Spot, being the smarty-pants that he is, did come up with a plan to get the gun and disarm it. It worked like a charm and no one was hurt in the process.
Now I know this is going to sound weird but through that whole incident I knew Spot loved me. I know that sounds weird but it's true. You see to me if someone is willing to die for me that shows me that they really love me. There are other ways that let me know that they love me or that I love them. Like how I don't need the sugar from sweets anymore because kissing Spot's sweet lips gives me all the extra sugar I need. I know it sounds corny but it's true. I love him and he loves me and that's all I need to know.
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AN: hey. I know it's been a while since I've updated. I'm really sorry. It's been so busy right now. I spent a lot of my time making Christmas presents for all my friends so I haven't had a lot of time to write. I hope you all like this chapter. Please read and review. Anyone who reviews gets puppy chow or oatmeal bars so review.
Spot stop eating the oatmeal bars!
Spot: I'm sorry. It's just that they're really good and they're sittin' right in front a me.
*rolls eyes and shakes head* Whatever. Did you like the chapter Spot?
Spot: I love anythin' you write.
You didn't read the chapter did you?
Spot: yes I did.
Then what happens?
Spot: um…
Just what I thought. You didn't read it. You were to busy stuffing your face with oatmeal bars.
Spot: The puppy chow's real good.
You're eating the puppy chow too?! That's it. Give me the food Spot.
Spot: No.
Spot. Give me the food. *glares evilly at him*
Spot: *starts to run away* You'll never get them.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Excuse me while I go after Spot and get the food back. Spot get back here with that food! *runs after him*
Shout-outs:
aUNDERCOVERnewsie: you are absolutely right. You can have writers block and read novels to get ideas. Did you hear that Spot. You're wrong.
Spot: No I'm not.
Yes you are. We'll argue this later. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
*~Dreamer Conlon~*