Stacey- All in good time! Patience is a virtue! And I know exactly what you
mean about Spot!
Going 'Home'
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Hook's morning had started out with panic and ended in jealousy. Seeing Slick and Spot togther like that had really wrenched her heart. She should have known this would happen, she had heard from EVERYONE the Spot was a total ladies man. Slick was good-looking and clearly enomored by Spot, so why shouldn't they get together?
'Maybe it's time to tell them I'se a girl. No! That's crazy! If I wants to be respected, they hafta think I'se a guy. That's all there is to it.'
"You ok?" Slick came up behind her, startling her. "You'se looked all thoughtful, I hope I wasn't interuptin' nuthin." She continued with a smile.
Hook forced a smile that she hoped looked genuine. "Nah, heah's ya quartah, I'se didn't quite get up to do window yet." She tossed her the quarter and faced the distribution window. Slick opened her mouth to say something else, but thought better of it. Within the next moment, Hook's turn had come and she handed over her quarter.
"Fifty papes." She said, and the man called back to the workers.
"Fifty papes!" Hook received her papers and waited as Slick got hers, then together they began to walk. Hook tried to reason with herself that there was no reason to be mad at Slick, after all; how was she supposed to know about Hook liking Spot?
"So are you'se Spot's new goil?" Hook asked Slick.
"Uh... yeah." Slick didn't seem like the type to blush, but she did.
Hook simply looked at her top paper"Young girl's body still not found, canibalism suspected!" news had been slow, and her picture was still on the front page of the newspaper. The real headline said, "Have you seen this girl?" Hook's version of the story seemed to sell better, because as soon as she was done yelling, a group of people came up to her and began buying papers.
"Hey! Hook, look at me for a sec and smile." Slick called to Hook and she obliged. "Now tilt you'se head a little. No, the other way." She then lifted up the paper and held it next to Hook's face. She studied both the picture and Hook for a moment. "It's you!" She proclaimed, "Somebody wants you'se back real bad Hook. We had a story about you in our paper back home. I'm guessing you'se a runaway, am I right?"
"Yeah, and I'm not going back."
"Was it dat bad?" Slick sat down on the curb, forgetting about selling her papers.
"Not really, I'se guess I jist got tired of the 'I'se bettah than all of you'se.' attitude that my family and all our 'friends' had. One night I came home late from a walk and they were all mad, so I left."
"At least you'se got a family." Slick mumbled.
"What happened to yours?" Hook, tilted her head as she had a habit of doing when asking a question.
"They jist up and left. I was playing at me friend's 'ouse and when I got home they were gone. No note, no nothing. They took almost everything wid 'em too. I slept on the floor in front of the door for maybe 5 days before I realized they weren't coming back. The next day I ran into an older boy and he took me to the lodgin' 'ouse. And that's the story of my life." Slick was almost crying now and Hook leaned in to hug her.
"Hey, it's ok. Don't cry!" Slick was crying into Hook's shoulder now, and neither of them saw Spot walking up looking very angry.
"Hey!" They both glanced up and realized what it must look like, with Hook seeming to be a boy. Spot grabbed Hook's collar and pulled her to her feet. She was trembling now and just knew that Spot was gonna soak her.
"Spot!" Slick pulled his arm but he pushed her away.
"Since when did it become ok for you'se to be touchin' me goil? Eh?"
Spot took his hand off her shirt, grabbed her arm and began pulling her towards the nearest empty alley. Slick followed close behind trying to keep Spot from hurting Hook. They were maybe two feet into the alley when Spot shoved Hook up against the wall.
She didn't think. She just reacted and hit him. He was knocked over and when he looked up at her terrified face, he had a drop of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. He stood up and went to hit her but stopped when he heard Slick yell:
"Don't hit her!" He faced Slick and she put her hand up to her mouth. "Him." She tried to correct herself, "I meant him" Spot didn't listen. He walked over to Hook who was still trembling like crazy and pulled off her hat. Her reddish hair fell in cascades around her shoulders.
"You'se a goil?!" he cried, completely forgetting why he had been trying to soak her only moments ago. Hook nodded, a little calmer than before, now that it looked as though he wasn't going to hit her. "You'se been a goil dis whole time?" Spot asked stupidly.
"No Spot, I only jist turned into a goil when you'se took off my hat." Again, she didn't think and Spot made a move to hit her, but caught himself.
