"Angel, I think we need a talk lata." Spot said looking at me with very angry eyes. As Spot approached Chris, I could tell he didn't know what to say. Spot brushed his hand through his hair as he thought of something to say. "I guess ye already know a lil bit bout why yer hea huh?" Spot asked with a weak grin. "I'm sorry if Angel has caused ye-"
"Ye neva came back." Chris interrupted looking up at Spot. "I waited, I thought ye'd neva come."
"I really waned to. I jus thought ye prolly hated me an fergot. I thought it was best te leave ye derre, ye coulda found a betta family."
"I didn't want anuda family Spot. I wanned oua family. It might not've been poifect, but we was still a family."
"I'm really sorry. I did de best I could of lookin afte ye from whea I was. I jus thought it was betta if you was adopted."
Bailey and Christina went into the back to talk. Frit took Doodles with them. I looked at Spot wondering if he was going to be alright. I knew he was probably mad at me so I decided to follow Frit, hoping Spot didn't see if he wanted to talk to me.
"Angel, why dunn ye stick round hea fer a bit." Spot said not taking his eyes off of Chris.
"I was jus gonna go see if Doodl-"
"Angel!" Spot ordered now looking at me.
"I think I'd better stay."I said then sitting down on the counter with Spot and Chris standing infront of it. I looked at the floor while Spot and Chris talked about the past. I hoped Spot wouldn't yell, and I really hoped he didn't notice I was hurt. Then again, I wondered what he thought when Frit picked up Doodles…. DOOMED! I thought to myself, then suddenly I felt someones hand on my shoulder.
"Alright, I'ma go an have a lil talk wid Angel. We'll figurre some things out lata. Fer now, I think mebe ye should try an get te know de odda weados in de back." Spot grinned as he pulled me off the counter. "We're goin outside fer a minute."
Spot didn't notice I was injured when we went outside. But he did notice his shirt was missing and I told him I took it off earlier. Spot didn't seem to believe me, but said it was fine. I could tell he was mad and I knew he was trying hard not to yell.
"Ye know, I really appreciate whudd ye did, but ye went behind me back. Ye know how much I hate it when ye go an do somethin like dis. Sometimes I wonda if ye even know how much ye drive me crazy doin reckless stuff like dis. Yer lucky fer not runnin inte Treva." Spot sighed and looked up at the sky. "Ye know yer most important right now, but ye also know I can't protect ye all de time. Dats why Doodles an Bai taught ye a lil bout fighin."
"Spot, its fine. I don't need ye te always be derre specially when its somethin I should be able te do meself." I wrapped my arms around Spot and looked up into his eyes. I was giving him the killer look he could never resist. "I promise everythin is fine! I'm safe, yer safe, an most imporatantly Chris, yer brodda, is safe."
Spot and Frit left while me, Doodles, Bailey, and Chris stayed the night with Christina. I asked Spot if it would be ok if Chris stayed just in case Spot questioned him and found out about Trever. Me and Bailey made sure that Chris knew not to tell Spot anything especially about my injuries or Trever.
"I still dunno whudd's so bad bout tellin Spot." Chris said right as we were going to bed.
"We've been ova dis befora. Spot hates it when I go behind his back. Not te mention I promised im dat I would stop doin anythin dangerous." I said as I struggled to get comfortable on the floor between Bailey and Christina. "Doodles, ye got enough room?" I asked looking over Christina.
"I'm good, now everyone shudd yer traps!" Doodles shouted with a blanket covering her face.
Before I knew it I was back in a dream. Once again Bailey's mother was talking. Mr. Bloom left the room and left Mrs. Bloom to talk to Bailey alone.
"Theres something I need to tell you, but you musn't ever tell you're father you or I know this."
"What is it mom?"
"Sweetie. Trever, he's well he's you're father's first child. Before he even met me. I knew they were once together, but he left her even before she knew she was pregnant and they agreed that she would marry someone else to raise the child."
"Mom, what are you saying?" Bailey asked wide eyed.
"I'm saying that, Trevor, technically speaking, is related to you. You're mother met Mr. Bloom and before we got married they had a son. You're mother gave him up for adoption because your real father didn't want the child. Your sister and brother do not know about this, your father doesn't want Allison and Andrew to find out either. You know Trevor is poor but your father doesn't want to have anything to do with him. If Trevor finds out he will probably come after your father to get money he should be inheriting."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I want you to stay safe. The day he finds out you are getting his money, he might do something terrible."