"Hey.." i sniffled and used my arm to wipe away the tears but it just kept coming. I smiled up at Spot. "You admitted your feelings ta me'se." i started, trying so hard to work around the subject he was bound to ask.

He looked me in the eyes, worry etched on his face and he did something i didn't see coming. He hugged me. "Spot.." he hugged me so tight and for so long i felt so warm and safe inside.

It took some time but i hugged him back hesitantly "Can i..?" he nodded and i wrapped my arms around his waist as he did i. I closed my eyes and soaked in all the good and bad memories with Spot.

He kissed me on my head and said "Ya smell like strawberries and vanilla." i closed my eyes and giggled feeling the butterflies in my tummy. "And you smell like alcohol and cigarettes."

We both laughed as i grabbed his wrist to come lay face to face and wasted the cool night just talking to each other, learning more about the other. "Hey, Spot?" he hummed an"mmm?"

"I bet you'se wanna know what Brandon was talking about out there." he shrugged, trying to keep his cool, though i could almost hear his heart beat faster, craving to know. "Ya know, you've been real patient with me. But all i've been is annoying. And i'm sorry." i said, playing with his lips.

"I'm so sorry." i repeated, feeling emotions rush through me like an earthquake. He looked down at me, not sure what to do but to play with my hair. Sighing, i looked up again and began. "It started when i was.. I think 8 or 9, my memory is a bit hazy."

"And, my mother died. She died." I said it again because it didn't feel real the first time. "And," i laughed "My father, yeah, he became.. Brutal, i guess is the word after her death. You know, blaming me for what had happen, but the truth is, i have no idea what i did."

"He thought it was for my own good to be punished, and," i took a deep breath before starting again. "Well anyway, he used to just beat me himself, but then one day he hired some other people to do it for him. And- and that led to um.. My virginity being taken away from me,"

I looked up at Spot and could just feel the anger filling him but he didn't say anything until i was finished. "Long story short, the night you found me… And i was all bloodied up and everything. That was them."

"Why didn't ya fight back?" he asked gently to which i gave him a stupid look. "You know damn right i'se did, of course i'se did. But i can only be so strong to fight at least 10 guys twice as big as me, Spot."

"Dis is an outrage. That damn Brandon- THAT DAMN BRANDON HOW COULD HE-" i stared up at him as he started with his rage but when he saw me, he stopped and his face softened.

"Sorry." and he sighed, giving me such a frustrated look. "I'se just-" he shook his head frustratingly and i cracked a smile up at him. But at that moment i realized, could i really trust him?

Could i trust Spot with such confidential information only Brandon, that i dated for 4 years, knew about? I only knew Spot for a good couple months and i've fallen head over heels for him enough to tell him this?

"What's wrong?" he looked worriedly down at me. "Nuttin." and i turned the other way to close my eyes and got lost in my own mind, but not sleeping. No, far from sleeping.

Spot's breathing became steady and his heart beat was in sync with mine. "I'se know you'se ain't sleepin', Doll." he squeezed me a bit tighter before twisting me around to look him in the face.

"What's wrong?" i looked down at his lips and replied "nothing." i could tell he could tell i was lying, but i kept with it. "you'se know damn right that you'se lyin' right now." i still stared at his lips, avoiding his eyes took all i had.

"Evelyn." that caught my attention. I looked up and found his eyes yearning for me to tell him and as always, i couldn't look away now. It was too late. "You never call me that." I smiled up at him, eyes half closed.

"There's nothing wrong Spot." he looked down at him and i could tell he was trying really really hard not to blow up. But, since he was Spot, he could need keep his cool. "What in hells does i'se gotta do ta make ya tell me'se tings?!"

"Does i gotta kick and scream like a baby?!" he squeezed my arm before getting on top of me. "Does i'se needa show dat i'se in control 'round heah?" i brought my body up against him and gently kissed his lips before falling on my back again.

"You'se ain't in control of me, Spot. I'se told you dis plenty of times, i'm sure of it." he looked down at me like he just wanted to kick me. So i provoked him, of course. I jabbed him in the groin with my knee and pushed him off me.

I needed him to take out his anger some place and since i was the one making him angry, why not take it out on me? "What in-" i punched him across the face in which he responded with kicking me on the side and pinning me toward the ground. "What's wrong w-"

I kissed him on the cheek which caught him off guard and kneed him in the stomach, getting up again. My adrenaline started pumping even more when he got up. He threw a punch at me in which i ducked and tripped him.

He got up again and punched me in the stomach. "What's wrong wit-" he tried to start a sentence but i had cut him off and punched him back in the stomach where he doubled over as did i.

I started fighting less stronger than i did before because i wanted Spot to win. So i carelessly threw punches and kicks ever so randomly and Spot dodged it fluently. By now, all the newsies were getting up because of the loud noises we were making so i decided to take it outside.

I ran toward the door before Spot could catch me and started down the stairs but he pulled me up again and together we fell down the stairs, one step after the other banging against my ribs and arms.

"Ow.." i lay there, feeling the throbbing of the bruises starting to form. "What in hells is goin' on heah?" i looked up to find Cowboy, Race, and a couple other Manhattan newsies.

"Um.." then i looked down to see Spot glaring up at me and realized what situation this might've looked like. I quickly got up, pulling Spot with me and kissed him on his lips, surprising him and the Manhattaner's.

"Sorry." i said toward the Manhattaner's before taking Spot's wrist and pulling him outside. But he took away his hand. I turned around to see him getting in a fighting stance and i laughed.

I put his hands down carefully and he put his hands across his chest and wouldn't even look at me, just off to the side, chin up. "Spot." i made him look at me by taking his chin harshly.

"I just wanted you to take it out on me. I'm sorry." i muttered under my breath. "What?" he looked at me again "Look, i'se not gonna say it again. So you eitha hear me or ya didn't."

"Why would you'se want me'se ta take 'it' out on you'se?" i shrugged "It's just, i haven't been telling you much. And i know you've been patient with me, i'm sorry." he just looked down at me kind of awkwardly and i almost forgot that he's never had a real girlfriend that he didn't bang every night before.

And i thought it was adorable.