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A/N-Duck and Miracle, I owe you guys super hugs! Miracle, you got River
McGowen. Duck, I'll give you Specs.
Docks followed Spot out of the bar and back to Brooklyn Lodging house. They were halfway there when a little girl, about 12 or 13 ran straight into them. She had red-brown hair, brown eyes, and was a little smaller than Docks, who stood 5'4.
"Hey! Watch where ya goin!" Docks snapped, standing up and glaring at the girl.
Spot put an arm around Docks, making sure she didn't attack the younger girl.
The little girl gave Docks a dark look. Then she snapped, "And who are you? Da governor's wife?"
Docks growled and clenched her fists. "No, I'm Docks McGowen! Ya wanna make somethin' of it?"
The little girl frowned. "I'm Miracle. I gotta find somewhere ta stay tanight. Seein as he's Spot Conlon and youse a McGowen, den ya in Brooklyn. Can I stay dere for awhile?"
Spot looked Miracle over skeptically. "Sure why not. Ya lucky ya didn't touch us. I woulda killed ya."
"I know." She thought about her brother's boy that Brooklyn had soaked. She shivered.
The trio made their way back to the Lodging House, where Spitfire was on the porch, hands on her hips. "Alex! WHERE YA BEEN?!"
Spot shrugged. "Drinkin'." His eyes were glassy from whiskey.
Spitfire sighed. "Who was it tanight? Berry, Flower, or..." She glanced at Docks. "Docks?"
"No one. I gave up da women for...a really close friend."
Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "You have a real close friend? Where, who, how did dat happen?!"
Spot glared and walked upstairs to her room. His head ached and so did his body. 'To much fightin taday, Alexander,' He thought to himself. 'An' drinkin'.' He sat down on his bed and put his head on the pillow. His vision was fuzzy.
Docks came later and put a hand on his forehead. "Ya gonna have one hell of a hangovah tomorrow."
"Shit. Ya right. I gotta go ta sleep so I can sell tomorrow...at least try ta sell."
Docks nodded. "So do I."
Spot sat up but was immediately overcome by a dizzy sensation an laid back down. "Ya ain't sellin' tomorrow, Reilly. Ya...still...sick."
"I ain't sick. I got hoit. Dat's all."
"Hoit my ass! Ya got raped Docks! Face it!"
Docks stood. "Fine!" She hissed. "Ya don't gotta mention it! Its bad enough I feel his fucking hands on my body every time I close my eyes!" At that she ran out of the room.
Spot tried to stand but found it impossible. He flopped back onto the bed in exhaustion. He wanted to follow her but couldn't. He was way to dizzy.
Spot put his head down and closed his eyes. He'd deal with it in the morning.
Docks went to bed, extremely angry at Spot. She didn't know why he had to be so damn difficult. She sighed as she lay down. Spitfire looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"Ya bruddah is a controllin' bastard! Dat's what!"
Spitfire's eyes grew wide. "Ya kiddin me? Ya had a bad thought bout Alex Conlon?"
"He told me I couldn't sell tamorrow! Imagine dat! He told ME I couldn't sell!"
"Well, ya are still kinda getting ovah what happened ain't ya?"
"I can take whatevah dey throw at me! I ain't stupid...I just don't understand why dey chose me dat night. Dere was plenty a' uddah goils out dere but dey chose ta pick on me...ta hoit me."
"Because ya pretty Docks. Look at yaself. Blonde hair, green eyes, ya got a figure most goils would kill for..."
Docks shook her head. "And right now, I'd kill ta look like dem..."
"Nah, you'll get ovah dis. I'm goin' ta Manhattan tamorrow ta see Trista an' Racetrack. Wanna come?"
Docks shrugged. "Don't know if Dollar and River will let me out."
"Dey will. I can pull a few strings wit Spot."
"Thanks. I'm gonna go ta sleep. 'Night." She pulled the blanket over her head and went to sleep.
Spot woke up to Luke snapping the suspenders Spot had so wonderfully forgot about. He jumped out of bed. "Whoa! Luke, what was dat?"
"Just get up Conlon! Ya already on me badside for yellin' at Reilly."
Spot shrugged and pulled his cap on. "I'm comin'." He ran down the steps and straight into River, who glared at him.
