Here is chapter Seventeen. This is basically a chapter that I had to put in so that it would lead to some future events that are going to occur and give you an insight into Hanna's feelings. Sorry for all of the mistakes. But I hope you like it anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from the Newsies movie. I wish I did, but I sadly don't. So I will just have to stick with my character, Hanna. Who belongs entirely to me.

Chapter Seventeen

I couldn't stop crying as Spot and I made our way back to Brooklyn. I knew he wanted to find out what had happened back at the Lodging House but I just wasn't ready to talk about it yet. I was still to upset even to speak. I felt like my heart was breaking in my chest as I began breathing heavy. I still wasn't completely healed from when I had pneumonia.

No matter how many times I went over it in my head. I just couldn't believe that Racetrack could be so cruel to me. Out of everyone in my life, he was the one person who I had actually considered a friend. Someone who I thought would help me, not hurt me more.

The words "Why don't ya just leave," ran throughout my mind. It was as if they had been coming from someone else's mouth when Racetrack screamed them at me. I had half expected something like that from Jack but not my friend. Even though I knew that Race didn't really expect me to listen, it still didn't hurt me any less.

My hands were shaking as once again the bitterness of defeat washed over me. I felt like everyone in my life had given up on me. How could they have the audacity to say that they were my friends when I make one mistake and they throw me to the wolves. I knew that I had lied to them, but it wasn't like I didn't feel guilty about it and I was going to tell them the truth as soon as possible. But they just didn't give me the chance.

I never wanted to leave Manhattan, but I wasn't about to stay somewhere where I wasn't welcome anymore. I should have been an actress because I had pretended to be so calm and arrogant when I left the Lodging House, but really I was scared to death. I was terrified of Brooklyn and the life that laid before me if I left. Don't get me wrong, I felt safe by Spots side but he wasn't going to be around all the time.

But there I was once again leaving everything behind. I was so upset because I had started to make a new life for myself in Manhattan. I had a place to live, new friends and a great job. Yet the cruel hands of fate had dealt me another card and I lost everything. I looked over at Spot who was walking quietly beside me and I sighed. Well maybe not everything.

It had taken us allot longer to make it to the bridge than normal that morning because I had to keep stopping to take a breath. But by the time we had made it across into Brooklyn I had managed to stop crying. Besides I felt like there wasn't any more tears left and it no longer gave me any satisfaction.

I knew I must have looked horrible when we walked into the Brooklyn Lodging House. But I didn't really care at the moment. I felt like I was in a daze or trapped in some hellish nightmare. My mind was a blank and my vision slightly blurred from the tears. Spot took my hand and led me up a flight of stairs and into his room. I could hear the distant sound of a few stray whistles and comments from the newsies. But when Spot turned around and glared at them, it went silent.

When we walked into the room I looked around curiously. It wasn't much bigger than my room had been back in Manhattan. But it was a lot darker because the location of the window didn't allow much sunlight. There was a large brown deck on the far right wall and there were a bunch of old newspapers stacked on top of it. To the right there was a single brass bed with red covers.

Spot took me over and sat me down on the bed. I was still trying my hardest not to cry. He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, taking my hands in his own. "What happened?"

I looked down at our hands that were gripped together and right then and there I thanked god for sending him to me. I didn't know what I would have done without Spot by my side to say stupid things to make me laugh and smirk even when nothing was funny.

Then a picture of Race appeared in my head an I sighed. I owed all of the Manhattan boys so much. They took me in when I had nothing and taught me how to survive. But out of all of them Race was like my brother, my best friend. I never in my right mind would have thought that I would have ever been forced to choose between them. Race was my pillar of strength. But Spot Conlon was my savior. I needed both of them to make me complete.

I looked up into Spot's eyes, then turned around and curled up on his bed. I laid there facing the wall and didn't speak. As Spot left his room and I heard the door shut quietly, silent tears ran down my face. I said two times before that I would never cry again, but sometimes tears are a way to cleanse the soul of pain that you are unable to express physically.

I listened to the sounds coming from downstairs and I heard Spot's voice above the others. He was lecturing them on how to act around me. "Ya treat her like you'd treat ya sista," Spot said sternly. I laughed as I pictured the intense look on his face. But then my smile faded as I heard Blade's voice.

"I don't see why we have ta change just cause Manhattan loves ta drop off all there trash on our doorstep!"

I heard a chair hit the floor and I knew that Spot must have jumped to his feet. "Shut up!" I could almost feel the venom in his voice. "I'm tired of ya actin like ya know everything, when ya don't know nuthin. But I will tell ya this Blade…" Spot's voice was low and dangerous. "If ya touch her in any way or make her upset. I will personally make sure you will never be able ta show ya face in Brooklyn again."

I prayed that there wouldn't be a fight as I heard Blade speak. "Is that a threat?"

"That's exactly what it is…" Spot said. "And if ya think I'm jokin…then go ahead and try me."

"Maybe I will!" Blade said temptingly.

