Brooklyn's Heart
"Don't Leave"
CH 9
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A dark, thick fog swirled all around. No light came through to aid her. Kayla was lost and no one was able to help her.
She searched for miles and miles in the darkness. She didn't know what to do, where to go. Kayla's eyes were big and frightened, her arms clasped tightly around her, hugging herself, as if protecting her body from the cold. Though, it wasn't because of the chilly air she was in this condition; no, something was coming her way, minute by minute, nearing ever so closer.
Kayla whimpered, looking from side to side. It was here, but she couldn't see it. She couldn't run away from it, for she felt it or them all around. She was trapped. Then, there it was, slowly coming through the fog. It made no sound, as it floated through the darkness into her vision. It must have been floating, because Kayla had never seen anyone stride graceful enough to walk like that. More and more appeared, all dressed in rags, old shoes and shirts. Their arms dangled by their sides, as they gradually made their ways nearer to Kayla. What terrified her most was the way their eyes looked; lifeless orbs, void of anything that resembled existence.
Once they stopped, they were about 8 feet away. They stood motionless for a moment, watching her, and then the cluster of them in front of Kayla parted. Two people walked through, the two people Kayla thought she would never see again. She backed up in shock, but soon realizing more of "them" were behind her, she stood still. "Mum?" She whispered. "Da-Daddy?" she was unsure of what to do. Run to them, or run away.
They gradually made their way over to her till they were in reaching distance. They stared at her, as if waiting for something, but Kayla didn't know what, though. Her parent's eyes were just as everyone else's, but the only emotion they seemed to hold was pleading. True, unwavering 'begging' they held, silently asking her to help.
Kayla indeed wanted to help, to stop the intensifying look in their eyes. She didn't want to see the face of vulnerability in the people she loved. She reached for them, though as her hand neared them, they backed away. No steps were taken, so it appeared Kayla's parents were floating as well as the others did. She kept walking towards them but they kept retreating.
Kayla cried out once, quiet tears running down her face. Here they were, after years and years and she couldn't even get to them. Kayla now took slow steps forward, holding herself, as they backed away, softly whispering with each footstep, "Why? Come back, you can't leave me. Why?" With each word, she became irritated, trying to grasp the knowledge why her parents were deserting her, again. "Why, dammit! Tell me now why are you leaving me?"
"Because why should they stay when you left them as well."
Kayla knew that voice.
She froze in her tracks, eyes wide with shock. She counted to ten inside her head, calming down her intense emotions. She gradually turned around, stared at the speaker.
She gasped, though not by the alarm of seeing him, but the way he looked. His sandy, blond hair was hand brushed back, bangs falling into his eyes with his black hat gone from his head. He had regular newsie attire, but with the plaid shortsleeves rolled up, exposing muscled forearms. The top buttons were unfastened, revealing bronze solid skin. He also had a hold of his trademark cane, balancing it by grasping it in the middle, within his right hand, while the other hand was clenched tightly in a fist.
All together, Spot looked great.
But the thing that made Kayla breath even harder, and recoil farther than the crowd could make her do, were his eyes. The deep, dark blue that was reserved only for Kayla, was gone. Now shined a piercing silver color, containing such fierceness, Kayla shivered.
She took one step towards him. He didn't move. Kayla sighed, and then muttered in quiet shock, "Sp-Spot? What ar-are you doin here?"
"Look at them." He said with disgust in his voice, motioning to everyone around there, including her parents. His tone Kayla had never heard, or it was never used with her. "They need yer help, but you can't, can you? Ya'll just leave them. Just like you left yer parents. You wanna know why they left?" He paused for effect, making Kayla cower even more. "You left them. You could of helped but you left them there. You never deserved them!"
"No!" Kayla cried, "No. It- it wasn't my fault. It- I wasn't there. I could have-"
"Yea, ya could have, but you didn't. Thanks to you, they're dead." He made sure she heard the words 'have' and 'dead', making sure she understand their true meaning.
