I groggily opened my eyes, waking up to find Spot just entering the room. I knew he was drunk because of the fact that i had woken up to the smell of alcohol creeping up my nose.

I saw his shadowy figure unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He stood under the half crescent moon that lit up the room, enhancing his facial structure and the creases of his back as he turned around to set his cane down. He pulled down his pants, leaving only his trousers on.

And at that moment, i knew that i was attracted to him. His confident walk and husky voice. The way he knows what he's doing all the time. The way his tan face matched his tanned abs that are easily noticeable.

By now, i hadn't realized that he was looking at me, looking at him. I closed my eyes just as quickly as our eyes met and after a few seconds, dared to get a peek at him again, but he wasn't where he was before. No, his face was inches from mine, lips grazing each other.

"How was Brandon?" his slurred but controlled words caught my breath. I couldn't think with his face so close to mine. "Uhh.." i stuttered longing for his lips, which he perfectly knew. "I-i" i tried again, swallowing now. I knew he was completely and utterly drunk but i wanted him, now.

I made the first move, forgetting his question, our lips melting into each other. As things heated up and we carelessly felt each other, through breaths i had explained to him what happened.

"He saw me naked" i started, my words affecting him as his teeth were brought onto my neck and i gasped at his violent action that felt good. "He touched me" i went on, remembering the warm touch of his hand on my shoulder. I felt Spot's grasp on me tighten.

I could feel his muscles tensing up and i loved every second of it. "He dried me off.. Clothed me.. And set me down gently" i felt him start to unbutton my shirt that Brandon so carefully buttoned up for me.

I felt a hand grasp my breast tightly, making me gasp for air. "Did he do anythin ta ya?" i could tell he was trying to keep his anger under control, try not to show he cared, but his voice was very shaky.

I didn't answer his question because like the curious girl i am, i wanted to see how he'd react. So he asked another question, this time more controlled and intimidating. "Did he touch ya like i'se am?" his hand trailed down to my crotch.

My breathing became ragged under him. He kissed my neck and my lips, sliding his tongue in there. We played with each others lips laughing, having fun.. in a different way, i guess.

Spot had bit my lip and i had ever so slightly grasped his tongue with my lips, a smile spreading through both our faces as we touched each other playfully and slowly.

Spot had, again brought his hand down toward my crotch and i had kept them closed, not letting him any excess. I felt my whole body stiffen because the thought of when i was 13 still haunts me- the night i was raped. "We didn't do anything, Spot." i finally answered his question.

"I'se know you'se didn't, 'cuz it don't smell like sex sheets." he replied bluntly. "Then why'd you ask?" i questioned him, trying to keep my curiosity at a minimum.

"I'se wanted ta see how you'se react." he said cunningly and went on, "But you'se didn't react, leading me'se ta try somethin on ya ta clarify what was botherin' me'se."

"And what was that?" my heart skipped a beat for some reason, i'd really wanted to know what was bothering him, and i knew i was getting an answer since he was slightly drunk.

"You'se was raped." My breath was caught in my throat and i felt my heart beat so fast and loud i thought i was going to die. "W-what?" i stuttered, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Whose? Who's did it?" he demanded a little more gentler then his usual tone. I felt the tears start to form at the rims of my eyes and i knew i swore i would never cry, but it came and it fell.

I quietly sobbed, my hands in my face, trying to hide it but the small cries gave it away. Spot didn't say anything, just listened to the only noise of the still night.

When i had controlled myself as best i could, i shakily looked up to find Spot's curious and serious eyes focussed on me. He looked like he had never seen a girl cry.

Sniffling, i smiled and said "It happened when i was 13." i started the story, "And he-" i paused, rethinking what i was going to say, talking around my dads goons and everything. "He pulled me into an ally"

"And he you know-" i didn't wanna say the word 'raped' because the word felt foreign to me somehow. Then i laughed/cried. The laughing part was to try to keep myself from crying but it all just mushed together.

"Then he threw me on the ground and kicked me." I looked up again to catch Spot off guard because he was staring at me with such intensity and anger.

At that moment, it kind of scared me how he looked like he was going to kill. "Spot.." i said our eyes capturing each other. "Who is he." he stated rather then asking. "I don't know." he looked me in the eyes as if trying to find out if i was lying or not-but it was true, i didn't know who he was.

"Consider yourself lucky. I've never told this to anyone and if you tell anyone i swear-" he stopped me, "You'se my newsie. I'se don't tell nobody newsies secrets."

"Good." i unintentionally whispered. "Promise?" i asked, holding out my pinky. Promises and pinky swears were always important to me, i believed they should never be broken. I guess it's kind of childish to believe that anyone would keep their promise more over a pinky swear, but i took it very seriously.

"Spot, don't tell anyone. This is serious shit okay? You can't take back a pinky promise." i half joked. "I promise" he replied, smiling and our pinky's interlocked.

By the time this happened, the sun already introduced itself to Brooklyn and we got up to start the day. I watched outside as the newsies started leaving the lodging house for the morning papers and started to put my hair up in a pony tail.

"You'se might wanna button dat" Spot eyed my breasts, smirk appearing. "Well it's not my fault you unbuttoned it." i spat back sassily, starting to button it up.

"Well why don't you'se get Brandon ta button it up foah ya." a bit of disgust itched his voice. I blushed remembering the events of last night, how easily angered Spot was when Brandon's name left my mouth.

I happened to find a bruised mark upon Spot's neck as he pulled on a different shirt. He smirked at me looking at what i had left him then averted his eyes a little lower, to my neck.

Then i felt the bruising start to form on the nape of my neck and put my warm fingers over it, slightly gasping. "I'se bite when i'se angry" he said timidly.

"I know, i can feel it." my heart beat started picking up its pace and i felt my cheeks grow warm. "You enjoy this don't you." i looked up at his smiling face.

"Enjoy what?" he asked jokingly. I rolled my eyes, replying "nothing."