Spot's Milkshake
Chapter Thirteen: chapter 13 (sorry couldnt think of anything..if u have suggestions please tell me!)
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies, or Medda! I do own the Dunstans, Gregory Foster, Brandie Foster, and Cellophane.
I had been standing at the door for at least an hour. People gawked at me and shook my hand. The men kissed it, just as Frederick had done to me. I wasn't really all there. I was in my own little dreamland, where I would see Spot or Race, or Jack, or Snicker, or Sniff, or even Harold come walking through the door, dressed in his finest, come to take me home. I would apologize to Frederick profusely, and even invite him along to be a newsie. To his family, I would laugh in their faces. I would pick Rae up in my arms and carry her all the way to Brooklyn. But that was only a dream. It wasn't going to happen. They had no idea that I was there. Which was all the more reason that I had to talk to Medda.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." An elderly lady took my hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you too." I said, almost through clenched teeth. By now it was only me and Frederick at the door. The two older Dunstans had left to play their part as host and hostess, and Rae had run off somewhere.
"When will dese people stop comin'?" I asked irritably.
"They have another 15 minutes to get here." He whispered back to me, shaking the hand of a girl his own age. She didn't seem interested in him, which disappointed me. I would have easily given him up.
The 15 minutes passed slowly, and I could have sworn it was another 40, but I didn't say anything. Frederick escorted me into the dining room, and pulled my chair out for me and then pushed it back in as I sat down. Once everyone had been seated at the long, narrow table, Emory said grace and then clapped his hands, signaling some caters to bring out the food. On big silver platters, our food came. I hadn't had this much food, nor had I seen this much food for the longest time. At least 6 months. My mouth began to water as I continued to stare at the luscious food. As one of the servants placed my food in front of me I thanked him.
"We don't normally talk to the help." Rae whispered to me. I'm sure I looked startled, but I nodded.
The meal was absolutely delicious. I savored every bit, fearing I wouldn't eat this well for awhile. In the back of my mind I knew I would be eating like this for a long time, but I decided to ignore that fact. There 3 courses, and by the end of the second, I felt like I was going to burst. I had never eaten so much in one serving.
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"I'm starvin'." Snicker complained that night.
"Conlon is out lookin' fer a place dat we can afford tanight." Harold reminded him.
"He's been gone fer at least an hour or two. I should jus' go look fer meself." Snicker rose from the floor, but Sniff pulled him back down.
"Hey, hey, hey! We ain't goin' nowhere." He told the hungry room. "We'se is gonna hafta live wit dis whole window problem fer awhile. Dis is da only way ta fix it. We agreed dat we'd miss a few meals. Now c'mon Conlon's neva failed before he'll be back."
The truth was that the leader of Brooklyn had found them a place that would provide them with some kind of edible food an hour ago. He had simply wanted to be alone. It would have probably been wiser to have gone back to the lodging house sooner, but he didn't. Instead, he wandered around until he found his way to the docks. This was the first place he had seen Brandie. He wasn't paying attention to who Harold was picking on, as long as it didn't spark a fight, which it usually did. He didn't consider this a fight though. A feisty girl had punched Harold in the eye, making him fall backwards, falling into the harbor. It was certainly a sight. She had confidently turned around and waved to the weak applause behind her. She had looked right at him too, still not knowing who he was. Then he remembered seeing the same girl at the distribution office. Then again on the streets. She had bought 3 papes from him, just to get them off his hands. That girl ended up being none other then Brandie.
He smiled to himself. Those had been the days. Now if only this idiot would leave and she could come back. He still had no idea why they had sent her away, but he reasoned that she would be safer. He watched how the moonlight sparkled off of the water. It was beautiful. He wished Brandie were here now, but of course, she wasn't.
Finally, he brought himself to go back to the lodging house and give the boys some food.
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After dinner, Medda sang a song or two. I wasn't really listening. I was planing out everything I would say in my head. So far I hadn't gotten anywhere. I couldn't tell her that the marriage was against my will. She was really good friends with this family and I'm sure she would be offended, or she would tell them that that's how I felt. The time finally came, when the Dunstan family and most of the guests had left the room in which Medda was, I acted.
