I looked for the closes thing to me and grabbed railing to stairs. Trevor was standing behind whomever was holding me. To my right was Spot, standing and starring at Trevor. I looked harder and saw Trevor had a gun pointing at Spot, I saw blood on the gun. It had to have been the object that hit me.
The kid let me go and took a step back, I recognized the ugly mug, Oscar. Trevor looked at me and grinned, then pointed the gun from Spot to me.
"Well, lookit whudd I got hea. I got meself some fun. De only problem is, which onea ye I shoot foist."
Suddenly I felt my stomach turn. I was afraid of being shot, and afraid of Spot getting shot. I looked at Spot, then back at Trevor horrified. I didn't know what to think.
"Shoot me. Leave Angel alone."
"Spot!" I stared mortified. I hoped Trevor wouldn't have the guts to shoot Spot of all people.
"Oh I will. Don ye worry." Trevor seemed to be enjoying the moment. "Ye know I've been lookin fer ye. Finally, and wid dat I also get yer boy wit ye. Whudd a lucky day it woulda been, but I only got one bullet. Oscar hea didn't tell me youse was being escorted by dis trash."
I clenched my fists. I almost started at Trevor, but he cocked the gun, the sound forving me to stop dead in my tracks. I looked at Spot and he too was scared, not for him, but for me. Givin the state Trevor was in, he was willing to do anything to make himself happy.
Trevor grinned and put down the gun, "my chance" I thought as he looked from me, to Spot, then whispered something to Oscar. I lunged at him, Spot noticed right away.
"Angel!"
As I lunged Trevor put up the gun, his finger tightly on the trigger. Instead of shooting me, he quickly moved the gun towards Spot and pulled the trigger. I stopped after hearing the deafening sound.
Slowly I looked from Trevor to Spot. Spot was on the ground and it was clear where he was shot. Blood was seeping from a hole in his stomach onto his shirt. The blood stain was getting bigger as he lay.
"Oh my god!" I screamed and ran to him. "Spot, oh my god!" I didn't know what to do. My hands were trembling as I tried to figure out where to put them, what to do with him. His face was pale and he was loosing blood fast. Finally I took off his flannel shirt and pressed it against his wound trying to stop the bleeding. "What do I do!" I panicked seeing moore blood on the shirt I was now grasping.
"C'mon lets beat it." Trevor grabbed Oscar by the arm and ran off grinning.
I lifted Spot's head onto my lap and felt his face. I noticed I sleared blood on his face and I looked around aimlessly for help. As Trevor was making his get away, I noticed a newsie walking through alleys. I couldn't remember his name. "Hey you!"
I thought for sure he had to remember me. He slowly walked over, his eyes got big when he got closer "Spot! Hey what happened?"
"Help, please!" I cried to him as he ran when he recognized Spot. "He was shot."
The boy picked up Spot, "C'mon we're takin im te a docta."
I followed, noticing I was covered in blood I wiped away tears that began to stream down my cheeks. In my thoughts I replayed over what happened when Trevor pulled the trigger as I walked. 'What a fool Angel. All you managed to do was get Spot shot, possibly killed!' I began blaming myself for what just happenend.
We managed to get to the Manhattan Lodging House without me realizing it. In a rush Race and Jack went to get a doctor. As the newsie set Spot down oin a bunk, I sat across from him. I looked at him for a moment. I couldn't take it, I took off into my room after everyone began asking what happened. I dropped onto the floor as I closed the door and I began crying harder. I looked at my bloodied hands and realized what I'd done. Because of me, the most important person to me was injured.