Kayla dropped to her knees, sobbing. "No, ya- ya don't gets its. I could- I mean... Ugh. No!" She dropped her head, muttering 'No' over and over again. She tried calming her emotions down, tried to stop the sobs raking through her body but it didn't happen. She didn't want Spot seeing her like this, but he was the one, responsible, telling her the exact things she told her self all of the years since that night. He was telling her the truth. It was because she was remembering him; it was why was acting this way. It's not my fault, she thought. It wasn't, he made her leave. If I had been there- but he made me leave. It was his fault. It was his fault. His fault. I could have saved them, but I wasn't. They should have lived.
Kayla slammed her clenched fists on the ground. "It was his fault!" she yelled repeatedly. "His fault. HIS fault. His god damn fault!" She looked up at him, eyes blazing, and cheeks red with hot tears, eyebrows forward with tension. "No. He did it. He made me leave. He DID IT!"
Spot's expression didn't even change. "You left em'." He turned sharply to the side, grabbing some one from by the arm. A blond girl came to him. She grinned at everyone as if she was the center of attention, but no one had glanced at her, or even gazed away from where they looked at Kayla from the beginning. Though, when her lifeless eyes focused on Kayla, she smirked. One hand was around Spot's waist, the other waved as she said in a singsong voice,
"Hi. I'm Angel. -(giggle)-. I'm Spot's new goil. -(giggle)-."
Kayla instantly was in shock. "No." she whispered. She began shaking, backing upon her hands and knees, away from them. Spot smirked also, looking down at Angel, holding her close. "Yea, meet my new goil. She's a pretty face, huh?" Angel smiled up at him, saying, "He promised he'd never leave me."
They sharply turned away, looking at each other lovingly, or lustfully, doesn't matter, which, both would make anyone sick. Kayla couldn't believe this. It couldn't be her Spot turning away from her.
Realization hit her as he became farther away by ach step. He was indeed leaving her. She screamed, "No! You promise that you'd never leave ME!"
Without even looking back, Spot said with a wave of a hand, "How would I know if you'd stay with me if you can't even be with your own parents. But, pretty face here, Angel, now she's a keeper; she wont be a problem for me."
Spot disappeared into the fog with sobbing screams following him. Kayla once again was left alone. She was in the center of the people again. They all stared at her, eyes filled with nothing, swaying back and forth slightly.
Kayla glanced at her parents. She tried reaching for them again, but they also walked away from her, returning back into the fog. She scrambled forward, crying for them to come back. But before she could get to the place where they stood, someone grabbed her ankle, making her fall face first into the ground. Behind her, one of the people had a hold of her. Then more limped up and took a hold of her.
Kayla kicked and screamed, trying to wrench herself away from them. But it was useless. They all had a strong grip on her.
They began dragging Kayla away, away from the direction Spot and her family disappeared to. Kayla looked for something to hold her back, keep her from being pulled away, but nothing was on the ground to aid her.
That was the last thing she remembered before she was pulled into the darkness,
"They always leave me."
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Kayla could feel them grabbing her again. She couldn't see them though hands were indeed shaking her. The arms tried to make her stop, but Kayla wouldn't stop kicking, and blocking herself.
"Baby." someone whispered. The voice triggered some familiarity but not enough to stop fighting when arms wrapped around her. The voice was persistent now when it said, "Baby. Wake up. Come on pretty face!
Now that made Kayla stop, gasping for air, shooting out of the bed, sitting up. She opened her eyes, breathing hard, trying to focus. When objects came into view, she sighed. She was in her own room, safe. A soft touch on her face made Kayla look to the side. Again, she gasped
Spot, her Spot, was sitting there, looking at her with blue eyes. Not silver, not harsh eyes, but the loving blue color that always was for her. But she also saw concern in them.
He was sitting up, one hand rested on her cheek, the other holding him self up for support. He had slept without his shirt on, so now Kayla saw his firm, tanned chest. He indeed had a great six-pack and she blushed when she realized she was gazing at them. His hair was tousled from his sleep, bangs again falling into his eyes. All together he looked great again, but even more when with his eyes shined like that.
Spot thumbed her cheek gently, bringing her out of her daze and said tenderly, "Ya had a nightmare. Ya were screamin." And then the visions of her dream surfaced, giving her emotions of hate, loneliness and despair. She gasped, feeling each of these deeply and forcefully. Kayla especially remembered how it felt when 'Spot' had left her. But it wasn't her Spot, no, it couldn't have been. He never would have said those things. And never would leave her. Would he?
