"Duh! Fer goin an fightin! Ye coulda been killed! Not te mention, makin me stay hea while Bailey fought too!"
"Ooohh yea dat. Well ye wanna know whudd I gots te say bout dat?" he asked grinning.
"Whudd?" I dared.
We stared to wrestle. After about five minutes Jack came in. "Oh havin a bit 'o fun are we?" he asked laughing.
Me and Spot starred at him from the floor. I got up and left the room giggling. He wanted to talk to Spot so I gave them the chance to talk.
"Bailey, can we talk?" I asked finding her as she watched the boys play poker.
"Yea bout whudd?" she asked leaving the table.
"Bout you know whudd." I said leading the way to the roof top.
"Whudds dat supposed te mean?" Shadow questioned as we left.
"Nuttin!" I yelled at him.
"So which one is it, our fatha er Trevor ye wanna talk bout?" she asked once we reached the top of the stairs.
"Actually both." I confessed. "Whudd if it would be betta if I went wid Trevor? At least alla ye would be safe."
"But whudd bout you? You wouldn't be safe. He might actually kill ye next time."
"Yea but whudd if he attacks Kevin again? Our mebe you an Jack,…even Spot."
"Ye might wanna rethink dis. He ain't safe te be round!"
"Ok so whudd bout our fatha? He might be de same way."
"Where dye come up wid dis stuff?"
"It's just a feelin I gots. He left us before, he might do it again. Not te mention he must've left fer a good reason." I argued.
"Look I think ye might need time by yerself te think things ova. Mebe yer just confused, dats gotta be it. Don't worry ye might wanna meet our fatha. If ye don't like livin wid im we'll get ye back. We ain't lettin im make ye marry someone odda den Spot." She reassured me then left to watch the rest of the game.
"I think dats de best advice I've eva gotten." I said quietly to myself as I sat down.
Maybe Bailey was right, I was totally going in the wrong direction. Maybe they were right, our father could be really nice and I was just nervous of meeting him. Maybe I was just trying to find a way out of everything. I decided right then that no matter what I was not going to run from him. I was afraid that if I met him, maybe I might actually like him. Even though he left us a long time ago I was going to have to deal with it.
"Angel ye up hea?" I heard Spot call me through the door. He opened the door. "Hey why er ye up hea all by yerself?"
"Aaahh just thinkin." I smiled up at him.
"Well I think its kinda cold up hea don't you?" he asked sitting down and cuddling with me.
"It ain't no mora." I smiled resting my head on his shoulder. "How'd it feel?"
"Whudd?"
"Hearin ye might loose me an soakin Trevor in de same day?"
"Well yer wrong. I ain't loosin ye. But bout Trevor, I liked whipping his sorry ass." Spot laughed.
"Whudd ye mean ye ain't loosin me? As far as we know my fatha w-" Spot put his hand over my mouth.
"I don't care whudd he does, I ain't loosin ye. I love ye too much te loose ye cuz he wants money. If he takes ye away an makes ye marry someone, promise me dis, no matta whudd don give up hope, I will come an take ye away wid me." he smiled then kissed me softly. Without realizing it I began to cry. "Whudds wrong."
I hugged him. "I don wanna marry anyone xcept you. I will remember whudd ye just promised me. If I have te leave wid him, promise me we will spend our last night tageda wid out regrets."
"I promise." he smiled holding my tightly.
"Hey! Found em!" Scott hollered starring at us. "Ye best not be molestin me sista!" he joked as Ace poked his head around the door.
"Heya Spot soma us er leavin. I hope it's alright wid youse. Me and Sketch er leavin fer de Bronx wid soma de guys. Hope ye don't mind."
"Naw go ahead."
"Well I can see yer gonna stay hea right, mebe even score?" he asked.
"Just leave!" Spot yelled still sitting with me.
"Are ye sure? Ye know if he don please ye I could always take his place." Shadow offered. "Just as long as all its an all nighta!"
"Ye drive a hard bargain…but no one'll eva take his place." I said looking deeply into Spot's eyes.
"Aww now ain't dat cute." Scott laughed making fun of us. "Alright c'mon ye two befora I have te beat Spot away wid a stick." he said pulling me to my feet. "We gotta talk wid de gang."
"Thanks fer remindin me, but should we really tell em?"
"Angel dey gotta a right te know. Mebe if we don tell em an yer gone den I'm gonna have te tell em bout everythin!"
"Alright we're comin!"
The rest of the night was a disaster! I had to tell everyone about our father and his plans for me on my birthday. Our birthday, mine and Bailey's, not forgetting, would be in almost three weeks. Everyone had questions about the whole thing. Whether or not would I still live in Manhattan or would I ever come back if I had to move. Even, if I wanted to leave or did I have a choice. We weren't sure about most of it but I know I didn't want to leave anyone, especially Spot.