"You sing beautifully." I commented. I had to start the conversation somehow.
"Why thank you." She smiled appreciatively. I took a deep breath.
"I was wondering if you could give a message to Jack Kelly?" I started, hoping she knew who I was talking about. She had to back turned away from me, but instantly turned around when I said that.
"What kind of message kiddo?" She asked.
"Well, could you tell him that Brandie said hi and that she misses him and everyone else?" I asked nervously.
"I'm sure I could." She smiled again, then turned back around. I walked away slowly. I wish I would have had the guts to say more, but I didn't. Hi would have to be good enough for them.
The party lasted another 3 hours. In the midst of it, the engagement was announced, and I think I hugged more people in those last few hours than in my entire life. I showed off the ring too. So many people, mostly ladies, wanted to see it. They told me how lucky I was, and a couple girls my age told me that they were jealous and would do anything to marry him. I almost told them that they could take my place any day, but stopped myself. It's not fair how people like myself got something like this, when all they really want is to be living on the streets with their friends, and other people, like these girls, want something that I have, but they don't get it. I would have gladly given it to them. I would rather live on the streets and be happy then to live in a big house with a rich family and be unhappy.
When the last guest finally left, Adelaide addressed me.
"Tomorrow we will begin plans for the wedding. I want to start promptly at 8:00. I expect you down here at 10 minutes till that time. Is that clear?" She asked. I nodded numbly. Who did she think she was telling me what to do? Why was it so important that we start planning if the wedding wasn't going to be for another 2 years? I would find out in the morning.
My bed was extremely comfortable. I slept like a baby, and would have been late for the wedding planning thingy if one of the servants hadn't have woken me up. I thanked her profusely, as I chose one of the casual dresses my father had bought for me the day before.
"It's alright dat I wear dis righ'?" I asked her, as she was dusting my room. "I mean, should I go fancier?"
"No miss. This is just fine for today." She answered, barely looking up from her work. Instead of choosing a new necklace to wear, I wore the cross necklace that I treasured so dearly. The dress was actually prettier and nicer than any dress I had worn minus the dress I wore last night. It was considered casual, but for me I felt out of place in it. "Better hurry miss, breakfast will be served to you." She told me, ushering me down the steps so I wouldn't be late.
Adelaide was already sitting at the dining table. Frederick wasn't there yet, neither was Emory, or my father. Rae came in at almost the exact time as I did. Adelaide smiled as we sat down.
"Let's just get this done within the next few days, and then we can enjoy our trip without having to fret over wedding details." She explained.
"If I may, when are we leavin'?" I asked.
"A few weeks. Now, we can start before they get here. I need to know how many people you think will be coming from your side." She told me, taking hold of a piece of paper and quill so she could write down the number. I stared in shock. She must not know that I had absolutely no friends that I was going to invite. I could send an invitation to Troy and hope to God that he would come.
"Well, I, I don't really know." This time she stared at me in shock.
"Come on dear, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas, grandpas, anyone." She prompted. I thought hard. My grandmother had disowned my mom when she married my father, out of lust of course. My grandpa was already dead, and I had no clue who my dads parents were. My dad was an only child, and I always thought my mom was too. Not like my mother's brothers and sisters would want to come see their niece be married. If I had no aunts and uncles, then I had no cousins. I had no friends other than Arch. I had New York. I had Spot Conlon. I had Jack Kelly, Mush, Racetrack, Sniff, Smalls, Snicker, and even Harold. I didn't think that it would be right for them to come to my wedding. It would only be mocking them really. Spot had already confessed that he loved me. Why on earth would I invite him to my wedding?
"I can only think of one." I said without shame.
"Only one? Who?" She asked, appalled.
"My childhood friend, Archie Amherst." I answered.
