Author note: Here's this chapter! Yay!
Normal P.O.V
My eyes grew wide as I realized I didn't have enough time to get out of the way. I closed my eyes and looked away.
Something rammed into me, and we went flying to the side. We landed on the side of the street, and I pushed my hair out of my face to see who rescued me.
"Jack?" I said, looking down at the Manhattan leader.
"Owe," he said, rubbing his head. "That hurt." Race ran over as the speeding carriage kept on, not stopping for anybody.
"Whoa, are youse okay?" Race asked, helping me to my feet. Jack pushed himself to his feet.
"Race youse jackass!" Race flinched and hid behind me.
"Please don't kill me!" he begged Jack.
"You have your memory back?" I asked. Jack nodded, glaring at Race.
"It was Sage's fault!" Race defended himself. "She made me do everything!"
"Hey!" I said. Race shrugged and grinned.
"Sorry, Jack won't hoit youse, but he'll hoit me." Jack looked around,
"Where's Spot?" I looked down at my wrist and felt my eyes become watery again.
"He left," I told them, tracing my fingers over my new bruise. Jack and Race looked down at my wrist.
"Did Spot do that to youse?" Jack asked, grabbing my arm and examining my wrist. I bit my lip,
"H-he didn't mean to-"
"That jackass! I'm gonna kill 'em!" Jack said, fuming with rage. Race looked at my wrist next,
"Jesus, I thought Spot was da one that made up da newsy rule to 'not hoit a goil'," Race said. I looked at the two boys in front of me as they led me back into the hospital.
Spot's P.O.V
I ran all the way back to Brooklyn, not looking back. My heart was racing wildly, the image of me hurting Sage played over and over again in my head.
Wades' house came into view, and I immediately quickened my pace and ran inside. The others were out, selling the evening pape. I ran into the kitchen and caught my breath, leaning against the counter.
What in the living hell is wrong with me? I just hurt a girl! What's even worse is: I hurt the girl I love…whoa, did I just say that?
I ran my hands through my hair, cursing out loud. I'm so stupid! Why can't I control my damn anger? A bottle of whiskey came into view, sitting on the table. I squinted my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing anything.
I looked around to see if anybody was here, and when I was sure I was alone, I walked over to the table and picked up the bottle.
I promised Sage I wouldn't…but I needed this. It wasn't fair what I done to her. I looked around and noticed…more bottles of whiskey, just sitting out in the open, untouched.
I hesitantly took five bottles and rushed upstairs to my room. I had my own room now, since Wades had so many. Most of the boys got their own room, and I was one of the lucky ones.
I shut my door and locked it, staring at it for a few seconds. I set the bottles down on the floor and stared at them. I picked one up and opened it. I put it to my lips and leaned my head back, allowing myself to drink the liquid.
It tasted dull, the same as it always does, but it didn't bother me. I gulped down half of the bottle, and stopped to take a breath. My vision became a bit blurry, I could usually take two or three bottles without getting wasted, but I hadn't drank in awhile, not since I promised Sage…
At the thought of Sage, I drank some more, getting rid of the liquid in the first bottle. I threw it hard against the wall, and watched it shatter to a million pieces. I threw my hat on my bed and slipped my shoes off.
I picked up my other bottles and walked across the broken glass, bare footed. I didn't care about the glass cutting into my feet; I was already going through pain. I sat on the ground and leaned against the wall, opening the next bottle and chugging it.
I soon became lightheaded, but that didn't stop me.
Normal P.O.V
It was growing dark, and I had Race walk me back to Brooklyn. I didn't want to stay at that hospital anymore, and I needed to talk to Spot.
Race walked me to the bridge, and bid me farewell. I told him goodbye and walked in silence as the moon shone down on me. The midnight sky laughed at me as I walked solemnly to Wades' house.
I entered slowly and found most of the boys sitting in the living room, playing poker.
"Hey Sage," Splinter greeted me. I smiled,
"Hey Splinter, where's Spot?" All of the boys pointed up.
"In his room." I said my thanks and walked to the stairs. Damn it, I just had to have a bad ankle. It was actually feeling a bit better, and I didn't need me crutch anymore.
I slowly made my way up the stairs, stopping every five seconds to take a break. When I finally made it I walked to the end of the hall, Spot's room. I twisted the knob – it was locked.
Wades told me a lot about this house…I lifted the picture frame off the wall and retrieved the key. I stuck it in the keyhole and twisted it, hearing the door unlock. I then turned the knob and pushed the door open.