"Heya River. Why da face?"
"I ain't a mornin person an' ya know it. Not ta mention dat new goil keeps lookin' at me!" He glanced at Miracle.
"Miracle? She probably likes ya! Half da goils ya age do!"
River smirked. "So I've been told."
"Well, they's right ya know."
River shrugged and ran outside toward the distribution center to get his usual 100 papes. Spot almost followed him but the sight of Docks standing with a baby in her arms stopped him. "Where'd dat come from?!" He snapped.
"My mama dropped him off dis mornin'. He's anuddah one a' us. Luke'll raise him I guess."
Spot looked in astonishment at the child. He couldn't figure out for the life of him how her mother could just drop her kids off with their siblings. Docks gave the baby to Luke and walked down the front steps. Spot grabbed her arm. "Where ya goin?"
She looked at him. "Distribution centah. Where else?"
"Ya ain't sellin'. Not now, not tomorrow, probably not for awhile."
Docks laughed. "And who's gonna stop me? Not you!"
Spot began dragging her inside. She kicked at him but wasn't strong enough to get away. He dropped her. "Ya stayin' heah an' I'm stoppin' ya from goin anywhere."
Docks frowned. "Get off me!" She stood up and pushed him backward. He didn't move. "Ya don't want ya hands on me any other time, keep 'em off me now."
Spot felt the fury rise in his chest. "Keep ya mouth shut! Ya in enough trouble wit me as it is!"
Docks clenched her fists. "Ya not gonna tell me ta do anything! Ya wouldn't fight me bruddahs if ya life depended on it!"
Spot lashed out and smacked Docks hard across the face. She glared at him with her green eyes blazing fire.
"Dollar's gonna kill you! Patrick!" She screamed, running up the steps. Spot chased her.
"Docks don't!" He caught her arm. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinkin'."
"Sure ya are! Dey's always sorry! Ya don't care, Alex! Dat's ya problem. Ya don't really care...no one does." She drew her arm away from him and glared. "I hate ya right now Spot so ya might as well leave."
Spot let his head drop and he walked away. He wanted so much to help her but he didn't know how to do it.
Docks followed Spot out of the bar and back to Brooklyn Lodging house. They were halfway there when a little girl, about 12 or 13 ran straight into them. She had red-brown hair, brown eyes, and was a little smaller than Docks, who stood 5'4.
"Hey! Watch where ya goin!" Docks snapped, standing up and glaring at the girl.
Spot put an arm around Docks, making sure she didn't attack the younger girl.
The little girl gave Docks a dark look. Then she snapped, "And who are you? Da governor's wife?"
Docks growled and clenched her fists. "No, I'm Docks McGowen! Ya wanna make somethin' of it?"
The little girl frowned. "I'm Miracle. I gotta find somewhere ta stay tanight. Seein as he's Spot Conlon and youse a McGowen, den ya in Brooklyn. Can I stay dere for awhile?"
Spot looked Miracle over skeptically. "Sure why not. Ya lucky ya didn't touch us. I woulda killed ya."
"I know." She thought about her brother's boy that Brooklyn had soaked. She shivered.
The trio made their way back to the Lodging House, where Spitfire was on the porch, hands on her hips. "Alex! WHERE YA BEEN?!"
Spot shrugged. "Drinkin'." His eyes were glassy from whiskey.
Spitfire sighed. "Who was it tanight? Berry, Flower, or..." She glanced at Docks. "Docks?"
"No one. I gave up da women for...a really close friend."
Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "You have a real close friend? Where, who, how did dat happen?!"
Spot glared and walked upstairs to her room. His head ached and so did his body. 'To much fightin taday, Alexander,' He thought to himself. 'An' drinkin'.' He sat down on his bed and put his head on the pillow. His vision was fuzzy.
Docks came later and put a hand on his forehead. "Ya gonna have one hell of a hangovah tomorrow."
"Shit. Ya right. I gotta go ta sleep so I can sell tomorrow...at least try ta sell."
Docks nodded. "So do I."
Spot sat up but was immediately overcome by a dizzy sensation an laid back down. "Ya ain't sellin' tomorrow, Reilly. Ya...still...sick."
