"Well whudd er we gonna do?" Bailey asked.
"Look I promised Race I wouldn't let im find out yer oua sista. Besides derre ain't nuttin te do really."
We left Tibby's and went to the Lodging House. I saw Race talking to Scott, but he was being yelled at from Scott. I went to my room but I could still hear Scott yelling about Race not telling him anything.
"Can ye please stop!" I yelled walking out of the room. Everyone was watching Race and Scott but now turned to me. "Please, I don wanna hear anymoa."
Before I knew it I was in tears. I hated for everyone to see so I ran out of the Lodging House. I thought to myself maybe Scott was right, maybe he did have a right to know. But then also he didn't need to know. He wanted to know more about our father so I thought not telling him would help him see our father not the way that I thought and maybe get to know him better that I thought of him.
I looked up at the stars and starred as I thought for a moment. I felt the warmth of the tears as they trickled down my cheeks. That's was when I realized I had reached the park, knowing where I was I noticed I had been gone a while. As I started leaving I noticed there were very few people around. Yet one I found one following me. I recognized the tall man as my father.
"Ye wanna play, dats fine wid me." I said to myself.
I walked around trying to loose him. He was difficult to shake but I finally thought I lost him after weaving through buildings and crowds of people. I was really close to the Lodging House. As I got to the corner I ran into him. Just when I thought I lost him, he sneaks up on me.
"Will ye leave me alone!" I shouted after bumping into my own father. "I'm not in de mood te talk."
"I don't care, I'm going to be straight with you. I don't give a rat's ass if you hate me." he said grabbing my wrist. "Chris doesn't care if you are his little sister, he doesn't know you anyway. I told Mr. Pulitzer that I wasn't going back without you. I'm keeping my promise."
"Whudd are ye crazy!" I screamed. "Let go ye bastard!"
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled grabbing me and trying to cover my mouth.
I was loud but not loud enough for anyone in the Lodging House to hear me. I was half dragged to the apartments by my father. It was about midnight so no one saw us.
"If you make any attempt to run, I will kill you." he said pulling out a revolver from his pocket. "Move! You know where to go!"
Reluctantly I headed up the stairs to his room. He opened the door still pointing is gun at me. "Now get in."
I walked in and he closed the door behind us. He locked the door and turned to me.
"Never thought I'd have to do this to my own kid." he grinned widely. "I found a friend here for you, but don't worry we already talked and he promised not to do anything to you."
"Miss me?" Trevor asked walking out of the back room.
"As long as you cooperate, you wil not get hurt."
"Why are ye doin dis. I don even know you!" I yelled astonished by his decision.
"Childeren such as yourself wouldn't understand."
"Its money ain't it. Dats why ye sold me brodda te Mista Pulitza!"
He backhanded me in an instant. "Don't you ever speak to me about things you don't understand." He snarled.
"I know mora bout it den ye think." I said quietly. "I ain't afraid of ye or of im. I already told ye dat Trevor. I don care whudd ye say te me eida."
"You'd better start caring." My father threatened me.
"Why, ye people are full of lies anyway."
He smacked me again, but harder. "Don't you dare speak to me like that."
"Why I don even know ye!"
He was about to strick at me again, but Trevor stopped him. "Hold on a sec." I have some friends that need to settle a score with her, mind if we punish her instead?"
"Go ahead, just remember what I told you."
Trevor grabbed me. "C'mon we're goin te see some friends." he dragged me out of the apartments. "Yer lucky I can't kill ye." he said as he pulled me to the building we were when he bargained me for my brother.
"Will ye let go, I can walk on my own!" I yelled trying to tug my arm loose.
"But it don mean you ain't gonna run from me." he said sternly pulling me closer. He tightened his grip on me. "Just think, if ye stayed wid me, ye wouldn't be marryin yer brodda."
"I don care if stayin wid you would keep me own fatha away. I can't and I couldn't. Dat's why I left." I tried to pull away from him but he held me even tighter. "Please stop! Let go!!" I tried more desperrtly.
"I can't. I don wanna. What happeed to ye and me?" he asked sadlly.
"Ye mean afta ye attacked me?" I asked. Atleast he let go.
"Dat's right…ye wanna know why?" he asked and I noticed he looked angery. "Of course it really had nuttin te do wid ye. Yer family only survived cuz of Bailey's adoptive parents. Dey owned a big business an dey were in charge of me fathas. But ye wouldn't know bout it. And dat dey gave yer motha mora money den me fatha eined cuz she freely gave one of her only daughters te em. But I took care of em fer it. I only liked ye cuz of yer looks and I did actually like ye den, I still do, but ye can be replaced. I had yer motha done in too. I only meant for im te steal her money an give it to me, but it didn't woik out. She didn't listen an I told im if she didn't give im de money te kill her."
I couldn't say anything. Then I tried to run but I ran into someone. "Surprised te see us too?' Crane asked.
"Ye shoudn't be, we owe ye big." Knives said laughing.
Knives grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "Let go! Whudds wrong wid ye!" I yelled.
"I think de problem is youse." he laughed. "C''mon lets get inside befora someone recognises her."
Once we were inside Knives threw me agains the wall. "I shoulda told ye but fer evey time ye hit me, I get te hit ye twenty times, yer lucky cuz yer a goil."
Knives punched me in the stomach then he grabbed my arm. "Too bad fer ye no one knows yer hea."
Knives let me go and I felt a huge pain in my stomach, he had punched me where I had stitches. I touched it and looked at my hand. It was covered in blood.
"Whudds wrong, we pop a stitch?" Crane asked sarcastically. Crane grabbed my bad shoulder and squeezed it. I yelled with the pain. "S'matta, does it hoit? I'm thinkin of makin some cuts o' me own." he pulled out a knife of his own.
"Hold on, lets have some fun wid her befora ye make her bleed." Knives said grabbing the knivfe.
"Yer right, I think mebe we should, ye know, have some fun now dat we gots her." Crane said grabbing me around the waist.
"No!" Trever said grabbing me and pulling me away from Crane. "We can't. I promised her fatha dat we would't, cuz he wants her te have her brodas baby. Well his foist an her's anyway. He said afta we can do anythin we want wid her, cept kill her."
"Let me tell ye, dat guy is sick. Too bad I won't be seein de look on yer face when yer brodda gots ye." Crane grinned.