Racetrack eventually said his long goodbyes and left for Manhattan.

Flight was still in shock at the mention of Queens.

Mush and I were busy. Again. I like being busy. It's ever so fun.

Anyway, Spot and Flight got the bed tonight while Mush and I slept in the bunkroom after we were through. We could hear them whispering to each other.

"Would you please tell me, Flight?" Spot asked her. She must have shaken her head no because he asked again.

"It's just hard to explain," She said finally, "If that wouldn't have happened, I would be a totally different person."

"What?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Not tonight. Maybe when I'm ready to tell you," Spot sighed,

"All right," Then they went to sleep. I could feel Mush's hot breath on my neck as he kissed me. I smiled knowing we would grow old together like Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. But then, if I was Mrs. Jacobs, I would have divorced that freak years ago.

"Mush," I whispered to him.

"Yeah," He said.

"Do you know what happened to Flight?"

"No. Why would she tell me?"

"I'm not sure. She might have mentioned it though."

"Not that I know of."

"Oh well," I said before turning around to kiss him.

Somewhere in Queens….

"Why didn't you tell me you son of a bitch?" Blade screamed as he kicked Change in the gut.

"I didn't know it was her. She's changed," He moaned.

"Your face is gonna change if you don't tell me more," Change cringed. He lifted himself up to he could look into Blade's cruel blue eyes.

"Fine! There's more! It's not just her,"

"Who is then? I need answers and if you don't give them to me," Blade said as he pulled out his knife out of his pocket.

"It's Blood," Blade stopped short.

"What?"

"Yeah. She's with Spot now. She's carrying his child as we speak."

"Damnit! What about Mariana?"

"She's called Catwalk now. She's Mush's girl."

"Damn both of them," He slammed his fist down on the wooden table. He was silent for a long while. Change built up the courage to speak.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked. Blade lifted his head up. His eyes were bloodshot.

"I want them back. Now."

The Next Day….

Change was seen walking down the streets of Brooklyn looking for us. As soon as Mush found out, he locked us in the bunkroom so we can't get out and that he can't get in.

"We have to go sell sometime and what happens if someone comes back?" I asked him.

"That's a good question and I'll answer it as soon as I feel like it." Mush replied. I frowned and hit him upside the head. He grabbed my hands and set them at my sides.

"You don't want to hurt the father of your child now," He said.

"Mush, I'm not pregnant," I replied.

"Yeah, well if you were," He smiled and kissed me. Suddenly, there was a hammering at the door.

"Let me in! Let me in!" It was Flight. Mush ran to the door and opened it. Spot and Flight came storming in. Flight was in tears.

"What happened, Spot?" I asked.

"It's Change. He's back," He said through gritted teeth,

"But how? Why?" I asked a little afraid myself.

"I don't know. But Flight saw him and started freaking out. Then I saw him and we came here. If I were you, I'd stay here." He replied. I sat on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair.

"What does this mean?" I asked finally.

"Something's not good." I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. Mush came over and patted my back.

"It's gonna be all right," He whispered.

"No it's not," Flight said, "He's gonna come back and try to kill us like he tried to do 5 years ago," Then she started crying again.

"He must have forgotten something and came back to get it." Mush said.

"Mush, he tried to kill you last year. He kidnapped me. And you think he forgot something." I said getting annoyed with the fact that Change was here.

"Okay, just a possibility," he said, shrugging.

"Flight, calm down," Spot said, putting an arm around her. "Does this have something to do with why you're stressed about Queens?"

"Maybe," she sniffed. "I just. . . I'm not sure . . . just don't ask, please . . . "

"Flight," he said sternly, backing her into a wall and placing a hand on either side of her head, "if this could be important, you need to tell me."

"Us," I put in.

"Shut up," Spot growled at me.

"Sorry," I grumbled.

"Just . . . okay," she said shakily. "When I was ten . . . "

End Chapter

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