I followed Trevor to an abandoned building that seemed to be an old apartment. I followed him in and we went to the third floor. We walked towards a door a ways from the stairs. He unlocked the door and walked in, I followed. "Dis is yer new room. Its de only one wid a lock still on it."
"Yer gonna lock me in a room?" I sighed.
"Why not? Ye can't leave outta de window and ye can't leave de room te see yer street rat friends. I rememba, ye had one friend back home. Don't ye remember…Bailey?"
"Yea I rememba. She warned me bout you. I shoulda listened." I pushed past him.
The room had a bed and a window. There was a worn couch in the far corner. The room was mostly empty and seemed lonely. Trevor left and locked the door behind me. I went to the window and sat on the window sill.
"Bailey." I said quietly to myself.
I remembered the day Bailey left and the first day me and Trevor were together. I remembered Bailey told me not to be with Trevor because he was different. Me and Bailey were twin sisters, but I never knew till the day she left.
When we were born our mom couldn't take care of her, Scott, and me. She gave Bailey to some rich folks.
Me and Trevor were together a little over a year. I hadn't seen Bailey for almost a year and a half. Her rich folks never told her we were twins, our real mother did, but forbade her to tell me, even Scott knew. Bailey told me the day they moved that we were twins even though we weren't identical. Suddenly someone opened the door.
"Ey Knives! Guess we're stuck watchin de punk." Crane yelled. I didn't bother to look up. "Why are we stuck wid dis job?" Knives asked. "It should be Morris an Oscar."
"Don't tell me, Trevor sent ye." I said sarcastically.
"Ye gotta problem?" Knives asked grabbing me and pushing me against the wall.
"Yea I don't want a smelly pig like you te watch me." I spit in his face. Knives wiped away the spit.
"Oh so ye think it's safe talking te me like dat?" Knives asked then punched me in the stomach "Deal wid it."
I fell to my knees. It was hard to breathe. Knives was definitely stronger than Morris was. The door opened and Trevor walked in.
"I gotta job fer youse two." Trevor said starring at me. "I fergot te warn ye bout mouthin off te em." he smiled. "I found a way te tear em apart, her an Spot. Get de guys. I want ye te kill im." Trevor ordered.
"No…ye wouldn't." I was still gasping for air.
"Ye wanna a bet? I'll do anything te keep ye away from im." he sneered.
"I'll do anything, please. Ye promised me ye'd leave im alone if I came wid ye."
"I can tell yer still thinking bout im an I neva liked im anyway. Besides it won't be me, de guys are gonna do it."
I was able to stand. "Ye promised!" I yelled. "I came hea wit ye cuz ye promised not te hoit anyone else."
"Yea I promised, but dey neva promised did dey?"
I stood astonishment. "Ye tricked me..." I trailed off. "Spot was right." I gathered my strength and ignored my pain, instead filled it with hate. I was on Trevor in an instant. I had him by the throat with both of my hands. Crane pulled me off of Trevor stil laying where I knocked him down. "Yer discustin!" I knew I shoulda listened te Spot. I hope ye boin in hell!" I yelled trying to escape from Crane.
"Let her go!" Trevor ordered.
I stopped struggling and Crane let go. "Yer nuttin but trash!" I yelled in Trevor's face.
Trevor slapped me once he heard me say the word trash. "Neva speak te me like dat again! Ye got dat?" Trevor yelled grabbing my face.
"I hate ye." I said quietly. "Get out an leave me alone."
"As ye wish." Trevor smiled as he left after Crane and Knives who left to find Spot.
I sat back down on the window sill. I didn't even notice I had been crying the whole time until the three left. I starred out of the window for a while then Trevor came back, but I didn't bother to notice him.
"Ye hungry?" he asked standing at the door, I didn't answer. "Don't be like dat, dey'll do it so he ain't gotta suffa…long." he laughed. I didn't react to what he said, "Well someone'll bring ye food lata if ye get hungry." then left.
Out of the window I saw Blink and Race sneaking around. I wasn't surprised to see them. Jack must've thought of something. I opened the window.
"Whudd er ye doin?" I yelled down to them. "Leave…whudd if someone sees ye?"
"Angel!" they both said once they noticed me.
"Tell Spot te leave Manhattan! Trevor wants te kill im. He already sent oddas afta im!"
"Don't worry he's at de Lodgin House wit everyone." Blink informed me. "Soma de Brooklyn newsies are derre wid im."
"Can ye sneak out?" Race asked.
"Dis is de only room wid a lock."
"Dey locked ye up in a room?" Blink yelled.
"Yea dis is de only room wid out an emoigency ladda eida." I sighed.
"Angel have ye been cryin?" Blink asked.
"He betta not've made ye cry! We'll soak im good fer ye!"
Someone knocked on the door. I made a gesture to Blink and Race to be silent. "Whudd ye want?" I asked coldly shutting the window.
"I brought yer food." a girl answered walking in.
"I ain't hungry." I said to her as she put the food on the bed.
"I'll leave it in case." she smiled. "By the way, my name is Amber." then she left.
I opened the window again and looked out. Both Blink and Race were gone. I thought maybe someone found them. I sat on the window ledge till it got dark. Trevor entered the room and saw I hadn't eaten any food.
"Still ain't hungry?" he asked.
I walked over to the bed and knocked the food onto the floor. "Does dat answa yer question?" I asked bitterly.
Trevor had me in an instant. He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, I choked. I thought to myself 'I can't stop him. I'm helpless without Spot.' Suddenly felt fear flooding into my body. Even thought my mind said one thing, my mouth said another. I didn't notice what I had said to Trevor until it was already said.
"I ain't afraid of ye. Hoit me all ye want. I love Spot no matta whudd I always will. Ye can't take im away from me." I said calmly.
"Too bad, it seems dat Crane an Knives finished de job an hour ago. We already took im from ye."
"I don't believe ye. Yer lyin! Spot ain't dead, ye can't kill Spot dat easily."
"Who er ye kiddin? He's gone alright, give im up already." Then Trevor stormed out.
I stepped over the mess I made and looked out of the window. I noticed I could see the Brooklyn Bridge from the window. Moments later I sat on the floor hugging my knees. The girl from before came in and cleaned the mess on the floor. When she was done she shot me a dirty look as she was leaving. I fell asleep on the floor sitting where I was. I didn't want anything Trevor gave me, including the bed to sleep on.