Brooklyn's Heart
"His Highness"
CH 12
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"Spot."
"Your Highness."
"Sir."
Kayla raised an eyebrow at all the titles Spot's newsies labeled him. As they walked into the Lodge house that afternoon, many newsies acknowledged Spot with a nod of their head. Spot just grinned down at her as he nodded back to his Newsies.
All the "rough" looking newsies were standing around the room; some sitting, some standing but all were watching their leader. Each and every one of them also had a serious face one, all stiff forms waiting silently for their King to direct them with any news.
Spot realized their looks and shook his head; his eyes becoming lifeless orbs, staring back at them all insensible.
"No news, boys." He said, slight anger tinting his voice. He could see Kayla look at him out of the corners of his eyes, puzzled but he still watched his Newsies. "No news from Bloods." He felt Kayla stiffen at that and pulled her closer to his side.
Spot watched the reaction of his newsies and saw them look down, hiding the anger in their eyes, and he also indeed noticed their clenched fists. They did not like how the rogue leader had treated their King's lady. Even if it was just a kiss, he deserved to pay. They also did not like how Bloods' newsies watched them. Most of the Brooklyn newsies had their selling spot's near Bronx's, and so they would see them everywhere . . . some hiding in dark ally's, some lurking behind corners snickering. Some of the Brooklyn newsies would try to lunge after them but the Bronx's Newsies would shout that they were on their own territory not theirs. So they had no right or reason to fight them.
Spot was just as irritated as his boys, though he was also grateful for the way they cared for Kayla. Spot had told them of Kayla when he first met her and they too, knew from the beginning she was special. She was most likely to be their next queen. When Spot came back to the lodge the next day after the meeting with Bronx, fuming mad, punching walls, cursing loudly, they knew Bloods had to pay.
Kayla took a look around the room, a small frown descending on her pink lips. Every newsie was glaring at the ground, with backs straight and shadowed faces. She didn't want to be the one to disturb this so called moment but seeing all these upset boys unnerved her. She nervously cleared her throat and instantly wished she didn't, for every boy looked at her, as if remembering she was there.
Spot grinned at Kayla, noticing the pink shade on her face. His smile turned proud when he looked at all his newsies, recalling why Kayla was here.
"Oh yea boys. I got good, good news. Duchess is gonna to be staying with for awhile."
The newsies, realizing this was a time to have a happy moment smiled and cheered. It was time for a definite change of mood, for obviously Kayla did not know what was goin on. And including their leader was silently hinting to them not to tell her any of it. They knew Duchess would like the cheering. And, like they all had quietly predicted to themselves, Kayla's cheeks began to show a tinge of red upon them.
"So that means ya guys gotta be extra nice, because she's gonna know where ya sleep and who knows what kind of torment she'll do during the night if ya piss her off." They all began laughing at this remark.
Kayla turned her head away from them to look at Spot. She smiled sarcastically at him, and whispered in his ear, "Very funny, Brooklyn. But what makes you think I'm gonna be staying here for a while, huh?"
Spot smirked at her and said in his Kingly tone with a nod of his head,
"Because I say so."
He added more emphasis at the part 'I', raising his eyebrows.
Kayla snorted at this with a roll of her eyes. She wagged a finger at him saying while narrowing her eyes.
"I don't think so Brooklyn." With that she stuck her tongue out at him and sharply turned and strolled out the door.
Spot laughed and waved his newsies off, signaling that they could do what they wanted now and ran after Kayla. She was walking down the street, arms folded across her chest with her pretty nose in the air. Spot chuckled at this as he quietly made his way up to her. He quickly grabbed her wrists from behind and crosswised them across her self so there was no way escaping from him.
Kayla gasped as she felt the person seize her from the rear. She then felt herself being pulled into an alley and around a corner, so in the end no one was around them. Her captor leaned against a wall with body held tightly to his. Hot, warm breath tingled her ear as he drew her closer. She gasped again as she came in contact with the hard chest even more. The hands that binded her were gentle yet strong, for she could indeed see the well-muscled arms.
Spot leaned forward and whispered, "See, I get what I want."
