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I began walking out of the alley away from him, but he grabbed my arm and swiftly covered my mouth with his grubby hand. I elbowed him with my free arm and then turned to kick him where the sun didn't shine.
He hit me square in the face and I nearly flew across the alley and hit the window I had been listening at. My head was swimming, and the scene before my eyes wavered, I saw black spots blotch out parts of my peripheral vision. Then I heard shouts and a fight, but before I lost complete consciousness, I saw Spot in front of my face. "shit" I said and with that I fainted.
I woke up in familiar surroundings, oh crap, I thought as I looked around-I was in the third story room again. It was dark in the room, so either it was night time, or I was going blind. I doubted that I was losing my ability to see though. I sat up, and immediately laid back down, my head was pounding, perhaps from my miraculous fly across the alley and onto the brick wall and glass window. I was aching all over, and I suddenly had this extreme amount of pain in my stomach-I remembered, I hadn't eaten since yesterday dinner.
I saw that there wasn't anyone else in the room, but I doubted that they would leave me, the 'prisoner' of the 'newsies' alone for too long, even if I was unconscious.
I was soon proven correct when I heard soft steps out side my door, someone was pacing, ah, I thought, they put me on prison guard! Shall I just climb out the window again?
I took a deep breath and sat up again, I gripped my head in pain and tried to stand-it was agony. Sharp pains flew all the way from my toes to my fingertips, from my head to my abdomen, it seemed like my back was on fire. DANG how hard did he throw me around?
The answer was in the mirror, I looked at the body length mirror, and lifted my shirt up off of my back, I saw black and blue bruises all across my back.
Ow.
As soon as I noticed that I was wearing a shirt and pants again, I felt a sense of distrust, I know I didn't change my clothes.GOSH!
I leaned over on the windowsill and tried to push it up, but I heard a clank so I stopped pushing, besides-it hurt my shoulders.
I leaned as far as I could and saw cans tied to the window sill, CRAP, they had sealed me in, and even if I tried to go through the window, they would hear me! Damn that Spot, why did he have to figure out that it was me? GR!
I heard a hand turn the doorknob, and I decided I was getting out of here again, I was not staying to get beat up AGAIN. I lay down the mattress as silently as possible in the position I found myself awake in and closed my eyes almost all the way, enough to slightly see.
Someone entered the room and walked over to my bedside and sat down beside me. I took one look at his hand and I knew, oh crap, it's Spot Conlon. Why couldn't this boy just leave me alone! "Because ya kicked me twice and did that little numba' to me on me 'ead, and dat aint somethin' I go around lettin' go of so quick, even fer sich a poity goil as ya self."
What the hell? I drew in a sharp breath and opened my eyes, how did he know what I was thinking?
"Ya face got all screwy when ya saw me hand 'n cane"
I put up a pouty face, "I did not!" "You most coitainly did Blondie"
"Excuse me, Blondie? I believe I told you my name was Jade"
"You'se was lyin, and ya know it to"
"So what if I was? You big brute!"
He smirked and laughed, "Yea dat's me alright-da big brute o' Brooklyn!"
"You ARE!" I said and crossed my arms across my chest, and winced
"Dat boy did quite a numba on ya as well dough," he said with some compassion on his face, like the first night I saw him. His smile came back, "But we soaked him good, me 'n all a da newsies"
"What are newsies?" I asked inquisitively
Spot gave me a look like I was the stupidest girl on the planet, "Da newsies is da people dat bring you da news!"
I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment, "Oh," is all I said in response.
"Yea," he said softly, and brushing some of the hair out of my face softly with his hand.
"Yea." I said, I had to get out of here, before John, my cousin found me, I knew that my aunt and uncle hated me, but their idea of showing me that they hated me was kicking me out, finding me again, and pretending like I ran away so they could punish me unquestioned by their peers.
No matter how safe I felt, I knew that John would find me, no matter what alias I used as a name, no matter what disguise, he would find me, and then I would be in for it.
I closed my eyes and gathered my strength to do what I had to do, Spot was sitting on my right side, and his left hand was occupied with stroking my arm, which left his right hand to punch me with if I attacked.
I prepared to grab his left hand with my right hand and use my right leg to pull his feet out from under him and knock him to the floor. As soon as he felt me move my leg he stopped me with his hand on my leg.
"Don't even try it goily, whateva you are run'n from, ya aint gotta keep on run'n from it now, we can protect ya if ya need it." Spot said in a warning tone.
How had he known I was going to try to get away again?
"Look jist be straight with me, who are ya?" I thought about what I should say in response, he sounded sincere, but then, that might be just the reason I needed to keep the truth from him. John wasn't going to be very subtle trying to find me. He would beat up anyone who got in his way.
I looked into his eyes, and I couldn't lie to him, I felt paralyzed with fear, I couldn't tell him, but I wanted to so bad, the look in his eyes were becoming more painful to me than my bruises.
