Chapter 13

A/N- I know it's been a LONG time since I've updated this one, but I think I will today J

"Kyle… what's in the suitcase?" Kylie asked as the three walked slowly back to Brooklyn.

"Just stuff…" Spot said sternly as he kept walking.

"Kyle, what's in there!?" Kylie demanded.

"Don't worry bout it Kylie!" Spot seethed.

"What happened to Daddy, Kyle?" Kylie inquired.

"Kylie!  We will talk about dis later!" Spot shouted.

"Mommy, what's going on?" BB asked.

"Never mind Vivien." Kylie said holding onto her daughters' hand.

"Mommy, I'm tired of walking…" BB said rubbing eyes.  Spot stopped, handed one of the suitcases to Kylie and picked up BB.

"Kyle… why are you angry?" Kylie asked.

"Da name's Spot!" He fumed.  Tears started falling down Kylies' face.  "Kylee don't cry… please don't cry.  I'se sorry.  I'll tell ya everyting as soon as we'se get back to the lodgin' house.  We'se don't even hafta sell da evenin' edition if ya don't want ta." Spot said softly.

"Ok… I don't want to sell the evenin' edition…" Kylie sniffled.  The two walked the rest of the way back to Brooklyn in silence, as BB slept on Spot's shoulder.  Once they reached the lodging house, Spot paid for the three of them for the night.  They then went up to Spot's room.

"So, what's in the suitcases?" Kylie asked as she tucked BB into the bottom bunk.  Spot sat down on the floor and opened the suitcases.  Clothes, pictures, toys, and money slipped out of the suitcases.

"Kyle!  How did you get all of dis?" Kylie asked in awe as she started going through the suitcases.

"I killed 'im Kylie." Spot said softly.

"Wh… what?" Kylie asked as a look of concern crossed her face.

"I 'it 'im wit me cane and I'se kicked 'im and I'se punched 'im.  'e wasn't breathin' when I'se left." Spot told her.  Tears started to form in Kylie's eyes.  "It's ok Kylie, 'e can't hurtchu anymore."

"That's not why I'm crying Kyle…"

"Spot."

"Spot… whatever.  You'se just made us orphans.  We'se don't got no parents now.  You'se just did what Daddy did to Mom…  We'se don't got any family now!  We don't have a house or… or anything!" Kylie whimpered.

"Kylie, we'se neva had any of dat!  We'se had a Mom.  We'se neva had a real Dad, just an jerk.  We'se didn't have a house, we had a shack practically.  It was fallin' apart as long as I can remember.  And we'se do have a family, you, me and BB." Spot told her.

"Kyle…"

"Spot!"

"KYLE LEE CONLON!  You'se are wrong!  Maybe you'se just don't remembeh cuz you'se left, but Daddy was a fatha for a long time!  He neva stopped bein' a fatha until 'e started drinkin'.  And it may notta been da greatest house, but it was our home!" Kylie shrieked.  A second later there was a knock on the door.

"Spot?  What's goin' on in dere?" Tracker's voice came through the door.

"Nothin' Tracker.  I'll be out in a liddle while." Spot said in an abrupt manor.  "I'se sorry Kylie.  I'se missed ya.  I guess it's just weird bein' tagetha after all dese years."

"You was only 9 when ya left.  You'se only 15 now.  You're so young…"

"Hey!  I'm almost 16!" Spot laughed.

"Mommy… Spot… be quiet!  I'se tryin' ta sleep!" BB mumbled and turned back over to go back to sleep.  Spot and Kylie broke into muffled laughs.