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Chapter Ten
Spot woke before the sunrise, as usual. He stretched his hand over to his right, and felt nothing. The pillow was cold. As he opened his eyes in confusion, he saw Tara asleep on the chair. She was so beautiful. When she slept, she looked like an angel. He smiled to himself, and felt his love for her course through all of the veins in his body.
"Tara."
Tara opened her eyes quickly. Spot was lying on the bed, staring at her with such love in his eyes. It broke her heart. But she knew what must be done.
"Good morning. You should be off, shouldn't you? You have to sell your papers." And with that, she got up, and went to her dresser.
"I don't sell anymore." He started; ready to tell her his big news.
"What? Why? Where will you find work?" She asked, and then cursed herself for sounding concerned.
"Tara, I bought da lodging house!"
"Oh...that's nice. Why?" She asked without emotion.
"Well, ever since I was little, when I became a newsie, I had wanted to. Aren't ya happy fer me?" Spot was worried; this wasn't the reaction he had expected. But last night wasn't what he had expected either.
"Sure. Um, congratulations." She turned away at that.
"What's wrong wit you?" He asked.
"Nothing, why must something always be wrong with me?"
"Cuz something always is." He said simply.
"What is that supposed to mean? Oh, I'm so sorry that I'm not jumping for joy because you bought a run down house." She was dying inside, but this had to be done.
"A run down house? Is dat all it is to you? Dat was my life! I had nowhere to go and dey took me in like a brother. Dat's my home." He couldn't believe how she was reacting.
"Oh. Well maybe you should go back home now, Spot." She still had her back to him, and he couldn't see the tears flowing freely down her face.
"What is wrong wid you? Didn't last night mean anything ta you?"
"Sure, it was fun. Thank you, Spot. Now..." And she opened the door.
"I'm not leavin'. Tell me what's wrong!" He yelled.
"Fine, last night was a mistake. That's what's wrong."
"You don't mean dat! How could you say last night was wrong? Everything that happened was right!"
"Spot, we can't be together. Don't you see that? We're of different classes. Maybe not materially, but where it counts. As I said, last night was fun, but that's it." All of her tears were dry. She knew what needed to be done.
"You don't mean dat. I can see it in your eyes. Now tell me da truth." He pleaded.
Tara broke. "We can't be together! I can't love you! You know what happened with my parent, hell; everybody in New York knows what happened to my parents. I'll just hurt you in the end."
"No, yer takin' care of dat now. Why do ya think that your gonna hurt me?"
"Last night, I had a dream, Spot. It was the same dream that I have every night, but different. Instead of my parents, it was us Spot! It was horrible! I can't let that happen, for your sake. Now, please leave." The tears again started flowing down her cheek.
"I'll never hurt you Tara, ever. What happened to yer parents won't happen ta us." He promised.
"I know that you would never hurt me Spot!"
"Then what is da matter?!?" He exploded.
"I'm afraid that I'll hurt you! Don't you understand?"
He slowly felt comprehension dawn on him. "Tara, you're not your father. Dat won't happen."
"How do you know that? Huh? How can you be so very certain? 'Sin's of the father' Spot. My father was mad. It's in my blood. You can't change that."
"That's not true Tara."
"How do you know that?!? Tell me Spot! Please, enlighten me with your eternal wisdom." She said bitterly.
"Because if dat was true, I'd be a drunk and a child abuser." He said simply.
"How do know you won't be in the future? You don't know."
He looked at her with so much hurt, she almost crumbled. She almost told him how much she loved him, and that no matter what she said, it wasn't the truth.
"Now, please leave Spot."
"Is dat what you really want?"
No! No! No! I want you to hold, and love me, and be with me forever. Tell me everything is going to be okay! Her mind yelled.
"Yes." She said coldly. Spot put on his shoes, gave her one long look, and did what she asked him to do.
Tara walked to the bed and laid on it. It was still warm from Spot's body. She laid her head on the pillow that still smelled of him, and wept. She cried the tears that she had not cried before. Tears for her mother, her father, herself, and Spot. Her tears come from deep within her soul, and she felt such anguish she had never thought that she could ever feel. She cried herself empty, and then fell into a dreamless sleep. Tara didn't know that while she was crying, her mother was crying for her in heaven.