She looked at him intensely. She needed to know he cared for her, needed her, and especially that he wouldn't leave her.
Kayla jumped at him, pulling his lips to hers. With her momentum him and his position, Spot had landed on top of her. She kissed him hard, immediately turning it passionately. At first he was shocked, but agreed whole-heartedly and kissed her back. She pleadingly asked him, begging to let her in, and he agreed by opening his mouth, letting their tongues duel together. They explored each with their tongues as well as their hands. She couldn't get enough of him; even after knowing he did care when she kissed him, she needed more. Again the addiction was there, the sweet dark chocolate and sweet brandy. She wanted more, she didn't know what though, just that she needed more of it.
Spot was in no better condition. She was driving him crazy, her hands doing evil things to his senses. He wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning. He began kissing her harder, hands more frantic in exploring. The passion taking over both of them, Spot lifted Kayla's shirt off, so she only wore her under things and she also was too deep into the kiss that she let him do it. But after a few minutes, coming back to reality, they stopped abruptly. Their breaths were ragged, gasping to return oxygen to their deprived lungs. They stared at each other, eyes black with desire before they calmed down their breath to usual.
When Spot was about to ask if she was all right, he was answered when he realized Kayla was crying softly. He brought up his hand and wiped them away, looking at her quizzically. He didn't like seeing her this way. "Please," he said softly, "Don't- Don't cry. I- "
"Promise."
It was said so quietly, Spot wasn't even sure he heard it but when he saw her lips move he knew what she said. He was confused, eyes filled with puzzlement and pity. "Promise what, baby?" he continued rubbing her cheek, trying to calm her down. But when a sob emerge from her pink lips, he shifted his body so he was more on top of her, holding her closer.
Kayla looked defeated. She couldn't accept another one deserting her, leaving her alone. Now, since she knew how it was to have Spot, having him in her life, she wouldn't be able to bear. In a quiet voice, filled with despair, she whispered, "Promise. Promise ya'll never leave me. I need- I need to know." She began crying even harder now. What if he did someday? Left her for another, another like 'Angel'?
Spot instantly understood. He brushed stray hairs from her face, smiling down at her, eyes full of love. "Pretty face, of course I will never leave you. I promised before and I promise you now. I will never leave you. I want to be with you forever, I cant even stand bein away from you for a few hours. Baby, you have to believe me. I don't know what brought this up again, but when I make a promise, I keep it. Never once have I gone back on one. I'll be with you forever."
He watched as her eyes filled with joy, tears poring over. She was absolutely beautiful. Chestnut brown hair with gold highlights, high cheekbones, silky soft skin. With the body of a goddess, he wondered why she would even stay with him. He was her angel, to help with his temper, showing him the good in this world. But now looking in her eyes, seeing her without her shirt on, no, she was no angel; she was a seductive siren. And if he ever had a say about it, she was his siren forever.
Kayla grinned a watery smile, trying to wash away her tears with the back of her hand, trying to show she was indeed happy. His words were so good, so undeniably wonderful. And she definitely knew he meant it when she watched his eyes. They were the windows to his soul, she realized. To see how he felt, she just had to look into them. Now they held unquestionable truth. Still crying softly, she pulled him down for a kiss. It was sweet, gentle, showing exactly how they felt for each other.
Love.
They gathered each other closer, content in the feeling the other held for them. They both settled down, Spot pulling Kayla securely to his chest, wrapping arms around her making sure she felt warm, safe and loved. And indeed she did.
Kayla sighed, then after a few moments floated off to a dreamless sleep. Spot stayed up for a while, watchin her, wondering what happened in her early life. Someone must have left her. He thought, for she keeps bringing up the impression not ta leave. That's the only ding dat could be it, couldn't it? What else happened back then? All these thoughts were running through his mind as he also drifted off to sleep. Though, the last thing he remembered was the three words he was dying to say. But it was too soon, he had to wait until she was ready to know, ready to accept and know that he indeed loved her.