"Alright." She said hesitantly. "Your mother won't be coming? We could easily send a message to her in England and tell her the great news." She told me. At first I wanted to hit her for talking about my mother coming to my wedding. Then I realized that this was a perfect opportunity to reveal the real man my father was.
"My mother is dead. She died when I was 5 years old." I replied calmly, waiting for the perfect moment.
"There must be some mistake darling. Your father told me that she was in England. She lives there you know." The fact was I didn't know. I had never heard just an outlandish thing.
"My mudda was shot when I was five by a drunken fool. In fact he wasn't drunk dat night. He jus' fucking shot her!" I screamed. I quickly put my hand over my mouth and dashed out of the room. Adelaide looked as if she had just died. I ran up the stairs and into my room as fast as I could. How could I be such a fool? This would not cancel the engagement, not by a long shot. This would only make her look down on me. Perfect. Just what I needed. I jumped on my bed, crying. The maid was still there. She looked surprised to see me. I wouldn't blame her.
"Is there something wrong Miss Brandie?" She asked me.
"Yeah, yeah dere is. I jus' totally screwed up. I can't do dis. Dis isn't me. I can't live a lie da rest of my life. Help me! I would run away, far away, but my fadda would come after me an' den I would be in deep shit." I clasped my hand over my mouth again. "See, I can't jus' stop. It's jus' who I am." I cried into the satin pillow.
"Miss Brandie, I'm sure the family will understand." She tried to comfort me.
"The family maybe. But not Adelaide, or my father. What's your name?" I asked her. If I was going to have a conversation with her, I needed to know her name. She blushed when I asked her this.
"I don't go by me real name miss. The other servants in the servants quarters call me Cellophane because everyone looks right through me." She blushed again, smiling slightly. Before I could answer her, my dad stormed through the door.
"What do ya tink ya were doin'?" He hollered. Cellophane crept out the door. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled my face close to his, yelling louder than ever. "Wha' are ya playin' at goil?! Dis could cost ya everything! Every thought of dat?" He spat in my face.
"They'll hear ya! They'll hear ya an' know your only doin' dis fer money. When I die, you ain't gettin' any of it!" I shouted back at him.
"If ya keep dis act up you'll be dead sooner den later!" He yelled back, shoving me onto my bed. He lunged at me, but I ran through his legs, and out the door. Once in the hallway, I yelled to Cellophane.
"Where's the servants quarters?" I asked, still running as he came sprinting out of my bedroom.
"Down the stairs, take a left, then a right. It's on the far end of the house." She shouted after me, jumping out of the way of my father. I picked up my dress, and kicked off my shoes. Huge mistake. Halfway down the hall I felt something hard hit me in the back. I turned around just in time to see a shoe flying out my head. My father had picked up my shoes and had hurled them at me. I ran faster, taking a slight detour through I room I had not discovered yet. Running as fast as I could, I followed the directions that Cellophane had given me. "You're digging your own grave Brandie!" He yelled after me. I turned around to see him run to the kitchen. This didn't stop me though, I continued to run faster, until I finally reached the servants quarters. I bolted through the door, out of breath. I received many odd stares from the servants.
"Um, hello!" I waved. It was just like the time I waved to the Brooklyn newsies at the docks. This brought a smile to my face instead of tearful memories to my mind. "I'm Brandie Foster, nice to meet you all!" I smiled at them. None of the stares changed.
"May we help you miss?" A boy that looked slightly older than me asked. I sat down on one of their beds.
"No. I was jus' runnin' from me fadda." I sighed, stretching out on the bed.
"The masters don't usually talk to us, let alone visit us in here." A young girl Rae's age explained. That told me everything, all the odd stares.
"Why not? Ya people are humans too ain't ya?" I asked, looking up at them. They all nodded. "Den I don't see no problem wit it." I assured them. Somehow I actually got them to talk to me. It was a rather interesting conversation. They were telling me about the family and how phoney my father would act in front of the Dunstans. I was laughing when the door burst open, revealing my father, knife in hand.