Hmm well this is the end of chapter 4.. review please! The more reviews I get..the more motivated it get! Thanks a bunch dolls! (
I began walking out of the alley away from him, but he grabbed my arm and swiftly covered my mouth with his grubby hand. I elbowed him with my free arm and then turned to kick him where the sun didn't shine.
He hit me square in the face and I nearly flew across the alley and hit the window I had been listening at. My head was swimming, and the scene before my eyes wavered, I saw black spots blotch out parts of my peripheral vision. Then I heard shouts and a fight, but before I lost complete consciousness, I saw Spot in front of my face. "shit" I said and with that I fainted.
I woke up in familiar surroundings, oh crap, I thought as I looked around-I was in the third story room again. It was dark in the room, so either it was night time, or I was going blind. I doubted that I was losing my ability to see though. I sat up, and immediately laid back down, my head was pounding, perhaps from my miraculous fly across the alley and onto the brick wall and glass window. I was aching all over, and I suddenly had this extreme amount of pain in my stomach-I remembered, I hadn't eaten since yesterday dinner.
I saw that there wasn't anyone else in the room, but I doubted that they would leave me, the 'prisoner' of the 'newsies' alone for too long, even if I was unconscious.
I was soon proven correct when I heard soft steps out side my door, someone was pacing, ah, I thought, they put me on prison guard! Shall I just climb out the window again?
I took a deep breath and sat up again, I gripped my head in pain and tried to stand-it was agony. Sharp pains flew all the way from my toes to my fingertips, from my head to my abdomen, it seemed like my back was on fire. DANG how hard did he throw me around?
The answer was in the mirror, I looked at the body length mirror, and lifted my shirt up off of my back, I saw black and blue bruises all across my back.
Ow.
As soon as I noticed that I was wearing a shirt and pants again, I felt a sense of distrust, I know I didn't change my clothes.GOSH!
I leaned over on the windowsill and tried to push it up, but I heard a clank so I stopped pushing, besides-it hurt my shoulders.
I leaned as far as I could and saw cans tied to the window sill, CRAP, they had sealed me in, and even if I tried to go through the window, they would hear me! Damn that Spot, why did he have to figure out that it was me? GR!
I heard a hand turn the doorknob, and I decided I was getting out of here again, I was not staying to get beat up AGAIN. I lay down the mattress as silently as possible in the position I found myself awake in and closed my eyes almost all the way, enough to slightly see.
Someone entered the room and walked over to my bedside and sat down beside me. I took one look at his hand and I knew, oh crap, it's Spot Conlon. Why couldn't this boy just leave me alone! "Because ya kicked me twice and did that little numba' to me on me 'ead, and dat aint somethin' I go around lettin' go of so quick, even fer sich a poity goil as ya self."
What the hell? I drew in a sharp breath and opened my eyes, how did he know what I was thinking?
"Ya face got all screwy when ya saw me hand 'n cane"
I put up a pouty face, "I did not!" "You most coitainly did Blondie"
"Excuse me, Blondie? I believe I told you my name was Jade"
"You'se was lyin, and ya know it to"
"So what if I was? You big brute!"
He smirked and laughed, "Yea dat's me alright-da big brute o' Brooklyn!"
"You ARE!" I said and crossed my arms across my chest, and winced
"Dat boy did quite a numba on ya as well dough," he said with some compassion on his face, like the first night I saw him. His smile came back, "But we soaked him good, me 'n all a da newsies"
"What are newsies?" I asked inquisitively
Spot gave me a look like I was the stupidest girl on the planet, "Da newsies is da people dat bring you da news!"
I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment, "Oh," is all I said in response.
"Yea," he said softly, and brushing some of the hair out of my face softly with his hand.
"Yea." I said, I had to get out of here, before John, my cousin found me, I knew that my aunt and uncle hated me, but their idea of showing me that they hated me was kicking me out, finding me again, and pretending like I ran away so they could punish me unquestioned by their peers.
No matter how safe I felt, I knew that John would find me, no matter what alias I used as a name, no matter what disguise, he would find me, and then I would be in for it.
I closed my eyes and gathered my strength to do what I had to do, Spot was sitting on my right side, and his left hand was occupied with stroking my arm, which left his right hand to punch me with if I attacked.
I prepared to grab his left hand with my right hand and use my right leg to pull his feet out from under him and knock him to the floor. As soon as he felt me move my leg he stopped me with his hand on my leg.
"Don't even try it goily, whateva you are run'n from, ya aint gotta keep on run'n from it now, we can protect ya if ya need it." Spot said in a warning tone.
How had he known I was going to try to get away again?
"Look jist be straight with me, who are ya?" I thought about what I should say in response, he sounded sincere, but then, that might be just the reason I needed to keep the truth from him. John wasn't going to be very subtle trying to find me. He would beat up anyone who got in his way.
I looked into his eyes, and I couldn't lie to him, I felt paralyzed with fear, I couldn't tell him, but I wanted to so bad, the look in his eyes were becoming more painful to me than my bruises.
Hmm well this is the end of chapter 4.. review please! The more reviews I get..the more motivated it get! Thanks a bunch dolls! (