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erinsailorditz
"Don't Leave"
CH 9
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A dark, thick fog swirled all around. No light came through to aid her. Kayla was lost and no one was able to help her.
She searched for miles and miles in the darkness. She didn't know what to do, where to go. Kayla's eyes were big and frightened, her arms clasped tightly around her, hugging herself, as if protecting her body from the cold. Though, it wasn't because of the chilly air she was in this condition; no, something was coming her way, minute by minute, nearing ever so closer.
Kayla whimpered, looking from side to side. It was here, but she couldn't see it. She couldn't run away from it, for she felt it or them all around. She was trapped. Then, there it was, slowly coming through the fog. It made no sound, as it floated through the darkness into her vision. It must have been floating, because Kayla had never seen anyone stride graceful enough to walk like that. More and more appeared, all dressed in rags, old shoes and shirts. Their arms dangled by their sides, as they gradually made their ways nearer to Kayla. What terrified her most was the way their eyes looked; lifeless orbs, void of anything that resembled existence.
Once they stopped, they were about 8 feet away. They stood motionless for a moment, watching her, and then the cluster of them in front of Kayla parted. Two people walked through, the two people Kayla thought she would never see again. She backed up in shock, but soon realizing more of "them" were behind her, she stood still. "Mum?" She whispered. "Da-Daddy?" she was unsure of what to do. Run to them, or run away.
They gradually made their way over to her till they were in reaching distance. They stared at her, as if waiting for something, but Kayla didn't know what, though. Her parent's eyes were just as everyone else's, but the only emotion they seemed to hold was pleading. True, unwavering 'begging' they held, silently asking her to help.
Kayla indeed wanted to help, to stop the intensifying look in their eyes. She didn't want to see the face of vulnerability in the people she loved. She reached for them, though as her hand neared them, they backed away. No steps were taken, so it appeared Kayla's parents were floating as well as the others did. She kept walking towards them but they kept retreating.
Kayla cried out once, quiet tears running down her face. Here they were, after years and years and she couldn't even get to them. Kayla now took slow steps forward, holding herself, as they backed away, softly whispering with each footstep, "Why? Come back, you can't leave me. Why?" With each word, she became irritated, trying to grasp the knowledge why her parents were deserting her, again. "Why, dammit! Tell me now why are you leaving me?"
"Because why should they stay when you left them as well."
Kayla knew that voice.
She froze in her tracks, eyes wide with shock. She counted to ten inside her head, calming down her intense emotions. She gradually turned around, stared at the speaker.
She gasped, though not by the alarm of seeing him, but the way he looked. His sandy, blond hair was hand brushed back, bangs falling into his eyes with his black hat gone from his head. He had regular newsie attire, but with the plaid shortsleeves rolled up, exposing muscled forearms. The top buttons were unfastened, revealing bronze solid skin. He also had a hold of his trademark cane, balancing it by grasping it in the middle, within his right hand, while the other hand was clenched tightly in a fist.
All together, Spot looked great.
But the thing that made Kayla breath even harder, and recoil farther than the crowd could make her do, were his eyes. The deep, dark blue that was reserved only for Kayla, was gone. Now shined a piercing silver color, containing such fierceness, Kayla shivered.
She took one step towards him. He didn't move. Kayla sighed, and then muttered in quiet shock, "Sp-Spot? What ar-are you doin here?"
"Look at them." He said with disgust in his voice, motioning to everyone around there, including her parents. His tone Kayla had never heard, or it was never used with her. "They need yer help, but you can't, can you? Ya'll just leave them. Just like you left yer parents. You wanna know why they left?" He paused for effect, making Kayla cower even more. "You left them. You could of helped but you left them there. You never deserved them!"
"No!" Kayla cried, "No. It- it wasn't my fault. It- I wasn't there. I could have-"
"Yea, ya could have, but you didn't. Thanks to you, they're dead." He made sure she heard the words 'have' and 'dead', making sure she understand their true meaning.
