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A/N: Sooo sorry this took so long, I had some issues with my computer, and somehow my whole chapter I had ready to post two weeks ago is gone so sorry this chapter that I rewrote isnt as good as the original but I hope its still ok. I promise this next one wont take so long…or so I hope R&R

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Spot left the building in a hurry although he wasn't sure why. He wanted to get away but he now wanted to get away from the one thing he had been looking for all those years.

He slowed his pace as he felt the comforting darkness surround him; he was far enough away from the lively house. He hung he head and searched his pockets for a cigarette. Finding none he growled in anger. Why, why hadn't she come to him for help?

If only he had gone back to her sooner, he could have given her a better job…than that Sure he went to places like that before and well a lot of his boys did he just didn't want to think of his sister doing that.

He shook his head to no one in particular as he continued his walk though Manhattan's streets. He eventually found his way towards the lodging house, figuring he was too tired to walk back to Brooklyn.

He entered the lodging house to find a small game of poker going on, while some of the other newsies were already sleeping. Normally he would have played a hand and won some money but tonight he didn't.

Jack looked up form his hand and saw Spot standing by the doorway, looking back at his cards one more time he decided to just fold now and see what Spot wanted.

He placed his cards down and Race seemed to smile, knowing there was one less person dealt in. Spot and Jack nodded to each other and moved towards the window in the room, to head to the roof.

The darkness surrounded them as they silently sat down on the roof, neither knowing what to say.

"So, ya went to see her?" Jack finally asked breaking the silence, he had told Spot the other day that his sister was alive, and he figured that was why he was so…not himself at the moment.

Spot slowly shook his head, "Why, why didn't she come find us…she knew where both of us were…we could have helped."

Jack gave a small smile, "Cause she's a Conlon. If ya needed help ya wouldn't ask either"

Spot looked at Jack and gave a small laugh, one thing about him and his sister was that they were stubborn, and felt asking for help was a sign of weakness. He knew he couldn't blame her for not asking, he just wished she would have at least told him where she was.

Jack stayed with Spot outside for a little longer, they sat in silence but both their thoughts seemed to be on one girl. Jack had grown up with her, and now to find her here in this situation he was worried. He knew some of the girls had it tough in there and he hoped she wasn't one of them.

"Alright Spot, I'm headin' in but ya bunk is always available." Spot nodded without turning to look at Jack. Spot stayed in the darkness for until he heard the noise die down inside, signaling that everyone had fallen asleep. Dragging his tired body towards his bunk, he let sleep take over him, washing away his problems.

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After Spot stormed out, I finished my shift and headed off to my own bedroom. That night was the one night I slept well, for all the problems I had faced in the week I was too drained emotionally and physically to even worry about them. My dreams didn't even bother me for once, and as I slept through the night I began to forget seeing Spot and even Jack…that was until I woke up.

The sun was already shinning halfway into my room, showing signs that it was after noon. I groaned and rolled over in my bed trying to let sleep take over me again, letting the peacefulness come back. From the time I woke up I realized I had seen my brother last night, the one thing I had been trying to avoid.

Not really finding the energy to move I stayed in my bed for awhile longer. As I almost fell back asleep I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in" I called still mot moving from my bed. I watched as Spring opened the door slowly. She gave me a small smile seeing that I was still in bed.

"Hey Spring." I said as she walked all the way into my room, in the light I could see the color on her face starting to fade, which was a good sign.

"Hey Autumn wanna go to lunch with me?"

"Yeah just let me change." I got up and went into a smaller room that was like a closet to change. I soon came back out and followed Spring downstairs.

At the bottom of the steps I saw Brady cleaning up the bar, he cast a glance up at us as we walked towards the door.

"We are goin' to lunch Brady" I said hoping he wouldn't fight us.

"Just be back early Autumn, your covering for Pearl" I frowned but nodded as quickly left with Spring.

"So ya face is lookin' a lot better, ya workin' tonight?" I asked Spring once we were out of the house and on to the busy streets

She shrugged; "I think I'll try and see if I get any business" I turned and saw her give a little wave to some near by newsies who were staring at us.

"I'm sure ya wont have a problem with that, I cant even take ya anywhere" she flashed me a grin.

"Oh like ya one to talk, I saw ya with Spot Conlon last night…and Jack Kelly earlier this week, ya movin' through the leaders?" she laughed but I didn't share her feelings. She noticed my frown as we walked into a near by restaurant.

I waited until we were seated and took our order before I explained.

"I'm not movin' through them, I've known Jack for awhile" she was about to comment when I stopped her.

"Not like that, he's my brother's friend since they were little, and well Spot is my brother" I saw Spring's jaw drop slightly.

"So ya still didn't with Jack" I laughed, that was her only concern

"Sorry to disappoint ya but no"

"I was just curious as to how they were? Ya cant blame me for askin'." She paused for a minute, "I can't believe you are Spot's sister" I rolled my eyes at that comment, I never liked being known as only his little sister, maybe that's why I broke away for those years.

"Spring ya think we can keep between us for now" she nodded understanding my wish.

We finished our lunch, and instead of having time to spend outside or just sitting and talking, we had to head back towards the house.

Once I was inside I went to my room to change and get ready for the evening. As I started to shower for the night ahead, I soon began to dread the night ahead. Although I would be hopefully getting more money than usual, I was taking over for Pearl, who was sick. Pearl had one usual costumer that I was not to fond of. He thought he ruled New York, and he personally made me nervous. He was a high payer, but I know sometimes he wasn't satisfied and he left Pearl with some marks to prove it. Her bruises weren't usually enough to have her stop working for a night, but he still made me nervous.

He always asked for Pearl when he came in, and if he came tonight, I would have to take her place. Sighing I finished getting ready, knowing very well the dangerous of this job inside and out, and knowing there was nothing to do but face them.

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The evening seemed to go by slowly as it soon got closer to my normal hours. So far I had seen a costumer or two but I still feared that he would show up soon.

I knew he hadn't been in last night so there was a good chance I would get Pearl's costumer tonight. And just as I thought I was safe, I heard the door open. Turning slowly I noticed it was him, he was tall and skinny, which seemed to mask the power I knew he had in him. He asked for Pearl and I soon found myself walking towards him.

"Heya Doll, ya in for Pearl tonight." I flashed him a smile and winked to him. He didn't seem to mind Pearls absence as he followed me up the stairs towards my room.

As we entered I felt him push me forward and slam my door shut. Confused I turned and looked at him and without thinking I took a step away. He smiled at my actions, and as he moved forward I felt myself pushed against the wall.

"Your not as pretty as Pearl is, but I'm hoping you'll be better" before I could say or do anything he grabbed my neck and pushed me harder against the wall. I struggled a little hoping he would realize his grip on my neck. But without any luck I stopped moving, there was nothing I could do now, he paid and I had to go along with it. I just wished he would take his hand away from my neck, as I could feel the grip tightening ever so often.

When he was done he left shoving me once more into the wall. I shrunk down on the floor and grabbed my neck, as I tried to get full breaths back into my lungs.

I leaned my head against the wall knowing this night wasn't over yet; Brady still wanted me on for another hour or two.

I took a minute to get my breath back, as well as my emotions. As I headed back down the stairs I stopped and gazed into a small mirror…I could already see the marks from his hand appearing. Groaning I headed down stairs to finish out my shift, and hopefully get to bed soon.