"You'se look familiar." He said and pulled her out of the alley into the light. "Where have I'se seen ya before?" he asked
"Jenna?!" Hook's bright blue eyes widened at the familiar voice. Her mother looked almost exactly as she had when Hook left, angry eyes and all. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" She accented each word as she glided over to where Hook, Spot and Slick stood. "Where. Have. You. Been? You. Father. Sister. And. I. Have. Been. Worried. SICK!" Her voice changed from angry to slightly whiny, "Come home!" she took her arm, to Hook's surprise. She would actually touch someone in streetrat's clothes.
"No!" She surprised herself by yelling and yanked her arm away, "I- I don't want to go with you."
"What are you talking about? I know how you feel, sweetie! You were angry at us for rightly punishing you and now you're embarassed for going to such extreme meaures." Her white-gloved hand reached out to tke her arm again, but Hook stepped back, anger filling her eyes.
"Obviously you don't understand! That's not why I left! I left because I was sick of the way you acted, I was sick of out lifestyle...I was sick of you." She was yelling now and people were starting to look over in their direction. Her mother tried to avoid having attention drawn to them by speaking a tad bit quieter than her daughter.
"Don't be silly, sweetie! Just come with me and we can go home and get you some...acceptable clothing." She stepped forward and reached out yet again. This time Hook didn't step back. Her mother enfolded her in a hug and began to walk away, her hand wrapped firmly around Hook's wrist, this time she wasn't getting away.
As they walked, she spoke to her daughter quietly so that only she could hear.
"You are the most selfish ignorant brat I have ever layed my eyes upon! You will not run away again. If there is a next time, when we get you back, which we will, you will not be allowed out of our sight." Her grip tightened and Hook looked back at Spot and Slick who looked just as surprised as her. "Do you hear me?" Hook nodded, or rather, JENNA nodded.
Spot's POV ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Did dat jist happen? I'se can't believe her muddah jist came up and took her. Can she do dat? Who is she? Where 'ave I seen 'er before? In da papers! No, before that...before...before. Boid? Was that Boid?'
"We can't let jist let 'er take 'er!" Slick's voice interupted my thoughts.
I nodded, "You'se right. But we can't jist go to 'er 'ouse and take 'er back. We needs a plan..."
(End POV)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sorry bout the shortliness of that chappie, it just seemed like it should end there, you agree? I would love reviews, but don't worry, even if there are no reviews I'll keep writing!
Going 'Home'
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Hook's morning had started out with panic and ended in jealousy. Seeing Slick and Spot togther like that had really wrenched her heart. She should have known this would happen, she had heard from EVERYONE the Spot was a total ladies man. Slick was good-looking and clearly enomored by Spot, so why shouldn't they get together?
'Maybe it's time to tell them I'se a girl. No! That's crazy! If I wants to be respected, they hafta think I'se a guy. That's all there is to it.'
"You ok?" Slick came up behind her, startling her. "You'se looked all thoughtful, I hope I wasn't interuptin' nuthin." She continued with a smile.
Hook forced a smile that she hoped looked genuine. "Nah, heah's ya quartah, I'se didn't quite get up to do window yet." She tossed her the quarter and faced the distribution window. Slick opened her mouth to say something else, but thought better of it. Within the next moment, Hook's turn had come and she handed over her quarter.
"Fifty papes." She said, and the man called back to the workers.
"Fifty papes!" Hook received her papers and waited as Slick got hers, then together they began to walk. Hook tried to reason with herself that there was no reason to be mad at Slick, after all; how was she supposed to know about Hook liking Spot?
"So are you'se Spot's new goil?" Hook asked Slick.
"Uh... yeah." Slick didn't seem like the type to blush, but she did.
Hook simply looked at her top paper"Young girl's body still not found, canibalism suspected!" news had been slow, and her picture was still on the front page of the newspaper. The real headline said, "Have you seen this girl?" Hook's version of the story seemed to sell better, because as soon as she was done yelling, a group of people came up to her and began buying papers.
"Hey! Hook, look at me for a sec and smile." Slick called to Hook and she obliged. "Now tilt you'se head a little. No, the other way." She then lifted up the paper and held it next to Hook's face. She studied both the picture and Hook for a moment. "It's you!" She proclaimed, "Somebody wants you'se back real bad Hook. We had a story about you in our paper back home. I'm guessing you'se a runaway, am I right?"
"Yeah, and I'm not going back."
"Was it dat bad?" Slick sat down on the curb, forgetting about selling her papers.
"Not really, I'se guess I jist got tired of the 'I'se bettah than all of you'se.' attitude that my family and all our 'friends' had. One night I came home late from a walk and they were all mad, so I left."
