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Chapter Five
She Will Be Stayin
"So youse neva answered me question, what were youse doin down der?"
"If youse must know", Rhythm started " I was looking for a place to live and made a wrong turn and I's ran into da idiots. Who was dey anyways?"
"The Delancey brudars" Jack stated. "Da short one is Morris, and da stupid one is Oscar".
"Oh ok," Rhythm plainly said, as she looked down.
The rest of the way they said nothing. When they got in the lobby of the LH Jack sat Rhythm down and went up to Kloppman.
"Dis is Rhythm, she will be stayin wit us for a while." Jack said to the elderly man. At his words Rhythm started to protest but Jack silenced her with a glare.
Then Kloppman spoke. "Ok, the foist noight is free but afta then it's five cents a noight. Now just sign her and welcome to the LH," he said with a smile. Jack brought a book to her and she signed it. Then they headed up stairs, but it was difficult because Rhythm had no more strength in her. So finally Jack picked her up and Kloppman got her bag.
As Jack was carrying her to the bedroom he saw that right below the gash on her stomach she had a tattoo shaped like a music note. Her shirt was ripped and he was getting blood all over him, by now her arm had stopped bleeding so that didn't matter.
When they reached the bedroom he lay Rhythm down on the only free bunk. It was one away from the window, and right in between Race and Jack's bunks. Kloppman left to get water, bandages, and cloths to wash the blood way.
Kloppman returned and gave the things to Jack and then left. Jack took a knife out of his pocket and said, "If I's hurt youse tell me". Rhythm nodded. Jack cut her shirt off and cleaned the wound on her shoulder and then bandaged it. Then he moved to the other wound. It was much worst that the one on Rhythm's arm. He slowly and carefully began to wash the blood away.
Rhythm closed her eyes and winced as Jack cleaned her wound. He realized this and stopped and Rhythm opened her eyes.
"I's told youse ta tell me if I's hurtin youse" he said
"Youse ain't hurtin me."
"Den how's come youse keep on wincin?"
"Uh.... Um... I's wasn't."
"Shoura," Jack said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Just keep doin what youse were doin," Rhythm said. At her words Jack started to clean again.
This time instead of wincing Rhythm was thinking about how soft and warm Jacks touch was. As she closed her eyes again she smile.
"What's a matter wit youse?" Jack asked at her smile.
Rhythm eyes popped open and she blushed a deep crimson. "Nuttin," she said.
Once he was done, Jack took his off blooded shirt and replaced it with a new one. Rhythm looked at him like he was missing something. He returned the look with a look of confusion. She looked at her bare chest (except of her black bra) and looked back at him. He turned around and then back again with a white shirt in his hands.
"Finally a bit of warmth," Rhythm said as Jack helped her into the shirt. "Thanks." she said.
"So what ya wanna do?" Jack asked
"I' don't know."
"Well youse can't leave dat bed so do ya" Rhythm interrupted him.
"What? Why fuckin not?"
"Because youse is hurt. Now since youse got to stay dere, ya wanna play poka."
"Shoura what else is I's supposed ta do."
A/N: So what did you guys? Tell me by pressing that cute little review button. Until next time, BYE
Chapter Five
She Will Be Stayin
"So youse neva answered me question, what were youse doin down der?"
"If youse must know", Rhythm started " I was looking for a place to live and made a wrong turn and I's ran into da idiots. Who was dey anyways?"
"The Delancey brudars" Jack stated. "Da short one is Morris, and da stupid one is Oscar".
"Oh ok," Rhythm plainly said, as she looked down.
The rest of the way they said nothing. When they got in the lobby of the LH Jack sat Rhythm down and went up to Kloppman.
"Dis is Rhythm, she will be stayin wit us for a while." Jack said to the elderly man. At his words Rhythm started to protest but Jack silenced her with a glare.
Then Kloppman spoke. "Ok, the foist noight is free but afta then it's five cents a noight. Now just sign her and welcome to the LH," he said with a smile. Jack brought a book to her and she signed it. Then they headed up stairs, but it was difficult because Rhythm had no more strength in her. So finally Jack picked her up and Kloppman got her bag.
As Jack was carrying her to the bedroom he saw that right below the gash on her stomach she had a tattoo shaped like a music note. Her shirt was ripped and he was getting blood all over him, by now her arm had stopped bleeding so that didn't matter.
When they reached the bedroom he lay Rhythm down on the only free bunk. It was one away from the window, and right in between Race and Jack's bunks. Kloppman left to get water, bandages, and cloths to wash the blood way.
Kloppman returned and gave the things to Jack and then left. Jack took a knife out of his pocket and said, "If I's hurt youse tell me". Rhythm nodded. Jack cut her shirt off and cleaned the wound on her shoulder and then bandaged it. Then he moved to the other wound. It was much worst that the one on Rhythm's arm. He slowly and carefully began to wash the blood away.
Rhythm closed her eyes and winced as Jack cleaned her wound. He realized this and stopped and Rhythm opened her eyes.
"I's told youse ta tell me if I's hurtin youse" he said
"Youse ain't hurtin me."
"Den how's come youse keep on wincin?"
"Uh.... Um... I's wasn't."
"Shoura," Jack said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Just keep doin what youse were doin," Rhythm said. At her words Jack started to clean again.
This time instead of wincing Rhythm was thinking about how soft and warm Jacks touch was. As she closed her eyes again she smile.
"What's a matter wit youse?" Jack asked at her smile.
Rhythm eyes popped open and she blushed a deep crimson. "Nuttin," she said.
Once he was done, Jack took his off blooded shirt and replaced it with a new one. Rhythm looked at him like he was missing something. He returned the look with a look of confusion. She looked at her bare chest (except of her black bra) and looked back at him. He turned around and then back again with a white shirt in his hands.
"Finally a bit of warmth," Rhythm said as Jack helped her into the shirt. "Thanks." she said.
"So what ya wanna do?" Jack asked
"I' don't know."
"Well youse can't leave dat bed so do ya" Rhythm interrupted him.
"What? Why fuckin not?"
"Because youse is hurt. Now since youse got to stay dere, ya wanna play poka."
"Shoura what else is I's supposed ta do."
A/N: So what did you guys? Tell me by pressing that cute little review button. Until next time, BYE