Chapter 61:

"Spot!!!" Loons yelled running out of the girls bunkroom. "Sp-" Loons tripped over a loose floorboard and fell flat on her face. Spot opened his bedroom door. "Ow. Oh okay so anyway Dolly went to murder what's his face." Spot Stepped over Loons and walked into the boys bunkroom.

"Legs! Go to Manhattan and tell Jack, Blink, and race to meet me at my old home! Now!" Legs ran out of the room. Spot walked out of the bunkroom and looked at Loons who was still lying on the floor. "Get up!" Loons stood up quickly. "Loons you gotta stop drinking so early in the morning." Loons smacked Spots shoulder.

"I didn't drink. I did that without achole." Loons crossed her arms.

"Come on get Books and Brass. We got to go save Dolly's ass. There is no way she'll survive. If Fire couldn't Dolly can't." Spot walked down the stairs.

"Yeah but Dolly is a best friend on a mission!" Loons yelled after him. "Dolly is gonna kill!" Books and Brass came running out of the room and passed Loons and ran down the stairs. "I always get left behind." Loons turned and ran down the stairs.

"Slow poke," Spot whispered.

"Dumb ass" Loons whispered back.

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"You can do this you scardy cat." Dolly walked up to the front door. "What the fuck you doing. Your gonna murder someone so you knock on the door 'hi I am hear to murder Mr. Conlon.' Look now I am talking to myself. Okay what would Fire do?" Dolly looked around. On the second floor was an open window. Dolly felt her pocket. Fire's gun laid inside of dolly's pocket. Dolly took a deep breath and climbed the lattice. "You can do this." Dolly reached the open window and looked inside. No one was insight. "Wow I just pulled a Fire. I wonder which one of these was her room. And which one was Spots. Now Mr. Conlon would probably be in his bedroom or office. Now I got to find that. Dolly walked a tiny bit till she reached the first door. Dolly put her ear against the door. "Shit how am I suppose to know." Dolly took another deep breath and opened the door slightly. She poked her head in. "Defiantly a boys bedroom." Dolly closed the door and moved on to the next room. "Okay," Dolly whispered. Dolly herd noise in the room. "Great how do I tell if it is him or not? Fire would?" Dolly smiled and knocked on the door. "Would you like some food?" Dolly said changing her voice a bit.

"No I wouldn't," someone whispered form behind Dolly. Dolly's eyes widened and she turned around slowly. "what the fuck you doing here?"

"Oh god Spot you almost gave me a heart attack." Spot just shook his head.

"You could get yourself killed roaming this house! What were you thinking?" The door behind Dolly opened. Spot looked up from Dolly and looked at his brother. "We're leaving." Spot grabbed Dolly's shoulder.

"Are you stupid coming back here. Dad's just three doors down in his bedroom. Imagine what he do if he caught her out here. She's a street rat in his house. One girl is enough. Her type isn't allow in this house." Spot looked at his brother again.

"I'm her type." Spot said with anger in his voice. "Not that I want to be here. But diss her and you diss me."

"your not her type. You will never be her type. Look none of us wanted to see Cleary get beaten but we sucked it up and thank God it wasn't us. You don't; belong out there. Your first class. You don't belong with street rats! They are disgusting! I mean Cleary belongs out there. She is a dirty whore." Spot let go of Dolly and punched his brother.

"Your the most like the bastard!" Spot threw his brother into the wall. "What don't you understand Matt? She was an innocent little girl!" Matt looked at Spot.

"Patrick you left. How could you leave your family like that. Do you know what you and Cleary leaving did to Mom?" Matt asked staring Spot in the eyes. Matt the brother just above Spot.

"Yea I do but do you know what it did to Cleary to stay? Her life was little more important," Spot started to walk away,

"We learned from Cleary that you ditched her. She wasn't on the streets with you. You were gonan send her back here and you be free. What her screams you couldn't listen to them anymore. If that is so why didn't you save her and come back. wasn't like you didn't want to be separate from her. You were gonna leaver her to die here and you be free!" Spot turned around punched Matt again.

"You don't know anything Matt! I am the one that held her at night while she cried! I was the one that stayed up and watched over her to make sure she slept okay! I was the one that dealt with her nightmares! I took care of her! You didn't give a shit! So don't ever talk to me like that again! You don't even know what went on behind those doors! I had to listen to the horror stories! I did! You wouldn't listen!" Mush punched Spot In the stomach.

"Shut up! You stupid piece of crap!" Matt punched Spot again. Spot grabbed Matt and they fell to the ground punching each other.

"What the fuck is going on out here!" Mr. Conlon came out of his bedroom. The Conlons and the workers started to appear. Dolly looked up at Mr. Conlon. His arm was in a sling.

Probably a drunken accident Dolly thought. Dolly reached into her pocket. Spot glance dup at her for a second and saw a tiny bit of silver starting to appear from her pocket.

"Race!" Spot yelled right before Matt punched him.

"Hey you two break it up!" Mr. Conlon moved closer Spot and Matt. Race was halfway threw the window when Dolly was pointing the gun at Mr. Conlon. Mr. Conlon took a step back. "You gonna shoot street rat?"

" I wouldn't really be calling her names right now," James warned.

"Yea I am gonna shoot you." Someone tackled Dolly but it was to late the gun shot went off. "Your dead!" The person climbed off Dolly and walked over to Mr. Conlon and felt his pulse.

"Your dead if you don't get out of here. You're a street rat that just killed a first class citizen." Dolly stood up slowly.

"The gun shot," Dolly whispered. Matt and Spot had stopped fighting and were both standing next to each other bloody.

"The gun shot? I am telling you get out of here. The police will be here. Give me the gun. I'll take the blame." Dolly refused to hand over the gun.

"No your not gonna give you the gun! I want all the blame!" Dolly yelled.

"Damn it. It's my gun!" Fire grabbed the gun from Dolly's hand. "Get!"