He grinned when he saw her reaction. She was mad, mad enough to struggle with in his grasp. He began laughing when she started growling, demanding to be released. Yes, this girl was a defiant spitfire. But she was his spitfire. Spot smirked at that thought. This beautiful girl was all his and nothing was going to change that not even her. He wanted her with him always and that was how it was going to be. She was indeed a little hard to control sometimes, like at the present moment, but it made it all for the better, for it was more fun that way, if ya know what I mean.
Kayla tried kicking herself out of Spot's grasp but he was too strong. She mentally kicked herself; she just had to have a strong boyfriend. But that thought made her stop abruptly. Boyfriend, she thought with a sigh.
Spot was her boyfriend, her man, and her protector. He was just hers. No one else's, not even that blonde bitch Angel. Once that girls face passed through her memory, she shuddered. Kayla didn't want to think of that now. It wasn't true. He had promised..but what if?
Damn it, she thought. Why couldn't she just trust him and believe what he said was the truth. A quiet voice in the back of her head whispered, because everyone else left, why wouldn't he. What reason would make him stay? Kayla let out a shuddered breath that she was holding and closed her eyes tightly.
The voice was right. Spot had no reason to stay. He would leave once he was done with her, just like the rest of them did. Spot, her Spot, was going to leave, desert her, and throw her away like a piece of scrap. A raged sob escaped her mouth before Kayla could do anything about it.
Spot stared in disbelief as he felt Kayla go limp in his arms. He stayed still as he could when he felt her change completely from the way she was acting a moment ago. What's goin on? he thought. What's happening? Is she all right? What the hell is dah matter? All these questions flew through Spot's mind but stopped immediately and his mind went blank thereafter.
Spot had heard the sob shatter through Kayla's small mouth. He instantly dropped her wrists and hastily turned her around so she was leaning against the wall and took her face in his hands. What he saw next almost made him release his hands and back away.
Kayla had glanced up at him but then abruptly averted her eyes elsewhere. However, that sudden glimpse had made Spot gasp and tighten his grip on her face.
Raw misery was in those eyes, so full of despair it would make anyone cry. Which was what Spot almost did. The helplessness look in her eyes, the way her lip quivered, the way her tiny body shuddered against his, it almost made Spot lose his control and start crying for her. He frowned sympathetically at her and shook his head slowly. "Stop. Don't look...that way. Baby, come on. Stop. Don't." But more sobs wracked through her body, even after Spot's gentle begging. It had just happened to make them worse.
Kayla wouldn't look at him. She would see the truth; see he didn't really want her. She would see the disgust in his eyes, the look of hatred in those piercing blue eyes. So it was why she wouldn't look at him, it was too hard to bear, again, the look of revulsion their eyes. It was just too hard.
A soft touch below her chin almost made her look up but she quickly locked her eyes to the ground. But then the touch grasped her chin in the fingers and pulled gently up. Kayla shook her head lightly and the fingers pulled more forcefully, however, they still held tenderness in their strength. Kayla heard a soft sigh above her then,
"Look at me."
She shook her head again and Spot said, with more pressure, in a tone that resembled when he would talk with troublesome newsies, "Now. I said look at me, Duchess." Kayla closed her eyes with a sigh but then slowly made her way up, so she was looking him in the eye.
It was her turn to gasp. It was care, respect, and sympathy that Kayla saw in his eyes. It wasn't hatefulness or any such thing like it. A tear rolled down her cheek and Spot brushed it away with the back of his knuckles.
"Baby, baby. What's wrong? Tell me please. I can't stand it when you're this way."
Kayla sadly shook her head again.
"Your supposed to laugh and yell at me, tell me I'm doing everything wrong."
They both laughed sadly and Kayla started to grin and Spot knew he was almost there, but not quite. He would just have to wait.
"Lets go out to dinner and we'll spend sometime together, just the two of us. Okay? How about that?" Kayla nodded, smiling softly while rubbing her tears away.
She grinned up at Spot, thankful that she didn't have to tell him anything at the moment. It would be too hard and he may not understand. Hopefully he would forget and she wouldn't have to tell him anything at all. But she mostly appreciated how Spot was treating her, as if she was a little girl that fell down and happened to get hurt. She was being treated as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered, she felt wanted and.. loved.
Spot gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her back into the empty street.
"I know the best place to eat. Ya'll love it. This old lady works there and always says I'm the cutest thing. And that's when I get the free food..." Kayla's laughter was heard as they turned the corner and down the street.