"Come here you stupid, stupid fool!" He lunged at me. I quickly jumped up in fear, not having enough time to wave to my newly found friends. I ran for my life, literally. He was seriously going to murder me. I knew I couldn't run around this forsaken house much longer, instead, I knew I would have a better chance escaping in the streets. This was my chance. For some strange reason, I looked at this situation happily. I could run out of here, and somehow go back to New York, after throwing my father in jail for attempted murder, just like Troy.
a/n
A little shorter than most of my chapters, and ended suddenly I know. Hopefully you are in suspense. I am sorry for the sudden ending of this chapter, but I wanted to give you all something to read. I did in fact start a new story, and need to update that one, and I also should finish a songfic that I started, but I am rather busy at the moment.
You see I was asked to write the script for a movie entitled "Dracula" the title may change later. I am the screenwriter, co-producer, and co- director, as well as one of the leading roles in the movie. I am also being swamped with end of the year projects, and then of course finals. There is also an idea for a new story that may include a casting call that is nagging at my mind. I want to start it soon, but I have been so busy. Hopefully the next chapter will be done soon, but as you can tell I am extremely busy, and will do my best to complete it quickly! Thanks for your support, and as usual, the regular shout-outs!
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Chapter Thirteen: chapter 13 (sorry couldnt think of anything..if u have suggestions please tell me!)
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies, or Medda! I do own the Dunstans, Gregory Foster, Brandie Foster, and Cellophane.
I had been standing at the door for at least an hour. People gawked at me and shook my hand. The men kissed it, just as Frederick had done to me. I wasn't really all there. I was in my own little dreamland, where I would see Spot or Race, or Jack, or Snicker, or Sniff, or even Harold come walking through the door, dressed in his finest, come to take me home. I would apologize to Frederick profusely, and even invite him along to be a newsie. To his family, I would laugh in their faces. I would pick Rae up in my arms and carry her all the way to Brooklyn. But that was only a dream. It wasn't going to happen. They had no idea that I was there. Which was all the more reason that I had to talk to Medda.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." An elderly lady took my hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you too." I said, almost through clenched teeth. By now it was only me and Frederick at the door. The two older Dunstans had left to play their part as host and hostess, and Rae had run off somewhere.
"When will dese people stop comin'?" I asked irritably.
"They have another 15 minutes to get here." He whispered back to me, shaking the hand of a girl his own age. She didn't seem interested in him, which disappointed me. I would have easily given him up.
The 15 minutes passed slowly, and I could have sworn it was another 40, but I didn't say anything. Frederick escorted me into the dining room, and pulled my chair out for me and then pushed it back in as I sat down. Once everyone had been seated at the long, narrow table, Emory said grace and then clapped his hands, signaling some caters to bring out the food. On big silver platters, our food came. I hadn't had this much food, nor had I seen this much food for the longest time. At least 6 months. My mouth began to water as I continued to stare at the luscious food. As one of the servants placed my food in front of me I thanked him.
"We don't normally talk to the help." Rae whispered to me. I'm sure I looked startled, but I nodded.
The meal was absolutely delicious. I savored every bit, fearing I wouldn't eat this well for awhile. In the back of my mind I knew I would be eating like this for a long time, but I decided to ignore that fact. There 3 courses, and by the end of the second, I felt like I was going to burst. I had never eaten so much in one serving.
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"I'm starvin'." Snicker complained that night.
"Conlon is out lookin' fer a place dat we can afford tanight." Harold reminded him.
"He's been gone fer at least an hour or two. I should jus' go look fer meself." Snicker rose from the floor, but Sniff pulled him back down.
"Hey, hey, hey! We ain't goin' nowhere." He told the hungry room. "We'se is gonna hafta live wit dis whole window problem fer awhile. Dis is da only way ta fix it. We agreed dat we'd miss a few meals. Now c'mon Conlon's neva failed before he'll be back."