Chapter Ten
Spot woke before the sunrise, as usual. He stretched his hand over to his right, and felt nothing. The pillow was cold. As he opened his eyes in confusion, he saw Tara asleep on the chair. She was so beautiful. When she slept, she looked like an angel. He smiled to himself, and felt his love for her course through all of the veins in his body.
"Tara."
Tara opened her eyes quickly. Spot was lying on the bed, staring at her with such love in his eyes. It broke her heart. But she knew what must be done.
"Good morning. You should be off, shouldn't you? You have to sell your papers." And with that, she got up, and went to her dresser.
"I don't sell anymore." He started; ready to tell her his big news.
"What? Why? Where will you find work?" She asked, and then cursed herself for sounding concerned.
"Tara, I bought da lodging house!"
"Oh...that's nice. Why?" She asked without emotion.
"Well, ever since I was little, when I became a newsie, I had wanted to. Aren't ya happy fer me?" Spot was worried; this wasn't the reaction he had expected. But last night wasn't what he had expected either.
"Sure. Um, congratulations." She turned away at that.
"What's wrong wit you?" He asked.
"Nothing, why must something always be wrong with me?"
"Cuz something always is." He said simply.
"What is that supposed to mean? Oh, I'm so sorry that I'm not jumping for joy because you bought a run down house." She was dying inside, but this had to be done.
"A run down house? Is dat all it is to you? Dat was my life! I had nowhere to go and dey took me in like a brother. Dat's my home." He couldn't believe how she was reacting.
"Oh. Well maybe you should go back home now, Spot." She still had her back to him, and he couldn't see the tears flowing freely down her face.
"What is wrong wid you? Didn't last night mean anything ta you?"
"Sure, it was fun. Thank you, Spot. Now..." And she opened the door.
"I'm not leavin'. Tell me what's wrong!" He yelled.
"Fine, last night was a mistake. That's what's wrong."
"You don't mean dat! How could you say last night was wrong? Everything that happened was right!"
"Spot, we can't be together. Don't you see that? We're of different classes. Maybe not materially, but where it counts. As I said, last night was fun, but that's it." All of her tears were dry. She knew what needed to be done.
"You don't mean dat. I can see it in your eyes. Now tell me da truth." He pleaded.
Tara broke. "We can't be together! I can't love you! You know what happened with my parent, hell; everybody in New York knows what happened to my parents. I'll just hurt you in the end."
"No, yer takin' care of dat now. Why do ya think that your gonna hurt me?"
"Last night, I had a dream, Spot. It was the same dream that I have every night, but different. Instead of my parents, it was us Spot! It was horrible! I can't let that happen, for your sake. Now, please leave." The tears again started flowing down her cheek.
"I'll never hurt you Tara, ever. What happened to yer parents won't happen ta us." He promised.
"I know that you would never hurt me Spot!"
"Then what is da matter?!?" He exploded.
"I'm afraid that I'll hurt you! Don't you understand?"
He slowly felt comprehension dawn on him. "Tara, you're not your father. Dat won't happen."
"How do you know that? Huh? How can you be so very certain? 'Sin's of the father' Spot. My father was mad. It's in my blood. You can't change that."
"That's not true Tara."
"How do you know that?!? Tell me Spot! Please, enlighten me with your eternal wisdom." She said bitterly.
"Because if dat was true, I'd be a drunk and a child abuser." He said simply.
"How do know you won't be in the future? You don't know."
He looked at her with so much hurt, she almost crumbled. She almost told him how much she loved him, and that no matter what she said, it wasn't the truth.
"Now, please leave Spot."
"Is dat what you really want?"
No! No! No! I want you to hold, and love me, and be with me forever. Tell me everything is going to be okay! Her mind yelled.
"Yes." She said coldly. Spot put on his shoes, gave her one long look, and did what she asked him to do.
Tara walked to the bed and laid on it. It was still warm from Spot's body. She laid her head on the pillow that still smelled of him, and wept. She cried the tears that she had not cried before. Tears for her mother, her father, herself, and Spot. Her tears come from deep within her soul, and she felt such anguish she had never thought that she could ever feel. She cried herself empty, and then fell into a dreamless sleep. Tara didn't know that while she was crying, her mother was crying for her in heaven.