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"His Highness"
CH 12
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"Spot."
"Your Highness."
"Sir."
Kayla raised an eyebrow at all the titles Spot's newsies labeled him. As they walked into the Lodge house that afternoon, many newsies acknowledged Spot with a nod of their head. Spot just grinned down at her as he nodded back to his Newsies.
All the "rough" looking newsies were standing around the room; some sitting, some standing but all were watching their leader. Each and every one of them also had a serious face one, all stiff forms waiting silently for their King to direct them with any news.
Spot realized their looks and shook his head; his eyes becoming lifeless orbs, staring back at them all insensible.
"No news, boys." He said, slight anger tinting his voice. He could see Kayla look at him out of the corners of his eyes, puzzled but he still watched his Newsies. "No news from Bloods." He felt Kayla stiffen at that and pulled her closer to his side.
Spot watched the reaction of his newsies and saw them look down, hiding the anger in their eyes, and he also indeed noticed their clenched fists. They did not like how the rogue leader had treated their King's lady. Even if it was just a kiss, he deserved to pay. They also did not like how Bloods' newsies watched them. Most of the Brooklyn newsies had their selling spot's near Bronx's, and so they would see them everywhere . . . some hiding in dark ally's, some lurking behind corners snickering. Some of the Brooklyn newsies would try to lunge after them but the Bronx's Newsies would shout that they were on their own territory not theirs. So they had no right or reason to fight them.
Spot was just as irritated as his boys, though he was also grateful for the way they cared for Kayla. Spot had told them of Kayla when he first met her and they too, knew from the beginning she was special. She was most likely to be their next queen. When Spot came back to the lodge the next day after the meeting with Bronx, fuming mad, punching walls, cursing loudly, they knew Bloods had to pay.
Kayla took a look around the room, a small frown descending on her pink lips. Every newsie was glaring at the ground, with backs straight and shadowed faces. She didn't want to be the one to disturb this so called moment but seeing all these upset boys unnerved her. She nervously cleared her throat and instantly wished she didn't, for every boy looked at her, as if remembering she was there.
Spot grinned at Kayla, noticing the pink shade on her face. His smile turned proud when he looked at all his newsies, recalling why Kayla was here.
"Oh yea boys. I got good, good news. Duchess is gonna to be staying with for awhile."
The newsies, realizing this was a time to have a happy moment smiled and cheered. It was time for a definite change of mood, for obviously Kayla did not know what was goin on. And including their leader was silently hinting to them not to tell her any of it. They knew Duchess would like the cheering. And, like they all had quietly predicted to themselves, Kayla's cheeks began to show a tinge of red upon them.
"So that means ya guys gotta be extra nice, because she's gonna know where ya sleep and who knows what kind of torment she'll do during the night if ya piss her off." They all began laughing at this remark.
Kayla turned her head away from them to look at Spot. She smiled sarcastically at him, and whispered in his ear, "Very funny, Brooklyn. But what makes you think I'm gonna be staying here for a while, huh?"
Spot smirked at her and said in his Kingly tone with a nod of his head,
"Because I say so."
He added more emphasis at the part 'I', raising his eyebrows.
Kayla snorted at this with a roll of her eyes. She wagged a finger at him saying while narrowing her eyes.
"I don't think so Brooklyn." With that she stuck her tongue out at him and sharply turned and strolled out the door.
Spot laughed and waved his newsies off, signaling that they could do what they wanted now and ran after Kayla. She was walking down the street, arms folded across her chest with her pretty nose in the air. Spot chuckled at this as he quietly made his way up to her. He quickly grabbed her wrists from behind and crosswised them across her self so there was no way escaping from him.
Kayla gasped as she felt the person seize her from the rear. She then felt herself being pulled into an alley and around a corner, so in the end no one was around them. Her captor leaned against a wall with body held tightly to his. Hot, warm breath tingled her ear as he drew her closer. She gasped again as she came in contact with the hard chest even more. The hands that binded her were gentle yet strong, for she could indeed see the well-muscled arms.
Spot leaned forward and whispered, "See, I get what I want."