The truth was that the leader of Brooklyn had found them a place that would provide them with some kind of edible food an hour ago. He had simply wanted to be alone. It would have probably been wiser to have gone back to the lodging house sooner, but he didn't. Instead, he wandered around until he found his way to the docks. This was the first place he had seen Brandie. He wasn't paying attention to who Harold was picking on, as long as it didn't spark a fight, which it usually did. He didn't consider this a fight though. A feisty girl had punched Harold in the eye, making him fall backwards, falling into the harbor. It was certainly a sight. She had confidently turned around and waved to the weak applause behind her. She had looked right at him too, still not knowing who he was. Then he remembered seeing the same girl at the distribution office. Then again on the streets. She had bought 3 papes from him, just to get them off his hands. That girl ended up being none other then Brandie.
He smiled to himself. Those had been the days. Now if only this idiot would leave and she could come back. He still had no idea why they had sent her away, but he reasoned that she would be safer. He watched how the moonlight sparkled off of the water. It was beautiful. He wished Brandie were here now, but of course, she wasn't.
Finally, he brought himself to go back to the lodging house and give the boys some food.
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After dinner, Medda sang a song or two. I wasn't really listening. I was planing out everything I would say in my head. So far I hadn't gotten anywhere. I couldn't tell her that the marriage was against my will. She was really good friends with this family and I'm sure she would be offended, or she would tell them that that's how I felt. The time finally came, when the Dunstan family and most of the guests had left the room in which Medda was, I acted.
"You sing beautifully." I commented. I had to start the conversation somehow.
"Why thank you." She smiled appreciatively. I took a deep breath.
"I was wondering if you could give a message to Jack Kelly?" I started, hoping she knew who I was talking about. She had to back turned away from me, but instantly turned around when I said that.
"What kind of message kiddo?" She asked.
"Well, could you tell him that Brandie said hi and that she misses him and everyone else?" I asked nervously.
"I'm sure I could." She smiled again, then turned back around. I walked away slowly. I wish I would have had the guts to say more, but I didn't. Hi would have to be good enough for them.
The party lasted another 3 hours. In the midst of it, the engagement was announced, and I think I hugged more people in those last few hours than in my entire life. I showed off the ring too. So many people, mostly ladies, wanted to see it. They told me how lucky I was, and a couple girls my age told me that they were jealous and would do anything to marry him. I almost told them that they could take my place any day, but stopped myself. It's not fair how people like myself got something like this, when all they really want is to be living on the streets with their friends, and other people, like these girls, want something that I have, but they don't get it. I would have gladly given it to them. I would rather live on the streets and be happy then to live in a big house with a rich family and be unhappy.
When the last guest finally left, Adelaide addressed me.
"Tomorrow we will begin plans for the wedding. I want to start promptly at 8:00. I expect you down here at 10 minutes till that time. Is that clear?" She asked. I nodded numbly. Who did she think she was telling me what to do? Why was it so important that we start planning if the wedding wasn't going to be for another 2 years? I would find out in the morning.
My bed was extremely comfortable. I slept like a baby, and would have been late for the wedding planning thingy if one of the servants hadn't have woken me up. I thanked her profusely, as I chose one of the casual dresses my father had bought for me the day before.
"It's alright dat I wear dis righ'?" I asked her, as she was dusting my room. "I mean, should I go fancier?"
"No miss. This is just fine for today." She answered, barely looking up from her work. Instead of choosing a new necklace to wear, I wore the cross necklace that I treasured so dearly. The dress was actually prettier and nicer than any dress I had worn minus the dress I wore last night. It was considered casual, but for me I felt out of place in it. "Better hurry miss, breakfast will be served to you." She told me, ushering me down the steps so I wouldn't be late.
Adelaide was already sitting at the dining table. Frederick wasn't there yet, neither was Emory, or my father. Rae came in at almost the exact time as I did. Adelaide smiled as we sat down.
"Let's just get this done within the next few days, and then we can enjoy our trip without having to fret over wedding details." She explained.
"If I may, when are we leavin'?" I asked.
"A few weeks. Now, we can start before they get here. I need to know how many people you think will be coming from your side." She told me, taking hold of a piece of paper and quill so she could write down the number. I stared in shock. She must not know that I had absolutely no friends that I was going to invite. I could send an invitation to Troy and hope to God that he would come.