At this I sat up in the bed and walked quickly over to the door. I opened it up slightly and looked out. Blade was standing in Spots face, while the rest of the newsies crowded around them. My heart clenched as I saw Spot take a step forward.

It wasn't that I didn't think he could handle this on his own. But Blade was a few inches taller than him and much larger in build. I knew that Spot was the leader of Brooklyn and that he must have been able to keep his title somehow. But I wouldn't have been so worried if his opponent wasn't so much larger than him.

But before anything serious could happen Booker came out and put a hand on Blades shoulder. " I think you should take a walk outside and cool off before you do something stupid." A bunch of the Brooklyn newsies stepped up and agreed.

Looking around, Blade knew that he was surrounded and if he laid a hand on there leader it would be a bad situation. So he shoved Booker out of the way and slammed open the door, walking out into the cool spring air.

That was when I realized just how Spot survived. Not only was he a good fighter but he had a powerful elegance with the boys he looked after. So that if anyone did have the guts to challenge his authority and he wasn't able to take them on himself, he had his friends to back him up. He wasn't a leader out of intimidation, he was the leader of Brooklyn because the newsies wanted him to be.

I looked down at the boy that I had grown so found of over the past few weeks and felt a pain in my chest at the look on his face. I knew that it must have really bothered Spot when one of his boys tried to take control. Which made me even more upset because it was my fault that they were fighting in the first place. If I had never come here then there never would have been an argument.

I shut the door quietly and walked over to his bed. The room had grown even darker as the sun began to set outside. I sat down and put my head in my hands. Suddenly I heard the door open and Spot walked in.

He stopped walking and looked at me startled when he saw that I was awake. "I thought you were sleepin!" He said urgently.

I didn't answer, I just shook my head no. Spot began pacing the room and I watched as he ran his hand through his hair every so often. "I'm sorry," I managed to say, as I looked at him sadly.

Spot stopped pacing and walked over to me. "You heard us fighting didn't ya?" He asked concerned.

I nodded my head as the tears came. "I'm so sorry! I never should have come." I stood up and went to walk to the door but Spot grabbed my good wrist.

"Where do ya think your goin?" He asked with a smirk as he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. But when he saw that I was really upset, he sighed and looked at me sincerely. "You have nuthin ta be sorry about Dollface."

I just lowered my head as if ashamed. "I am the reason that you were fighting. Everywhere I go I cause problems. I should just go to the orphanage and stop being such a nuisance to everybody." I cried but Spot grabbed my shoulder and turned my face up to look at him.

"Now look at me! I'm not gunna let ya go ta some orphanage. I don't know what they said ta ya back in Manhattan but your not a nuisance." I smirked but then my face turned sorrowful again. There was a short pause and then I began to tell him everything.

"I was prepared for them to yell at me." I said as I started to tell him the story. He walked me over to the bed and sat down next to me. "But Racetrack…he was so angry. I couldn't take him yelling at me. He was my closest friend, like a brother to me. I don't know why I upset him so much." I said as I leaned my head on Spots shoulder. "I felt like I was being ganged up on. I couldn't take it so I got defensive and started yelling back. I told him that I could take care of myself and that he would just have to trust me. I didn't want to lie to them…. I was so upset that they just wouldn't listen to my side of the story. I was going to leave but then Race…" I started crying again and Spot rubbed my back. "He said that if it was so bad there then why didn't I just leave. So I said that I would and he taunted me. He said that I didn't have anywhere else to go. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew I wouldn't leave. So I said that I was coming here and I left."

To my surprise Spot just sat there for a few minutes and let me cry on his shoulder. I think he knew that I wasn't just crying because of what happened that morning but because of everything. A person can only take so much before they finally break. Somehow I knew that this was my breaking point.

Thank you:

C.M. Higgins- Hey, Aww I didn't mean to make you cry! But I guess that was a good thing because that means I did a good job with writing it. I always look forward to reviews that make me so happy. I wrote this chapter kind of quick. It's just kind of like a filler chapter that helps lead to something that is going to happen later on. I luv your stories a lot and I hope that you update soon.

NadaZimri- Yeah I did feel bad for having to make her fight with them. But that is how the story goes. I really didn't mean to make the last chapter as sad as it was. I can't wait to keep writing. things are going to get very interesting.

Splashey- Hey, yeah I was depressed when I had to make them fight. But it had to be a bad enough fight that she would leave. Yeah I decided to send her to Brooklyn so that Spot could be in it more. But a lot of stuff is going to be happening soon. I can't wait to get writing the next chapter.

Coin- Thanks, sorry I haven't emailed you in awhile. I have been so busy and not really able to talk much. I'm glad you liked that saying, it just popped up in my head while I was writing.

Clover- Yeah, I hate to see Race and Hanna fight also. But I had to make a sacrifice for the story line. Don't worry, things get better…and worse. So I hope you keep reading.

Luv ya all,

BlackWiltedRose