Author note: Okay, I am getting tired of this story because all it does is drag on, and on, and on, and on, and on, just like this author note. So…yeah.
Eight months flew by fast, faster then I thought it would. The conflict between Harlem became more dangerous than ever, and Spot was a bit moody.
"Can youse believe dis?" Spot yelled, reading over the note. "Dem bastards think dey can cheat me like dat!" Spot was nearly fired from his job just a few days ago for literally attacking Rose. Well, he didn't hurt her, but he got close, and now they weren't paying him right.
"Clam down, Spot," I said, Makenna at my hip. "Just take a deep breath….and let it out." Spot sent me a glare.
"I can't take it anymore! Foist its da Harlem issue, and now my job! Dis is jus' so aggravating!"
I nodded in agreement and set Makenna on Spot's lap. "Now Makenna, tell daddy that he's being too loud," I said, laughing. Makenna giggled up at Spot and pulled his finger into her toothless mouth.
Spot smiled and balanced his daughter on his knee.
"I can't have Makenna livin in a place like dis," Spot said, sighing. I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head.
"We're not moving, Spot, not now," I said. Spot glanced up at me and shrugged.
"I don't know what ta do anymore," he said. I sat down beside him and pecked his cheek.
"Nobody does."
The next morning Spot left early for work, and I awoke just an hour after he left. Makenna crawled around on the floor as I stood over the stove.
Makenna giggled and laughed at the most weirdest things, which made her so cute. I turned around and grinned, picking her up and carrying her on my hip.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, sitting her into the highchair. I fixed her up some mashed peas, and tried feeding it to her.
Makenna spit out her food and sent me a look that said: "I don't like this stuff."
"Oh sweetheart, please eat it," I said, picking up another spoonful and holding it up to her mouth. Makenna opened her mouth and took the peas, but spit it back out. I sighed in frustration and continued to try and feed my daughter.
"She's so pretty," a voice said from behind me. I twirled around cautiously and stared confusedly at a person before me, dressed in all black.
"Who are you?" I asked, standing protectively in front of Makenna.
"Wouldn't you like to know," the person said, walking towards me. I turned around and picked Makenna up and ran past them, towards the door.
The person gripped my wrist and pulled me backwards, and steadied me before I fell. Makenna was taken from my arms, and she let out a loud shriek and began to cry.
"Let her go!" I screamed, trying to retrieve my baby. The person hit the side of my head with the backside of their hand, and I immediately blacked out.
"Sage!" somebody said, shaking me. "Sage!" I opened my eyes and rubbed my head. Spot stared at me confusedly and helped me to my feet. I quickly remembered what happened and stared wide-eyed at Spot.
"Where's Makenna?" I screamed, looking around.
"I don't know, I came home and found youse on da floor," Spot told me.
"There was a man, and he, he took Makenna!" I nearly screamed. Spot's eyes widened.
"What? She's not here?" he asked.
"Do you see her here? What, did you think she went on a stroll through Brooklyn while I took a nap on the floor?" I yelled.
"Sage, jus' be quiet for a minute! Who was here?"
"Don't tell me to be quiet, you be quiet! Our daughter has been taken and all you can do is tell me to be quiet? What is wrong with you?" I yelled.
"Sage, jus' calm down," Spot said, placing his hands on my shoulders. I pushed him away and stared at him in disbelief.
"Don't tell me to clam down, Spot! I want my daughter back, and I want her back right now!" I screamed. Spot took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.
"Okay, now jus' explain ta me what happened."
Spot and I sat there for hours, trying to come up with a solution to this. I was an inch from going crazy and running through Brooklyn, killing everyone until I found my baby.
"Do ya think Harlem could be behind dis?" Spot asked, trying not to explode. I narrowed my eyes and rose from the couch.
"I'll kill them!" I said. Spot pulled me back down onto the couch.
"We ain't for sure it was dem, honey," he said. "It might've been someone else."
"Whoever the fuck it is, their going to die anyway!" I said. My eyes then widened as I recalled the event that happened earlier.
"What?" Spot asked. "What is it?"
"How could I be so stupid?" I said, rising to my feet. Spot stood too and tilted his head.
"What?" he asked.
"That voice was just too familiar, it had to be him!" I then rushed to the door and opened it, but Spot shut it.
"What is goin on?" he asked.
"My uncle, that's what's going on," I said, looking up at Spot.
"Youse mean yer uncle kidnapped Makenna?"
"No, he took her to the park," I said sarcastically, a bit annoyed. Spot didn't say a word, but followed me out the door.
"Yer uncle is on my death list right now," Spot said, trying to keep up with my fast pace.
