Who thinks its time for a conclusion?

Chapter 56:

*** 1 week later!***

Spot pulled his chair out at the dining table and sat down. He looked around the table. No Fire's face. It had been one week exactly and Fire had gone through at least ten beatings and two rapes. It killed him he couldn't do a thing. His father timed it perfectly, because he knew Spot would do something otherwise. Once that door was locked there was no getting in. Spot looked at his mother and they made eye contact. Mrs. Conlon quickly looked away. Spot turned his head and watched his father sit down at the head of the table.

"Ah Patrick, so how was your first day at work? Tough isn't it son." Mr. Conlon tucked his napkin into this collar.

"No. I mean when I was a Newsies up earlier and out in the freezing col…." Spot shut his mouth after a glare from his father. "Sorry sir." It was killing Spot to take all the crap from his father. But he knew his father would kill Fire if he disobeyed. Spot said his prayers with the family, yet he didn't understand why his father was praying because he believed there was nothing that could help his father from going to hell. Spot looked at the meal in front of him. He knew Fire would be lucky if she ate anything tonight. Spot turned his head towards the door as it opened.

"Heeeeeeey Fam!" Fire yelled walking into the room.

"Damn it! Cleary!" Mr. Conlon stood up. "Wow someone's been drinking." Fire made a face.

"Really? Who?" Fire walked over to her mother. "Have you?" Fire looked at Spot. "How about you Brooklyn boy?" Mr. Conlon grabbed Fire's arm.

"Stupid whore. I've had it." Mr. Conlon started to drag Fire out of the room.

"Sir. She's drunk. Please Sir. Don't." Spot stood up. "I'll take care of her."

"Tucking her into bed doesn't count as being punished. For getting drunk she deserves the worst." Mr. Conlon continued to drag Fire out of the room.

"You never get punished. She's always the one who gets punished for you being drunk! You beating this morning was probably hurting her so much she couldn't deal with it and she drank to get the pain away. That's the only thing she learned from this family. Is to drink will get rid of all your pain and to runaway from everything! I am gonna deal with her the way she is meant be dealt with. And if you are gonna kill her your gonna have to go through me first." Spot grabbed his fathers arm. "So I suggest you remove your hand right now." Mr. Conlon looked at his son and slowly removed his hand. "Good." Spot grabbed Fire's arm. "Come on sis." Spot started to lead Fire out of the lead Fire out of the room.

"Patrick." Spot turned around and was looking at his father holding up a gun.

"Your gonna kill me?" Spot asked stepping in front of Fire.

"If that's what it takes to get to her. Either move or die."

"Die." Mr. Conlon smiled and pulled the trigger. Fire just started laughing.

"Yea lets see. I live with an abusive father who wants me dead. Like I am gonna leave your guns lying around loaded." Fire stepped in front of Mr. Conlon. "A couple sips of whiskey are more then it takes to get this girl drunk. See I had this whole plan. But Spot decided to be an older brother and stand up for me. I was gonna get you alone in your office and then do this." Fire pulled out a gun. "Now Daddy all I got to do is pull the trigger. I've killed before and I ain't scared to kill again." Spot looked at Fire. "Just let the boy go and I might not kill you. can't make an promises."

"You kill me and you go to jail for the rest of your life." Mr. Conlon took a step closer to Fire and Spot.

"Better then here." Fire didn't bug. Mr. Conlon just kept coming closer.

"You don't got the guts. Its gonna be harder killing dear old dad. Baby girl. I mean I helped make you. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here." Fire lowered the gun. "Good job Cleary. don't kill daddy." Mr. Conlon threw Fire into the dining room, table and the gun went flying. Spot and his father looked at each other and both ran for the gun. Mr. Conlon grabbed it just a second before Spot could. "Look here I have a loaded gun what shall I do." Fire pushed her self up and fell again. Spot rushed over to Fire's side.

"Spot promise me if or when I die that you will get up and out of here right away. don't leave Books waiting to long." Spot looked up at Mr. Conlon then back at Fire. "Spot?"

"I promise." Spot squeezed Fire's hand.

"He's gonna kill me. Just walk away now. Spot go now. I don't want my big bro to see me killed. I love you Spot." Spot kissed Fire's forehead.

"I am not letting you go that easily." Spot stood up.

"No you are gonna get yourself killed and I am still gonna die. Go! Spot get out of here! I can handle myself! Spot if you love and care about me you will! You're the only one that can tell Jimmy about me when I was little! Please!" Spot turned his head and looked at the floor where Fire was laying.

"I can't leave you."

"You have to." Spot walked over to Fire and kissed her forehead again. "I love you Fire." Spot blinked back his tears. "Fire…"

"I am already dying. I am sick. And I am pretty sure he broke a lot of my bones right now. That table is mad hard. I gotta go. I just don't want you to see it please. I don't want you to die. He has a gun and you have nothing." Spot stood up and wiped his tears away. "I love you Spot." Spot turned and walked out of the door. The door slammed and a gun fire was shot.