Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Newsies. Disney owns them. I do wish I owned Spot though.

Chapter 4

Soon they stopped in front of a small restaurant. Kate looked at the sign above the door. It read Tibby's Restaurant. Kate had passed by it a couple of times but thought nothing of it. Before she knew what was happening Spot pulled her into the restaurant. There were a lot of newsies in the small restaurant. Kate recognized some of the boys from before. Spot pulled her over to a group of boys.

"Kate, this is Jack, leader of Manhattan. Over there is Kid Blink, Racetrack, Mush, Boots, Les, David, Specs, Dutchy, Pie Eater, and Snipeshooter. Guys this is Kate or Nightmare." Spot said.

"Hi everyone." Kate said. The guys responded with nods. Then it hit her.

"Did you say Manhattan?" Kate asked Spot.

"Yeah." Spot answered calmly.

"You asshole!" Kate screamed. Everyone turned and looked at them. "I told you I never wanted to come back to Manhattan. Well, I didn't say never but just not for a long time. I can't believe you took me over here when you knew full well I didn't want to come." Kate screamed at him. Spot was mentally kicking himself.

"I'm sorry." was all Spot was able to say before Kate ran out the door crying.

Kate ran as fast as her legs would go. She ran all the way to Central Park. When she got there, she sat on a bench and cried. She had trusted him. She couldn't believe he had done that to her.

"I'm really sorry." came a voice from behind her. She turned around to see Spot standing behind her. He had followed her when she had run out of Tibby's.

"I don't know what I was thinking." Spot continued.

"You weren't thinking." Kate said.

"I thought I was trying to help." Spot said sitting down next to her.

"Before you try and help someone you might want to get the whole story first." Kate said angrily moving away from Spot.

"I know I should." Spot replied moving to try and comfort her.

"I'm sorry Spot, but I need some time to think. I just can't talk to you right now." Kate said standing up and walking away.

When Kate walked into the lodging house later that night, she found Spot waiting for her with a not so pleased look on his face. Kate stared at Spot for a moment then turned and started up the stairs. Spot grabbed her arm and spun her around so that she was looking at him.

"Where have you been?" Spot asked.

"Why should I tell you?" Kate replied.

"I've been worried about you."

"Yeah right."

"I thought something bad had happened to you."

"Why do you care so much about what happens to me? If you found me dead on the floor with blood dripping out of my wrists, would you actually care or just pretend to care?" Kate yelled at him.

"Let me see your wrists." Spot said calmly.

"No."

"Let me see them!" Spot yelled. Kate sighed and pulled up her sleeves and revealed her wrists. Spot was horrified to see cuts all over them.

"Why do you do this?" Spot asked looking into her eyes.

"Is it any of your business?"

"Just answer the question. Why do you cut your wrists?"

"Answer my question first then I'll answer yours." Kate said crossing her arms across her chest. Spot sighed.

"Of course I would care. I love you Kate. Now will you please tell me why you do that to yourself?"

"What did you just say?"

"I said will you please tell me why you do that to yourself."

"No before that."

"I said I love you."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. I love you a lot. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't care if you were cutting yourself. Now will you please tell me why you do that?" Spot said looking her in the eyes. Kate knew she would have to tell him soon or later, but she preferred to tell him later. Kate walked over to the couch and sat down. Spot followed her and sat down next to her.

"My family was very rich. My father worked hard to support us. He had been in a gang in Chicago when he was younger. When he was 18, he decided he'd had enough and wanted out, but as I'm sure you know, it's not that easy so my father moved to Manhattan to start a new life. He changed his name and got a job. He also married my mom. Everything was fine, no one had found him, he had a loving wife, and three wonderful kids. Well, one day my father accidentally bumped into one of the members on his way home from work and that's when it all started. The guy came to the house later that night and wanted to talk to my father. Well, he agreed to talk to him and showed him to his study. I was curious and the door had been left ajar so I went and watched. The guy was apparently an old friend of my father's when he had lived in Chicago. They started to argue about something and all of a sudden the guy took out a gun and shot my father. The guy stood there for a little while, almost like he was in shock, like he couldn't believe he had just killed his best friend. He then put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I just sat there, I couldn't move at all. I just watched it all happen. Blood was all over everything; it ran down the walls and there were pools on my father's desk. It was all over. There was so much blood. I should have run that night after the police had questioned me about it, but I didn't. I stayed in that house for weeks. I cut to try to forget what had happened that night. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I ran. Then you found me, and well, you know the rest. Most of my nightmares are about that night."

Kate finished as Spot wrapped her in his arms and just let her cry. Spot just held until she had cried herself to sleep, then he gently lifted her from the couch and made his way to the bunkroom. He laid her down in her bunk and watched her for a few minutes before crawling into his own bunk. He laid there and thought about what Kate had been through. He wouldn't have wished that on his worst enemy. His eyes soon became heavy and he soon fell asleep.

Kate woke up suddenly. She figured it was somewhere around one in the morning. She wondered how she had gotten in her bunk; the last thing she remembered was sitting on the couch telling Spot about her past. She looked around the room at all the sleeping newsies. She got from her bed as quietly as she could then her eyes came to rest on Spot, who was sleeping peacefully in the bunk on top of hers. She just watched him for a couple of minutes. He's so adorable. She thought. She finally tore her eyes away from him as a thought came to her mind. What if he's looking for me? Kate knew she couldn't stay. She didn't want to put the boys at risk. She especially didn't want to put Spot at risk. Kate quietly packed the few things she had. She found a piece of paper and wrote a note for Spot.

Dear Spot,

I'm sorry but I can't stay here anymore. It has nothing to do with you. You've been nothing but kind to me. I just can't stay and put you at risk. I love you Spot. Please understand. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine where I'm going. Take care of yourself Spot. Don't forget me. I know I won't forget you. Please remember that I love you with all my heart and you'll always have a place in my heart.

Love,

Kate

Kate placed the note next to Spot's bunk then quietly slipped out of the lodging house and headed straight for Manhattan.

AN: I hope you guys are liking the changes that I've made to the story. Please review. I would love to know what you think.