"So ye are goin…right?"

"Yea, we think dat I should go an dat Scott, her, an you are comin too."

"Are ye scared te see im alone?" he joked. "Why ain't Kevin goin?"

"Cuz, we don want Kevin te know bout im. Kevin ain't even his kid so he ain't gonna care. Besides if Kevin finds out he's only half me brodda I thought mebe he would take it kinda hard."

"Nice thinkin."

"Yea but I feel bad cuz we don even know who Kevin's fatha might even be."

"So yer neva gonna tell im?"

"I thought mebe we'd tell im afta oua fatha leaves."

"Ok so I guess I'm goin wid ye te see yer fatha. I hope ye talk te Scott bout me comin in case he don like de idea."

We left and found Bailey talking to Tricks. "So is it settled yet?" she asked eagerly.

"Yea, but remeba, yer not me sista, we ain't tellin im dat yer me sista, Medda don even know bout you."

"Alright, fine wid me, I don wanna get stuck marryin some rich scabba."

Tricks interrupted. "Hey, I think Angel should go an talk te R.T. Alone! He's been buggin everyone where she's been. I figuaed he wants te talk bout somethin important."

"Whoa, yer talkin bout R.T. ye know de biggest trouble maka hea!" Spot shouted.

"So, I mean if he does anythin te her not only you, but lots a us'll stick up fer her."

"So how bout it Angel? Ye wanna talk te im alone?"

"If I say yes, will you be mad at me? I think I should straighten all a dis out, I kinda dug meself in a hole. I should get meself out." I said looking around for R.T. and found him by the door.

"No, I'll let ye go, but if anythin happens tell me." Spot said kissing my forehead.

"Surre thing!" I said walking towards R.T.

"Hey, where've ye been?" R.T. asked as I approached him.

"Talkin wid Spot, whudds it te you?"

"C'mon, I think we should talk." he said leading the way out of the Lodging House.

"Look, derres nuttin between me an you." I said once we got outside, he kept walking away and ignored me. "Look I ain't doin dis of yer gonna walk away from me."

"Look!" he yelled sticking his finger in my face. "I can't believe ye did dat te me! I thought ye liked me."

"I said I wanned te be yer friend, not yer goil." I pointed out. "I already had someone, an I still do. I didn't want anything te happen between us. I just wanned te be yer friend."

"Now de truth comes out." he yelled.

"De truth was in yer face de whole time. Ye knew I was Spot's goil. Ye just didn't see it clearly. I said friends, nuttin bout you an me gettin tageda." I explained.

We walked for a while in silence there was a crowd in the street and we walked by. I wondered what was going on. It was obviously some kind of argument between a few groups of people. As we walked by someone was pushed into me and I was knocked over. The group was moving and headed down the street. I was a bit confused and R.T. stuck out his hand to help me up.

"Thanks." I said as I reached for it.

Someone grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him to the ground. I got up as the man turned to me. I backed away and backed into a wall. He grabbed me harshly by the throat. I gagged. "Like I told yer friends I don need a goil like you, hhmm I think I'm gonna kill ye now." Trevor sniggered.

I couldn't say anything. I tried to scratch him but he grabbed one of my arms and pinned it to the wall above my head.

"Should I kill yer friend too?"

"Leave her alone!" R.T. yelled.

I noticed the Delancey brother's were holding him down. "Let im go. He ain't got nuttin te do wid dis." I managed to say slowly.

"Ye know I think I could use ye fer somethin. De only thing a goil is useful fer anyway."

"Ye rapist!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"Aww whudds wrong? Ye scared?"

"Please, leave Angel alone." R.T. begged.

"Get away from me ye freak!"

"Like I said I think I might kill ye." Trevor said again pulling out a pocket knife. "Er mebe I could use ye fer a while den kill ye...which would you prefer Oscar?"

"Depends…is she any good?" he asked with a smirk.

"Actually she's neva done it befora. Mebe I could test her out fer a while an give her te you two."

"Sounds like a plan." Morris laughed.

"Why are ye doin dis? We ended a long time ago, why can't ye see dat?"

"Cuz, it wasn't meant te end. An I ain't meant te see it er except it."

"Why can't ye just leave me alone!" I screamed kicking him in the groin.

He doubled over. I tried to make a run for it but he grabbed my ankle tripped me. He was on top of me in a second.

"Get off!" I screamed.

"Shut up!" he yelled covering my mouth.

"Get off of her!" R.T. yelled trying to get loose from Morris and Oscar. "Please, you can kill me instead!"

"Shut ye trap!" Oscar yelled. "I think ye should be getting back te yer street rat friends!" he yelled pushing him.

"Leave, dis don concern you!" Morris yelled.

"She's me friend, it does."

"Look, we ain't got any bizness wid ye. Take yer chance an run away, we're kinda bisy!"

Trevor removed his hand. "Well it looks like yer friend wants te die." He said getting up.

"Wait!" I yelled. "Please leave im alone! He ain't done nuttin te you!" I screamed even louder.

"Angel ye know betta den te yell at me. Now yer friend's gonna have te pay." Trevor took his pocket knife and tried to cut R.T. with it, but R.T. dodged the attack.

"Stop!" I yelled grabbing Trevor's arm that held the knife.

"Let go!" he warned

"Yer gonna have te make me." I dared.

Trevor grabbed my arm and took the knife and cut my arm, then he threw me to the ground. "Yer next!" he warned me. Trevor turned back to R.T. and noticed R.T. was gone. I figured he left and hopefully got help. "Well looks like yer turns up!"

I stood holding my arm. It was bleeding badly. Trevor grabbed my other arm and pulled me up against a wall. "I think I got use fer ye like I said eilia."

"I dare ye!"

"Really, well befora I do we're gonna have fun messin ye up. Remeba dat bottle ye broke ova me head? Yer gettin it back!" he yelled taking the knife and slicing my shoulder.

I screamed in pain. He pushed me back over. "Ye know, I think she could use a lil mora color." Oscar chuckled.