Kayla dropped to her knees, sobbing. "No, ya- ya don't gets its. I could- I mean... Ugh. No!" She dropped her head, muttering 'No' over and over again. She tried calming her emotions down, tried to stop the sobs raking through her body but it didn't happen. She didn't want Spot seeing her like this, but he was the one, responsible, telling her the exact things she told her self all of the years since that night. He was telling her the truth. It was because she was remembering him; it was why was acting this way. It's not my fault, she thought. It wasn't, he made her leave. If I had been there- but he made me leave. It was his fault. It was his fault. His fault. I could have saved them, but I wasn't. They should have lived.
Kayla slammed her clenched fists on the ground. "It was his fault!" she yelled repeatedly. "His fault. HIS fault. His god damn fault!" She looked up at him, eyes blazing, and cheeks red with hot tears, eyebrows forward with tension. "No. He did it. He made me leave. He DID IT!"
Spot's expression didn't even change. "You left em'." He turned sharply to the side, grabbing some one from by the arm. A blond girl came to him. She grinned at everyone as if she was the center of attention, but no one had glanced at her, or even gazed away from where they looked at Kayla from the beginning. Though, when her lifeless eyes focused on Kayla, she smirked. One hand was around Spot's waist, the other waved as she said in a singsong voice,
"Hi. I'm Angel. -(giggle)-. I'm Spot's new goil. -(giggle)-."
Kayla instantly was in shock. "No." she whispered. She began shaking, backing upon her hands and knees, away from them. Spot smirked also, looking down at Angel, holding her close. "Yea, meet my new goil. She's a pretty face, huh?" Angel smiled up at him, saying, "He promised he'd never leave me."
They sharply turned away, looking at each other lovingly, or lustfully, doesn't matter, which, both would make anyone sick. Kayla couldn't believe this. It couldn't be her Spot turning away from her.
Realization hit her as he became farther away by ach step. He was indeed leaving her. She screamed, "No! You promise that you'd never leave ME!"
Without even looking back, Spot said with a wave of a hand, "How would I know if you'd stay with me if you can't even be with your own parents. But, pretty face here, Angel, now she's a keeper; she wont be a problem for me."
Spot disappeared into the fog with sobbing screams following him. Kayla once again was left alone. She was in the center of the people again. They all stared at her, eyes filled with nothing, swaying back and forth slightly.
Kayla glanced at her parents. She tried reaching for them again, but they also walked away from her, returning back into the fog. She scrambled forward, crying for them to come back. But before she could get to the place where they stood, someone grabbed her ankle, making her fall face first into the ground. Behind her, one of the people had a hold of her. Then more limped up and took a hold of her.
Kayla kicked and screamed, trying to wrench herself away from them. But it was useless. They all had a strong grip on her.
They began dragging Kayla away, away from the direction Spot and her family disappeared to. Kayla looked for something to hold her back, keep her from being pulled away, but nothing was on the ground to aid her.
That was the last thing she remembered before she was pulled into the darkness,
"They always leave me."
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Kayla could feel them grabbing her again. She couldn't see them though hands were indeed shaking her. The arms tried to make her stop, but Kayla wouldn't stop kicking, and blocking herself.
"Baby." someone whispered. The voice triggered some familiarity but not enough to stop fighting when arms wrapped around her. The voice was persistent now when it said, "Baby. Wake up. Come on pretty face!
Now that made Kayla stop, gasping for air, shooting out of the bed, sitting up. She opened her eyes, breathing hard, trying to focus. When objects came into view, she sighed. She was in her own room, safe. A soft touch on her face made Kayla look to the side. Again, she gasped
Spot, her Spot, was sitting there, looking at her with blue eyes. Not silver, not harsh eyes, but the loving blue color that always was for her. But she also saw concern in them.
He was sitting up, one hand rested on her cheek, the other holding him self up for support. He had slept without his shirt on, so now Kayla saw his firm, tanned chest. He indeed had a great six-pack and she blushed when she realized she was gazing at them. His hair was tousled from his sleep, bangs again falling into his eyes. All together he looked great again, but even more when with his eyes shined like that.
Spot thumbed her cheek gently, bringing her out of her daze and said tenderly, "Ya had a nightmare. Ya were screamin." And then the visions of her dream surfaced, giving her emotions of hate, loneliness and despair. She gasped, feeling each of these deeply and forcefully. Kayla especially remembered how it felt when 'Spot' had left her. But it wasn't her Spot, no, it couldn't have been. He never would have said those things. And never would leave her. Would he?