It was completely dark, and smelt awful…like…alcohol. I walked into the room, squinting. I saw a figure sitting on the floor.
"Spot?" I said, walking closer. Something crunched under my shoes. I looked down and seen something shimmering…glass? I then switched on the light and stared wide eyed.
Spot was leaning against the wall, at least seven empty whiskey bottles surrounding him, and one half full in his hand. He looked up, his eyes glazed over.
"Oh my God!" I said, stepping back slightly.
"Sage," Spot said, blinking his eyes a few times.
"I can't believe this!" I yelled, slamming the door shut to block out my screaming. "H-how could you do this?" Spot shuffled to his feet and wobbled over to me. He fell into me, his breath smelling of strong alcohol.
"I can explain," he said, in a drunken voice. "Youse see, what happened was, dis guy came in here…and…" Spot used hand motions, almost hitting me in the head.
"Shut up!" I demanded. "Look at you! You're as drunk as ever!" Spot leaned on me and laughed slightly.
"Youse didn't let me explain," he whispered in my ear.
"I don't need an explanation!" I yelled, pushing him away from me. Spot caught himself so he wouldn't fall.
"C'mon Sage, I'm a newsy…did youse actually think…I wasn't goin ta drink." Spot said. He came closer to me and leaned in, trying to kiss me.
"Stop it!" I said, moving out of the way. "Let's go, you can't stay in here like this." I dragged Spot to the door, and opened it. Spot slammed his hand against the door and shut it.
"No," he said. "I…wanna stay in here…Youse can stay too." I sighed in frustration.
"No, Spot," I said. "You're coming with me!" I opened the door, and Spot didn't shut it this time. I pulled him towards the stairs. Spot turned me towards him, and gripped me shoulders.
"I hafta tell ya somethin," he said, breathing in my face. I waved my hand in front of my face and coughed.
"Not now," I said, trying to turn around. Spot didn't let me go, but loosened his grip so he wouldn't hurt me.
"No," he said. "Dis…Dis is important." I shook my head,
"No it's not," I told him.
"Yes it is!" Spot fought back. He shook my shoulders slightly. "Jus' listen to me!"
"Okay, stop shaking me!" Spot stopped shaking my shoulders and wobbled forward a bit. My back was facing the staircase, so I had to catch mine and his balance so we wouldn't fall.
"Dis is important," Spot said.
"Yeah, you already said that!" I then tried to turn around, but Spot blurted out,
"I love you!" He kept his hands on my shoulders. I stared at him for a minute,
"No you don't Spot, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." Spot growled,
"Yes I do!" he screamed, pushing my shoulders. Before I had time to grab hold of something I went backwards and tumbled down the steps. I landed on the bottom and groaned in pain.
I heard Spot running down the steps, and felt him shaking my body.
"I'm sorry!" he screamed. The other boys didn't seem to hear anything, because Spot and I remained alone.
Spot continued to shake my body,
"I-I didn't mean to! I love youse! Youse jus' don't listen!" I turned over on my back and pushed Spot away from me. Pain surged through my body, and mainly my ankle. I tried catching the breath that was knocked out of me. Spot stared at me as I pushed myself up, and felt the back of me head. Something warm settled on my fingers, and I decided that it was blood. Thank God it didn't knock me out.
I got to my feet and wobbled slightly from the dizziness. Spot got up to and fell into me from being so drunk. I pulled his arm around my shoulder and walked him to my room. I opened the door and pushed Spot in, shutting and locking the door behind me.
When I turned around Spot was inches from my face.
"Why don't youse listen?" he asked. I could feel my heart beating against my chest, and it wasn't from what I thought it was…it was from fear. I pushed him away slightly, and pressed myself against the door.
"Please, Spot," I said, "just…just go to sleep." Spot shook his head and walked closer to me. He pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste the alcohol. I whimpered and pushed him away. Spot looked hurt, and stared at me. I was afraid he's hurt me again, but I was thankful when he began to walk backwards.
In no time he was past out on my bed, and I gently, hands shaking with fear, pulled the covers over top of him. I sat in the chair in the corner, and let tears fall from my eyes. My hands were still shaking, and my heart still racing. Spot hurt me…for the first time in my life I was afraid of Spot Conlon.
Next Chapter: Spot wakes up with a hangover, and tries to remember what happened.
Sage is afraid of Spot.
Author note: Don't worry, I'm not trying to ruin their lives. Every couple goes through bad times… Anyways, this is for White Dawn: LONG LIVE JACK!