Author note: Heya kittens! Sorry I didn't get this out earlier, I had to get my bags cut today, and then I went out to town…or whatever.
Spot and I soon parted. I stared up at him longingly, trying to control myself. Spot stared down at me lovingly, and kissed me once more.
I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. We pulled away from each other, and glanced around. Spot opened his mouth to say something, but the door opened and Race poked his head out.
"I can't handle dis dumbass in here," he said. "Come in here and baby-sit 'em." I rolled my eyes and sighed in frustration.
"Horrible timing," I whispered to Race as I followed him back inside, Spot following behind us.
Jack was sitting on Scout's bed, talking to her.
"My mom over there says I 'lost my damn mind.' I think he hates me." I stopped and shook my head.
"Jack – I mean, Katie, you are aware of the fact that she isn't awake, right?" Jack looked down at Scout, and then back up at me.
"Oh," he said. "Anyways," he continued to talk to her. I gave Racetrack an odd look as Spot laughed.
"Katie," Race said, putting a hand on Jack's shoulder. "I would like ta introduce ya to yer son." He pointed to Spot,
"Meet Natalie." Spot's eyes grew wide.
"I thought that was Spot," Jack said, scratching his head.
"Nah, we lied." Jack grinned and hugged Spot.
"Get off me!" Spot shouted, pushing Jack away. I slapped my forehead and shook my head.
"Morons," I muttered. Spot stood behind me as Jack tried hugging him again.
"What's da brunette's name?" Jack asked. Race grinned,
"Britton," he said. Jack smiled,
"Dat's a pretty name." I rolled my eyes and stared down at Scout, feeling Spot's eyes on me. I ignored his stare and kept staring down at Scout.
Scout let out a small groan and rubbed her eyes. She peered up at me.
"Sage?" she asked, squinting her eyes.
"She's awake!" Jack screamed. Scout pushed herself up and leaned against the wall.
"What's goin on?" she asked, looking at us confusedly. I glanced back at Race and Spot.
"Do you remember anything?" I asked. Scout closed her eyes for a second, before letting tears slip down her cheeks.
"I remember everything," she whispered.
"Heya, Britton, I'm Katie!" Scout stared at Jack oddly, still oblivious to the fact that he had amnesia.
"What did youse call me?" she growled. Jack stepped back.
"Uh, Race told me yer name was Britton…"
"It's Scout!" she sent Race an icy glare. "I want to leave!" I looked at Spot as he glanced around the room, trying to avoid eye contact.
"I'm not sure if the doctor will let you leave," I told her. Scout pushed the covers off of her body and stood up, nearly falling over in the process.
"If I can stand den I can leave." I looked at Race who shrugged and called for the doctor.
"What's going on here?" the doctor asked.
"I want to leave!"
"I'm sorry, Miss Conlon, but you can't leave."
"If I want to leave then – wait, what did youse jus' call me?" Scout asked.
"I called you Miss Conlon; is that not your last name?" Spot's eyes grew wide and he stepped back.
"My last name is McCoy," Scout corrected him.
"Well according to our files your name is Britton Angelie Conlon." Scout shook her head,
"No, Spot's last name is Conlon, mine is McCoy!" The doctor looked at Spot, and then at Scout.
"You're Brandon Conlon, aren't you?" he asked Spot. "Brandon Allen Conlon?" Spot shook his head and turned to run, but I grabbed his arm.
"Time to tell the truth," I told him. Spot stared at Scout, who was waiting for an answer.
"Spot, tell them, tell them we are cousins."
"I can't," Spot said, looking at the ground.
"Why not?" Scout yelled.
"'Cause we ain't cousins…I'm yer brother." Scout's eyes grew wide in disbelief.
"What?"
"I said I'm yer brother!" Scout stood there for a second, and in no time she passed out on the floor.
"Hey, what happened to da cute brunette? Wait, our son is 'er brother?" Jack screamed. I sighed in frustration as the doctor and Spot were immediately at Scout's side. Race was staring at Spot oddly. Didn't he know they were siblings?
Spot stood to his feet and began to walk away. I looked down at Scout before running after him.
"Where are you going?" I nearly yelled.
"Back ta Brooklyn; I never should've come back."
"So what, you're just going to leave me?" Spot stopped and turned to me.
"Youse apparently don't wanna go back, so why should I take ya with me?" Spot yelled, causing some people to look at us oddly. I flinched at Spot's words with a look of hurt in my eyes.
"Fine, be a jerk!" I spat back. Spot glanced at the man watching us closely, his arms crossed over his chest. He was kind of muscular, and looked a bit scary.
"Listen, it's bad enough Scout has ta know da truth-"
"Well you shouldn't have kept it from her! Maybe she wouldn't have passed out if you'd told her earlier!" Spot shook his head,
"It ain't that easy," he screamed.
"You're cold hearted!" Spot glared at me and came close to my face.
"Youse know nothin 'bout me, Matthews," he said in a venomous voice.
"Well that's because you won't let me learn anything," I shot back. From the look of his eyes I thought he was getting ready to hit me, but instead he turned around and walked away. "Quit walking from your problems!" I called out to him. Spot kept on walking, ignoring me completely.
I looked back at Scout who was now lying in her bed, and decided she'd be alright if I left for just a few minutes. I then took off after Spot, following him out the door.
"Hey, stubborn ass, stop walking and talk to me!" I said, limping down the steps of the building. Spot didn't stop. I ran up to him, my ankle throbbing in pain, and grabbed his arm, turning him towards me. Spot grabbed my wrist furiously, gripping it tightly.
"Don't you ever learn," he said in a low, evil voice. My eyes grew wide as Spot gripped my wrist tighter, causing me to wince.
"Let go of me!" I said, trying to pull away. Spot kept his venomous eyes on me, and didn't loosen his grip. "Spot, please…" I said. If he gripped it any tighter then he'd probably break it.
"Spot, you're hurting me!" Spot then looked down at my wrist and immediately let go, a look of horror on his face. I grabbed hold of my wrist and examined it. A bruise was forming.
Spot blinked a few times and stepped back.
"Sage…I...I…" he then turned around and took off, leaving me standing in the middle of the street. I was thankful he didn't hurt my bad wrist, but the thought of Spot hurting me brought chills up and down my spine. I felt my eyes become watery as I stood there, frozen.
I then heard the pounding of hooves, and turned my head. A carriage was speeding right towards me, and didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon.
Audience P.O.V
Jack's foot grazed over spilt water and he went flying backwards, smacking his head on the floor.
The doctor smacked his forehead and ran over to Jack.
"Owe," Jack said, rubbing his head. He looked up and stared at a laughing Race. "You!" he said, pointing up at Race. Race stopped laughing and looked around.
"Me?" he asked. Jack jumped to his feet.
"I'll soak ya!"
"Hey, what's wrong with Katie?" Race asked, stepping away from Jack.
"My names Jack, you idiot! I can't believe youse embarrassed me like dat!"
"Wait, youse remember what happened?" Race asked, a little scared.
"Youse bet, and youse is dead!" he then chased Race down the hall and out the door, and ran into the little Italian boy. He looked up to see what Race was staring at. His eyes grew wide as the speeding carriage headed straight for Sage.
Next Chapter: Spot can't believe what he did to Sage, and punishes himself.
Author note: Haha, suspense! And a cliffhanger! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA –cough- -cough- I need a cough drop. LONG LIVE SPOT…