"Well, I, I don't really know." This time she stared at me in shock.
"Come on dear, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas, grandpas, anyone." She prompted. I thought hard. My grandmother had disowned my mom when she married my father, out of lust of course. My grandpa was already dead, and I had no clue who my dads parents were. My dad was an only child, and I always thought my mom was too. Not like my mother's brothers and sisters would want to come see their niece be married. If I had no aunts and uncles, then I had no cousins. I had no friends other than Arch. I had New York. I had Spot Conlon. I had Jack Kelly, Mush, Racetrack, Sniff, Smalls, Snicker, and even Harold. I didn't think that it would be right for them to come to my wedding. It would only be mocking them really. Spot had already confessed that he loved me. Why on earth would I invite him to my wedding?
"I can only think of one." I said without shame.
"Only one? Who?" She asked, appalled.
"My childhood friend, Archie Amherst." I answered.
"Alright." She said hesitantly. "Your mother won't be coming? We could easily send a message to her in England and tell her the great news." She told me. At first I wanted to hit her for talking about my mother coming to my wedding. Then I realized that this was a perfect opportunity to reveal the real man my father was.
"My mother is dead. She died when I was 5 years old." I replied calmly, waiting for the perfect moment.
"There must be some mistake darling. Your father told me that she was in England. She lives there you know." The fact was I didn't know. I had never heard just an outlandish thing.
"My mudda was shot when I was five by a drunken fool. In fact he wasn't drunk dat night. He jus' fucking shot her!" I screamed. I quickly put my hand over my mouth and dashed out of the room. Adelaide looked as if she had just died. I ran up the stairs and into my room as fast as I could. How could I be such a fool? This would not cancel the engagement, not by a long shot. This would only make her look down on me. Perfect. Just what I needed. I jumped on my bed, crying. The maid was still there. She looked surprised to see me. I wouldn't blame her.
"Is there something wrong Miss Brandie?" She asked me.
"Yeah, yeah dere is. I jus' totally screwed up. I can't do dis. Dis isn't me. I can't live a lie da rest of my life. Help me! I would run away, far away, but my fadda would come after me an' den I would be in deep shit." I clasped my hand over my mouth again. "See, I can't jus' stop. It's jus' who I am." I cried into the satin pillow.
"Miss Brandie, I'm sure the family will understand." She tried to comfort me.
"The family maybe. But not Adelaide, or my father. What's your name?" I asked her. If I was going to have a conversation with her, I needed to know her name. She blushed when I asked her this.
"I don't go by me real name miss. The other servants in the servants quarters call me Cellophane because everyone looks right through me." She blushed again, smiling slightly. Before I could answer her, my dad stormed through the door.
"What do ya tink ya were doin'?" He hollered. Cellophane crept out the door. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled my face close to his, yelling louder than ever. "Wha' are ya playin' at goil?! Dis could cost ya everything! Every thought of dat?" He spat in my face.
"They'll hear ya! They'll hear ya an' know your only doin' dis fer money. When I die, you ain't gettin' any of it!" I shouted back at him.
"If ya keep dis act up you'll be dead sooner den later!" He yelled back, shoving me onto my bed. He lunged at me, but I ran through his legs, and out the door. Once in the hallway, I yelled to Cellophane.
"Where's the servants quarters?" I asked, still running as he came sprinting out of my bedroom.
"Down the stairs, take a left, then a right. It's on the far end of the house." She shouted after me, jumping out of the way of my father. I picked up my dress, and kicked off my shoes. Huge mistake. Halfway down the hall I felt something hard hit me in the back. I turned around just in time to see a shoe flying out my head. My father had picked up my shoes and had hurled them at me. I ran faster, taking a slight detour through I room I had not discovered yet. Running as fast as I could, I followed the directions that Cellophane had given me. "You're digging your own grave Brandie!" He yelled after me. I turned around to see him run to the kitchen. This didn't stop me though, I continued to run faster, until I finally reached the servants quarters. I bolted through the door, out of breath. I received many odd stares from the servants.