"I ain't sick. I got hoit. Dat's all."
"Hoit my ass! Ya got raped Docks! Face it!"
Docks stood. "Fine!" She hissed. "Ya don't gotta mention it! Its bad enough I feel his fucking hands on my body every time I close my eyes!" At that she ran out of the room.
Spot tried to stand but found it impossible. He flopped back onto the bed in exhaustion. He wanted to follow her but couldn't. He was way to dizzy.
Spot put his head down and closed his eyes. He'd deal with it in the morning.
Docks went to bed, extremely angry at Spot. She didn't know why he had to be so damn difficult. She sighed as she lay down. Spitfire looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"Ya bruddah is a controllin' bastard! Dat's what!"
Spitfire's eyes grew wide. "Ya kiddin me? Ya had a bad thought bout Alex Conlon?"
"He told me I couldn't sell tamorrow! Imagine dat! He told ME I couldn't sell!"
"Well, ya are still kinda getting ovah what happened ain't ya?"
"I can take whatevah dey throw at me! I ain't stupid...I just don't understand why dey chose me dat night. Dere was plenty a' uddah goils out dere but dey chose ta pick on me...ta hoit me."
"Because ya pretty Docks. Look at yaself. Blonde hair, green eyes, ya got a figure most goils would kill for..."
Docks shook her head. "And right now, I'd kill ta look like dem..."
"Nah, you'll get ovah dis. I'm goin' ta Manhattan tamorrow ta see Trista an' Racetrack. Wanna come?"
Docks shrugged. "Don't know if Dollar and River will let me out."
"Dey will. I can pull a few strings wit Spot."
"Thanks. I'm gonna go ta sleep. 'Night." She pulled the blanket over her head and went to sleep.
Spot woke up to Luke snapping the suspenders Spot had so wonderfully forgot about. He jumped out of bed. "Whoa! Luke, what was dat?"
"Just get up Conlon! Ya already on me badside for yellin' at Reilly."
Spot shrugged and pulled his cap on. "I'm comin'." He ran down the steps and straight into River, who glared at him.
"Heya River. Why da face?"
"I ain't a mornin person an' ya know it. Not ta mention dat new goil keeps lookin' at me!" He glanced at Miracle.
"Miracle? She probably likes ya! Half da goils ya age do!"
River smirked. "So I've been told."
"Well, they's right ya know."
River shrugged and ran outside toward the distribution center to get his usual 100 papes. Spot almost followed him but the sight of Docks standing with a baby in her arms stopped him. "Where'd dat come from?!" He snapped.
"My mama dropped him off dis mornin'. He's anuddah one a' us. Luke'll raise him I guess."
Spot looked in astonishment at the child. He couldn't figure out for the life of him how her mother could just drop her kids off with their siblings. Docks gave the baby to Luke and walked down the front steps. Spot grabbed her arm. "Where ya goin?"
She looked at him. "Distribution centah. Where else?"
"Ya ain't sellin'. Not now, not tomorrow, probably not for awhile."
Docks laughed. "And who's gonna stop me? Not you!"
Spot began dragging her inside. She kicked at him but wasn't strong enough to get away. He dropped her. "Ya stayin' heah an' I'm stoppin' ya from goin anywhere."
Docks frowned. "Get off me!" She stood up and pushed him backward. He didn't move. "Ya don't want ya hands on me any other time, keep 'em off me now."
Spot felt the fury rise in his chest. "Keep ya mouth shut! Ya in enough trouble wit me as it is!"
Docks clenched her fists. "Ya not gonna tell me ta do anything! Ya wouldn't fight me bruddahs if ya life depended on it!"
Spot lashed out and smacked Docks hard across the face. She glared at him with her green eyes blazing fire.
"Dollar's gonna kill you! Patrick!" She screamed, running up the steps. Spot chased her.
"Docks don't!" He caught her arm. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinkin'."
"Sure ya are! Dey's always sorry! Ya don't care, Alex! Dat's ya problem. Ya don't really care...no one does." She drew her arm away from him and glared. "I hate ya right now Spot so ya might as well leave."
Spot let his head drop and he walked away. He wanted so much to help her but he didn't know how to do it.