She looked at him intensely. She needed to know he cared for her, needed her, and especially that he wouldn't leave her.
Kayla jumped at him, pulling his lips to hers. With her momentum him and his position, Spot had landed on top of her. She kissed him hard, immediately turning it passionately. At first he was shocked, but agreed whole-heartedly and kissed her back. She pleadingly asked him, begging to let her in, and he agreed by opening his mouth, letting their tongues duel together. They explored each with their tongues as well as their hands. She couldn't get enough of him; even after knowing he did care when she kissed him, she needed more. Again the addiction was there, the sweet dark chocolate and sweet brandy. She wanted more, she didn't know what though, just that she needed more of it.
Spot was in no better condition. She was driving him crazy, her hands doing evil things to his senses. He wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning. He began kissing her harder, hands more frantic in exploring. The passion taking over both of them, Spot lifted Kayla's shirt off, so she only wore her under things and she also was too deep into the kiss that she let him do it. But after a few minutes, coming back to reality, they stopped abruptly. Their breaths were ragged, gasping to return oxygen to their deprived lungs. They stared at each other, eyes black with desire before they calmed down their breath to usual.
When Spot was about to ask if she was all right, he was answered when he realized Kayla was crying softly. He brought up his hand and wiped them away, looking at her quizzically. He didn't like seeing her this way. "Please," he said softly, "Don't- Don't cry. I- "
"Promise."
It was said so quietly, Spot wasn't even sure he heard it but when he saw her lips move he knew what she said. He was confused, eyes filled with puzzlement and pity. "Promise what, baby?" he continued rubbing her cheek, trying to calm her down. But when a sob emerge from her pink lips, he shifted his body so he was more on top of her, holding her closer.
Kayla looked defeated. She couldn't accept another one deserting her, leaving her alone. Now, since she knew how it was to have Spot, having him in her life, she wouldn't be able to bear. In a quiet voice, filled with despair, she whispered, "Promise. Promise ya'll never leave me. I need- I need to know." She began crying even harder now. What if he did someday? Left her for another, another like 'Angel'?
Spot instantly understood. He brushed stray hairs from her face, smiling down at her, eyes full of love. "Pretty face, of course I will never leave you. I promised before and I promise you now. I will never leave you. I want to be with you forever, I cant even stand bein away from you for a few hours. Baby, you have to believe me. I don't know what brought this up again, but when I make a promise, I keep it. Never once have I gone back on one. I'll be with you forever."
He watched as her eyes filled with joy, tears poring over. She was absolutely beautiful. Chestnut brown hair with gold highlights, high cheekbones, silky soft skin. With the body of a goddess, he wondered why she would even stay with him. He was her angel, to help with his temper, showing him the good in this world. But now looking in her eyes, seeing her without her shirt on, no, she was no angel; she was a seductive siren. And if he ever had a say about it, she was his siren forever.
Kayla grinned a watery smile, trying to wash away her tears with the back of her hand, trying to show she was indeed happy. His words were so good, so undeniably wonderful. And she definitely knew he meant it when she watched his eyes. They were the windows to his soul, she realized. To see how he felt, she just had to look into them. Now they held unquestionable truth. Still crying softly, she pulled him down for a kiss. It was sweet, gentle, showing exactly how they felt for each other.
Love.
They gathered each other closer, content in the feeling the other held for them. They both settled down, Spot pulling Kayla securely to his chest, wrapping arms around her making sure she felt warm, safe and loved. And indeed she did.
Kayla sighed, then after a few moments floated off to a dreamless sleep. Spot stayed up for a while, watchin her, wondering what happened in her early life. Someone must have left her. He thought, for she keeps bringing up the impression not ta leave. That's the only ding dat could be it, couldn't it? What else happened back then? All these thoughts were running through his mind as he also drifted off to sleep. Though, the last thing he remembered was the three words he was dying to say. But it was too soon, he had to wait until she was ready to know, ready to accept and know that he indeed loved her.
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Review.
erinsailorditz