"At least you'se got a family." Slick mumbled.
"What happened to yours?" Hook, tilted her head as she had a habit of doing when asking a question.
"They jist up and left. I was playing at me friend's 'ouse and when I got home they were gone. No note, no nothing. They took almost everything wid 'em too. I slept on the floor in front of the door for maybe 5 days before I realized they weren't coming back. The next day I ran into an older boy and he took me to the lodgin' 'ouse. And that's the story of my life." Slick was almost crying now and Hook leaned in to hug her.
"Hey, it's ok. Don't cry!" Slick was crying into Hook's shoulder now, and neither of them saw Spot walking up looking very angry.
"Hey!" They both glanced up and realized what it must look like, with Hook seeming to be a boy. Spot grabbed Hook's collar and pulled her to her feet. She was trembling now and just knew that Spot was gonna soak her.
"Spot!" Slick pulled his arm but he pushed her away.
"Since when did it become ok for you'se to be touchin' me goil? Eh?"
Spot took his hand off her shirt, grabbed her arm and began pulling her towards the nearest empty alley. Slick followed close behind trying to keep Spot from hurting Hook. They were maybe two feet into the alley when Spot shoved Hook up against the wall.
She didn't think. She just reacted and hit him. He was knocked over and when he looked up at her terrified face, he had a drop of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. He stood up and went to hit her but stopped when he heard Slick yell:
"Don't hit her!" He faced Slick and she put her hand up to her mouth. "Him." She tried to correct herself, "I meant him" Spot didn't listen. He walked over to Hook who was still trembling like crazy and pulled off her hat. Her reddish hair fell in cascades around her shoulders.
"You'se a goil?!" he cried, completely forgetting why he had been trying to soak her only moments ago. Hook nodded, a little calmer than before, now that it looked as though he wasn't going to hit her. "You'se been a goil dis whole time?" Spot asked stupidly.
"No Spot, I only jist turned into a goil when you'se took off my hat." Again, she didn't think and Spot made a move to hit her, but caught himself.
"You'se look familiar." He said and pulled her out of the alley into the light. "Where have I'se seen ya before?" he asked
"Jenna?!" Hook's bright blue eyes widened at the familiar voice. Her mother looked almost exactly as she had when Hook left, angry eyes and all. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" She accented each word as she glided over to where Hook, Spot and Slick stood. "Where. Have. You. Been? You. Father. Sister. And. I. Have. Been. Worried. SICK!" Her voice changed from angry to slightly whiny, "Come home!" she took her arm, to Hook's surprise. She would actually touch someone in streetrat's clothes.
"No!" She surprised herself by yelling and yanked her arm away, "I- I don't want to go with you."
"What are you talking about? I know how you feel, sweetie! You were angry at us for rightly punishing you and now you're embarassed for going to such extreme meaures." Her white-gloved hand reached out to tke her arm again, but Hook stepped back, anger filling her eyes.
"Obviously you don't understand! That's not why I left! I left because I was sick of the way you acted, I was sick of out lifestyle...I was sick of you." She was yelling now and people were starting to look over in their direction. Her mother tried to avoid having attention drawn to them by speaking a tad bit quieter than her daughter.
"Don't be silly, sweetie! Just come with me and we can go home and get you some...acceptable clothing." She stepped forward and reached out yet again. This time Hook didn't step back. Her mother enfolded her in a hug and began to walk away, her hand wrapped firmly around Hook's wrist, this time she wasn't getting away.
As they walked, she spoke to her daughter quietly so that only she could hear.
"You are the most selfish ignorant brat I have ever layed my eyes upon! You will not run away again. If there is a next time, when we get you back, which we will, you will not be allowed out of our sight." Her grip tightened and Hook looked back at Spot and Slick who looked just as surprised as her. "Do you hear me?" Hook nodded, or rather, JENNA nodded.
Spot's POV ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Did dat jist happen? I'se can't believe her muddah jist came up and took her. Can she do dat? Who is she? Where 'ave I seen 'er before? In da papers! No, before that...before...before. Boid? Was that Boid?'
"We can't let jist let 'er take 'er!" Slick's voice interupted my thoughts.
I nodded, "You'se right. But we can't jist go to 'er 'ouse and take 'er back. We needs a plan..."
(End POV)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sorry bout the shortliness of that chappie, it just seemed like it should end there, you agree? I would love reviews, but don't worry, even if there are no reviews I'll keep writing!