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The sun was setting off in the distance, and supported little light in the boy's room at the Brooklyn Lodging House. Spot had, once again, left me alone in the room to 'take care of business' and said that I'd better be gone by the time he's back.

The boy was a demon; a psychotically, evil, self-concerned demon. And a very attractive demon, I'd give him that. Nobody came into the room, leaving me alone with nothing to do or anybody to talk to.

"Stupid Conlon," I said under my breath. "Just leaves someone here like he's all high and mighty. He's probably out with some prostitute right now as I speak…to myself."

It felt awkward talking to myself in an almost-dark room, just staring blankly ahead. From time to time I'd hum to myself for my own entertainment whenever boredom struck, leaving me to soak in the dullness of my life. How wonderful. The idiot of all leaders beat me…beat me harder than ever. Jackass.

The door creaked open slowly, and I looked towards it cautiously. Someone entered, but it was now too dark to see. Whoever it was walked to the side of my – Spot's – bunk and turned on the oil lamp.

"Well if it isn't Brooklyn's very own jerk," I said, glaring intensely at Spot Conlon.

"Cut da sarcasm, Parker, why're you still heah?" Spot asked.

"I. Can't. Walk. Hard to understand?"

Spot cocked an eyebrow, studying me closely. "Yer story's heartbreakin, doll, but ridiculous."

"Do whatever you please to my legs, Conlon. I won't feel a thing," I told him. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt you one bit to cause me the least bit of pain. Only the cruelest person would leave a paralyzed girl in a room by herself half of the day."

"Funny," Spot said, not even showing humor. "Now go back to yer rich school with yer rich friends, and talk 'bout how rich you are."

I narrowed my eyes angrily and felt my blood boil. "So this is the real Spot Conlon? He doesn't have everything he wants, so he has to be rude to the people who deserve it," I commented.

Spot just stared at me intently, light barely shining on his face. He pulled the sheets off of my body and ran his hand down my leg. "Feel anythin?" he asked.

"I feel awkward," I said, looking down at my legs.

Spot pulled his cane out of his belt loop and tapped my shin with it. He gave me a questioning look and I merely shook my head. Spot nodded and sighed. He did the same to my other leg, and came out with the same results.

"Hmmm, I wonder if it'd hurt if you chopped my legs off," I thought out loud.

"Don't think it'd mattah," Spot said. "Looks like you ain't gonna be walkin for awhile."

"How long is awhile?" I sighed.

"Depends on da outcome," was all he said.

"Well I'm not staying here," I told him.

"Fine, I'll go fetch Cromwell," Spot said, moving to leave.

"Don't even bother. He's already back at the school, and you're not allowed in."

"Den where ya gonna go?"

I must've lost my mind, because within minutes Spot Conlon was carrying me in his arms down the sidewalk, heading towards a familiar three-story house.

"Is anyone home?" Spot asked me as we walked up the steps to the door.

"Probably not," I said.

Spot reached out and turned the knob, pushing the door open and closing it behind him. He wrinkled his eyebrows once he entered the house. I knew this wasn't the first time he's entered a house like this, but I had to admit my father's house was…odd.

A maid hurried into the foyer and nearly jumped ten feet into the air when she saw us.

"Miss Anomie," she said, taking in a deep breath. She looked at us in confusion. "What is this?"

"Where's Christopher?" I asked like I was still superior.

"Him and the mistress are out for awhile, Miss," the maid said.

"Good, they can stay out," I said.

I ordered Spot towards the stairs, and he quickly began to climb. "So where's yer room?" he asked once we reached the second floor.

"Next floor up," I said.

Spot climbed the second staircase leading to the third floor, and he didn't even seem tired when we reached the top.

"That door," I said, nodding towards my bedroom door.

Spot opened it without struggle, and laid me down on my bed.

"I knew you weren't lyin about yer legs," he suddenly said.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled. "Really now?" I asked.

"Yeah…You didn't really think I was dat coldhearted did ya? I went lookin for Cromwell da both times I left ya, but I couldn't find 'im."

I shrugged and sighed. "Don't worry about it," I told him.

"You gonna be alright?" Spot asked.

"Of course," I answered like a true leader.

"Well what if ya need somethin?" he asked, licking at the dryness of his lips.

"I have a billion maids, Spot. I'll manage," I said.

Spot pulled off his cap and looked around. "But what if they're too busy with somethin and don't come ta help you?"

"They'll come," I told him. "They're afraid of me."

"But…what if the house catches on fire and dey leave you in here ta save demselves? Who's gonna save you den?"

"I'll magically fly out the window," I said.

"What if there was no way out? You'd boin alive, and we won't see you again," Spot said.

"You can stay if you like, Spot," I said, nodding towards a chair. "I don't mind."

"Well, since ya talked me into it…" Spot pulled the chair to the side of my bed and sat down, a look of relief upon his face.

"You…gotta nice room," Spot said randomly.

I shrugged and yawned. "I find the boy's bunk room more comfortable," I told him honestly.

"So do I," Spot said, nodding in agreement.

I heard commotion coming from the first floor, and I knew instantly that my father and his whore of a fiancé were home. His laughing was killing my ears, and all I wanted to do was shoot his head off.

His footsteps on the stairs angered me. He was coming towards my room, and I heard two knocks.

"Go away!" I yelled.

"Anomie, its your father, can I come in?" I heard.

"This is a no traitor zone. Better luck next time!" I said back.

The door opened, and my father's sturdy figure stepped into my dimly lit room. "The maids told me you were here," he said, smiling. "Who's your friend?"

Spot got to his feet and shook hands with my father. "Spot Conlon," he said. "Anomie isn't feelin well, so I'm gonna stay with 'er for awhile."

I was thankful he didn't ask for my father's permission. I wonder how that would've turned out…

"Oh…that's very nice of you," father said, trying to act as if he was the best father ever. "I'm glad to see my daughter is making more friends."

I rolled my eyes and sent him a glare. "Go play with your fiancé, Christopher!" I hissed.

My father looked at me, but didn't say any rude remarks. "I'll check up on you later, Anomie," he said as if he were concerned. "Sleep tight."

He left the room and shut the door, trying to look innocent. "Bastard," I said, sticking my tongue out at the door.

"He didn't seem so bad," Spot said with a shrug.

"He's just putting on an act," I said in disgust. "He's an ass…a real ass."

"Everyone's an ass to you, Anomie," Spot said, sitting back down in the chair.

"Are you staying here all night?" I asked.

"I will if you want me to," he said, smiling.

I shook my head. "I think its best if you leave," I told him. "It isn't very safe here."

Spot decided not to argue with me and nodded, getting to his feet. He walked towards the door, but turned around.

"Bye, Anomie," he said.

I didn't respond. I couldn't. My voice was lost in the air, and just hearing him say bye made my heart jump. For some reason I felt sad when he said bye…was something going to happen?

I shook it off and watched as he left the room and shut the door gently. It didn't take me long to fall asleep only to be greeted by an endless nightmare.

Next Chapter: Anomie's legs come back to her control, and follows Ned around school. She and her friends come up with some plans to stop Ned, but it seems like Ned has some plans of his own up his sleeve.

Author note: Short, I know. I'm not feeling well.