He grinned when he saw her reaction. She was mad, mad enough to struggle with in his grasp. He began laughing when she started growling, demanding to be released. Yes, this girl was a defiant spitfire. But she was his spitfire. Spot smirked at that thought. This beautiful girl was all his and nothing was going to change that not even her. He wanted her with him always and that was how it was going to be. She was indeed a little hard to control sometimes, like at the present moment, but it made it all for the better, for it was more fun that way, if ya know what I mean.
Kayla tried kicking herself out of Spot's grasp but he was too strong. She mentally kicked herself; she just had to have a strong boyfriend. But that thought made her stop abruptly. Boyfriend, she thought with a sigh.
Spot was her boyfriend, her man, and her protector. He was just hers. No one else's, not even that blonde bitch Angel. Once that girls face passed through her memory, she shuddered. Kayla didn't want to think of that now. It wasn't true. He had promised..but what if?
Damn it, she thought. Why couldn't she just trust him and believe what he said was the truth. A quiet voice in the back of her head whispered, because everyone else left, why wouldn't he. What reason would make him stay? Kayla let out a shuddered breath that she was holding and closed her eyes tightly.
The voice was right. Spot had no reason to stay. He would leave once he was done with her, just like the rest of them did. Spot, her Spot, was going to leave, desert her, and throw her away like a piece of scrap. A raged sob escaped her mouth before Kayla could do anything about it.
Spot stared in disbelief as he felt Kayla go limp in his arms. He stayed still as he could when he felt her change completely from the way she was acting a moment ago. What's goin on? he thought. What's happening? Is she all right? What the hell is dah matter? All these questions flew through Spot's mind but stopped immediately and his mind went blank thereafter.
Spot had heard the sob shatter through Kayla's small mouth. He instantly dropped her wrists and hastily turned her around so she was leaning against the wall and took her face in his hands. What he saw next almost made him release his hands and back away.
Kayla had glanced up at him but then abruptly averted her eyes elsewhere. However, that sudden glimpse had made Spot gasp and tighten his grip on her face.
Raw misery was in those eyes, so full of despair it would make anyone cry. Which was what Spot almost did. The helplessness look in her eyes, the way her lip quivered, the way her tiny body shuddered against his, it almost made Spot lose his control and start crying for her. He frowned sympathetically at her and shook his head slowly. "Stop. Don't look...that way. Baby, come on. Stop. Don't." But more sobs wracked through her body, even after Spot's gentle begging. It had just happened to make them worse.
Kayla wouldn't look at him. She would see the truth; see he didn't really want her. She would see the disgust in his eyes, the look of hatred in those piercing blue eyes. So it was why she wouldn't look at him, it was too hard to bear, again, the look of revulsion their eyes. It was just too hard.
A soft touch below her chin almost made her look up but she quickly locked her eyes to the ground. But then the touch grasped her chin in the fingers and pulled gently up. Kayla shook her head lightly and the fingers pulled more forcefully, however, they still held tenderness in their strength. Kayla heard a soft sigh above her then,
"Look at me."
She shook her head again and Spot said, with more pressure, in a tone that resembled when he would talk with troublesome newsies, "Now. I said look at me, Duchess." Kayla closed her eyes with a sigh but then slowly made her way up, so she was looking him in the eye.
It was her turn to gasp. It was care, respect, and sympathy that Kayla saw in his eyes. It wasn't hatefulness or any such thing like it. A tear rolled down her cheek and Spot brushed it away with the back of his knuckles.
"Baby, baby. What's wrong? Tell me please. I can't stand it when you're this way."
Kayla sadly shook her head again.
"Your supposed to laugh and yell at me, tell me I'm doing everything wrong."
They both laughed sadly and Kayla started to grin and Spot knew he was almost there, but not quite. He would just have to wait.
"Lets go out to dinner and we'll spend sometime together, just the two of us. Okay? How about that?" Kayla nodded, smiling softly while rubbing her tears away.
She grinned up at Spot, thankful that she didn't have to tell him anything at the moment. It would be too hard and he may not understand. Hopefully he would forget and she wouldn't have to tell him anything at all. But she mostly appreciated how Spot was treating her, as if she was a little girl that fell down and happened to get hurt. She was being treated as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered, she felt wanted and.. loved.
Spot gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her back into the empty street.
"I know the best place to eat. Ya'll love it. This old lady works there and always says I'm the cutest thing. And that's when I get the free food..." Kayla's laughter was heard as they turned the corner and down the street.
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