"Yeah, well, who isn't nowadays?" I asked. For some reason my uncle just loved to make me relive my past in the dungeon. He was always at that warehouse, no matter what.
I was nineteen now, and Spot was twenty, and all we wanted to do was raise our daughter, and hoped she'll turn out to be a good kid. So why was everyone trying to ruin this for us?
We came upon the warehouse, and I didn't even try not to make a scene. I stormed in, and nearly murdered someone when I saw them in the middle of the warehouse.
"You son of a bitch!" I yelled, making a move to run at my uncle. Spot held me back.
"He can still hoit 'er," he whispered into my ear. Spot and I walked further into the warehouse, ready to kick some ass.
"Well, if it isn't my precious niece," uncle Bryan said. Beside him was my father, holding my daughter in his arm.
"Let her go you good for nothing bastard!" I said coldly.
"Sage," Spot warned me.
"Shut up, Spot, nobody stands between me and my child!" I snapped. Spot closed his mouth and stared at his daughter.
"Why didn't you tell me I had a granddaughter, Sage?" my father asked.
"Because you're an asshole!" I said. My father chuckled and stepped a bit closer to us, although he was still far away.
"Now, now, Sage, let's not use such violent language," uncle Bryan said. Spot finally snapped to my level and rolled his sleeves up.
"I'll show ya some violence!" he said, throwing his cap to the side.
"I suggest that if you don't want your daughter harmed, then you'll stand back," my father said.
"Give her back and you can have me," I suddenly said. My uncle's eyes lit up and an evil smile played on his lips.
"That's a reasonable offer," he said, clasping his hands together. "We'll take it."
"What?" Spot screamed. He stood in front of me once he seen my uncle move. "Youse can't have 'er. If yer gonna take someone, it'll be me, jus' let Makenna go!"
"Spot, stop it!" I said, pushing him aside. "This is between me and them. Just take Makenna and…and raise her right." Spot stared at me in disbelief.
"I ain't raisin dat child without youse, Sage," he said. I shook my head and pulled Spot into a hug.
"You have no choice," I said into his chest. I then looked up and met Spot's lips with my own as tears coursed down my cheeks. "Take care of her, and yourself." And without looking back I walked forward, just as my father did.
My uncle grabbed my arm and Spot took Makenna, and my father rejoined us.
"Good choice, good choice," Uncle Bryan said, grinning. "Giving your life up for your child."
"Well I'm not going to mess her life up like my father did mine," I said, glaring at my father. My father furrowed his eyebrows and flinched.
"Were you not satisfied with your life, Sage dearest?" he asked. My glare became more intense as I looked over at my family.
Spot licked at his lips, staring wide-eyed at us.
"Well, it was good doing business with you, Mr. Conlon. You gave your wife up for your child, good choice," Uncle Bryan said. Spot narrowed his eyes as he stepped forward.
"I told youse, da money is in my name!" he said. I shook my head and looked to the ground.
"Nice try, son, but we aren't that stupid," father said. I clenched my jaw as my uncle jabbed a gun in my side and pushed me forward towards a back door.
I glanced behind me and looked at Spot, who seemed to be dumbstruck. Okay, here's the thing, I am not going to die before my daughter actually got to really know me.
In one swift movement I yanked the gun from my uncle and it went skidding across the floor. Everyone seemed to gasp, and Spot immediately ran for the gun, just as my uncle did.
I didn't know who got to the gun first, but I did hear at least three gunshots, and once everything became clear, I realized that neither my husband nor uncle got to the gun first.
I furrowed my eyebrows and turned to my father, who held a gun in his hands. I felt my heart get caught in my throat as I turned back in time to watch my uncle fall to the ground dead.
Wait, did my dad just kill him on purpose?
I shrugged off the question and immediately ran to Spot, and nearly knocked him and Makenna over. I hugged the two, Makenna in Spot's arms, and kissed her cheek.
"I'm sorry, Sage," my father said from behind us. Spot and I turned our attention to my father.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm sorry…for ruining your life. I'm sorry for killing your mother and Sam, and I'm sorry that I tried killing you. Raise her good, because you look like a happy family. You have my blessing." Without saying another word my father put the gun to his temple, and Spot quickly shielded my eyes as he pulled the trigger.
I hid my face in Spot's chest as he looked away in disgust.
"Let's go home," he said, looking at Makenna and then me. "To where we belong."
Next Chapter: Next chapter is the epilogue. Yep, that's right; this is the end of the series! I know, I know, heartbreaking, but this story can't go on forever.
Anyways, the next great story is going to be way different than your normal newsies story, so, yeah. Please read it, when it comes out, 'cause I want it to be better than this one. Later!
LONG LIVE SPOT, SAGE AND MAKENNA!