"Please stay." Her green eyes looked up at him.
"I can't. If Jacky Boy found out …" He stared down at her. He wanted to so badly, but he wasn't going to. Jack had made him promise not to.
"Oh." She looked disappointed, but she understood. "I had a wonderful time. Thank you."
Instead of saying anything, he just kissed her softly on the lips. "Goodnight, angel."
She was humming to herself when she remembered who was coming back to the store today. "Oh well, I just have to deal with him today and then I won't see him anymore. How bout could he be?" She thought while dressing. She got a bun out of the cupboard and gathered the clothes she had borrowed from Medda in her arms and left the apartment. She made a quick stop at the theatre, returned the clothes, and headed back towards the shop.
Pulitzer was waiting for her and Mrs. Wringer stood there. As she walked in he stormed up to her. "You worthless whore!" He yelled and slapped her.
"What are you doing?" She cried out. Pulitzer was bigger and stronger than her and she was helpless and terrified.
"I saw you last night! I saw you! You were with some bastard in a tux."
"You saw me? Oh my God, you've been following me." This was a nightmare.
"Fuck yes I followed you! I thought I loved you, you bitch! You are just a whore who led me on."
"I never led you on, you stupid boy!" He just ignored her.
"Well if you act like a whore, I'll treat you like one!" He screamed. Mrs. Wringer just snickered, enjoying the show. He pushed her against the wall and himself against her. She tried shoving him off but he just threw her onto the ground.
"GET OFF OF ME!" She screamed over and over again, but he still straddled her. He began to run his finger between her naval and chest. "STOP IT!" Claire said punching him with her small fists. He lifted her up a foot off the floor by the shoulders and slammed her head against the hardwood. She cried out in pain.
Spot heard someone screaming somewhere down the street he was selling on. He made a point of staying near the shop where Claire worked. Jack had told him about the situation with Pulitzer. The screaming had definitely come from a girl. Knowing he was paranoid he tried staying calm. "It probably isn't her. I'se just gotta check." He said. His thoughts, however, contradicted the speed at which he was tearing down the street. He yanked open the door to the building where the noise was coming from and saw the worst possible situation and threw down his papers. A fat lady only made it worse when she grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back before he could get to Claire.
"Oh, you'se is the knight in shining armor come to rescue the fair damsel in distress?" She hissed sarcastically. She was twisting his arms so hard he cried out in pain. His cry got Claire's attention and she looked up to see Spot squirming to try and get to her and Pulitzer. Pulitzer saw and just grabbed her cheeks and made her face him, kissing her again.
"I'se is afraid you don't understand. Ms. Kelly choose this the day she got this job. This is business of a professional natcha'." The woman continued.
"Lemme go ya, crazy bitch!" He screamed and slammed her into a wall. She let go of his arms and slid down against the wall. Spot ran over to the asshole he saw forcing Claire's face against his. He pulled the overweight, unattractive kid off of Claire who retreated to a corner sobbing. This time Pulitzer was the one being thrown to the ground and being hit. "Don't cho EVA touch her again! You'se ain't even allowed to look at her!"
"Who the hell do you think are, you dirty little newsie?" Pulitzer spat out.
Spot pulled him to his feet by his collar. Looking him straight in the eye he said "I'se da goddamn king 'a Brooklyn, you asshole." With that he delivered the hardest punch he'd ever thrown and knocked Pulitzer out. He let him fall to the ground in a crumpled heap.
"Claire, you'se alright?" Spot said. She was still in the corner hugging her knees, crying heavily. She had a black eye and bruises around her arms where he'd grabbed her. Her lip was busted open and the blood coming out of it was mixing with the tears that fell from her eyes. She hurt everywhere but it was the emotional trauma that upset her the most. "I'se swear he ain't neva gonna come near ya again." Spot helped her up and held her tightly. She couldn't talk yet and just cried into his shoulder. "We'se gotta get outta here befoah da bulls show up."
Claire nodded and he held her hand as they walked back to her apartment. "Spot?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"What was I supposed ta do? Let 'im rape ya?"
"Well you still saved me, I think you'se deserve a thanks regardless of whether you had to or not."
"You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I fine. Jack's going to flip though. He'll probably try to murder Pulitzer."
"Not if I kill em foist."
"Normally I would try to stop you, but I think it would be appropriate this time.
This is one of the last chapters I think. Maybe, I might add more about what Pulitzer tries to do to Spot because we can't just pretend he disappears forever. (Wouldn't that be nice though?)
I just wanted to say thanks to everyone that has reviewed. They are all amazing writers and super duper in general! Everyone should check out what they've written. I'd do shout outs but I'm too lazy. But just one thing for RedRouge- I warned you about last chapter! Haha! But maybe this one is just as cheestastic, only a different form of cheesiness.