"Um, hello!" I waved. It was just like the time I waved to the Brooklyn newsies at the docks. This brought a smile to my face instead of tearful memories to my mind. "I'm Brandie Foster, nice to meet you all!" I smiled at them. None of the stares changed.
"May we help you miss?" A boy that looked slightly older than me asked. I sat down on one of their beds.
"No. I was jus' runnin' from me fadda." I sighed, stretching out on the bed.
"The masters don't usually talk to us, let alone visit us in here." A young girl Rae's age explained. That told me everything, all the odd stares.
"Why not? Ya people are humans too ain't ya?" I asked, looking up at them. They all nodded. "Den I don't see no problem wit it." I assured them. Somehow I actually got them to talk to me. It was a rather interesting conversation. They were telling me about the family and how phoney my father would act in front of the Dunstans. I was laughing when the door burst open, revealing my father, knife in hand.
"Come here you stupid, stupid fool!" He lunged at me. I quickly jumped up in fear, not having enough time to wave to my newly found friends. I ran for my life, literally. He was seriously going to murder me. I knew I couldn't run around this forsaken house much longer, instead, I knew I would have a better chance escaping in the streets. This was my chance. For some strange reason, I looked at this situation happily. I could run out of here, and somehow go back to New York, after throwing my father in jail for attempted murder, just like Troy.
a/n
A little shorter than most of my chapters, and ended suddenly I know. Hopefully you are in suspense. I am sorry for the sudden ending of this chapter, but I wanted to give you all something to read. I did in fact start a new story, and need to update that one, and I also should finish a songfic that I started, but I am rather busy at the moment.
You see I was asked to write the script for a movie entitled "Dracula" the title may change later. I am the screenwriter, co-producer, and co- director, as well as one of the leading roles in the movie. I am also being swamped with end of the year projects, and then of course finals. There is also an idea for a new story that may include a casting call that is nagging at my mind. I want to start it soon, but I have been so busy. Hopefully the next chapter will be done soon, but as you can tell I am extremely busy, and will do my best to complete it quickly! Thanks for your support, and as usual, the regular shout-outs!
Tiggerbaby2430: Thanks for the review. I am so glad that you liked the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed this one just as much! Rae is adorable, I love her. I apologize for the shortness and the cut off, but I know what I am going to write! Hope you review for this chapter! Thanks!
Pyro: Yeah, I think she should be with Spot too. Hehe! They should come to save her, though I am not promising anything! I'm glad you liked the last chapter. I hope you are satisfied with this one. It is kinda short, but I know you guys wanted to read the next chapter, and I think that I have kept you all waiting too long! Hope you like it!
BlackWiltedRose: I am soo thrilled that you like my story! I want the newsies to come save her too! That would be awesome! I thank you for your review and hope that you review this one too. I also hope that you can stand the wait from this chapter to the next LoL! I am terribly sorry, I will try my hardest to finish it soon!
Amour89: New reviewer YAY! You get a cookie for being new. I am sooooooo glad that you like my story! Sorry for the long wait. I am soo busy and I hate being busy you know. School is almost out though, 11 more days then I am free! Hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for reviewing!
Vinnie Monfredo: OHH I am soo glad that you came back and reviewed! Hehe! Yay! I am thrilled that you love it so much. I love yours too! Yours is so much better though! Hurry along with it! You get the cookie for best reviewer that time around. You really think I could win stuff if I entered in newspapers and stuff? Wow! Thankies so much for the review, hope you review again! Lol!
THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR REVIEWING AND READING! I WILL HURRY WITH THE NEXT ONE, TIME PERMITTING LOL! Read my songfics if your bored lol! Thanks again love ya bunches!
Till next time, padfootismyhero (No this is not goodbye just, I don't know how long it will be till the next chapter..not more than a month god-willing lol!)
p.s. sorry if there is spelling mistakes, I am too busy to go back through to proofread lol! Sorry!