A/N: Sorry this took awhile, and is short,…but I should be studying for my finals…but what can I say when I need to study I want to write…haha so here's a little something…I cant promise anything till later next week sorry.

Thanks to my reviewers: Racerchick: sorry about the spelling, I was kinda in a rush to update cause that was the only time I had…I hope this one is better with that :/

And Ikuko Moriko

Recap: since its been awhile…

I heard him (Brady) move into the room more, "Your what?" the anger was evident in his voice but it was now or never for me, and once my mind was made up I couldn't go back.

At that moment I looked back at him, my cold eyes met his. "I'm done bein ya whore" I growled even surprising myself.

With one swift movement he was standing inches away from me. "I hope for your sake I heard that wrong, cause you don't tell me when you're done. I tell you when I'm done with you"

Since I had started this, I couldn't back away. My anger was already full blown; "You will never own me" I spoke slowly, emphasizing each word carefully.

I picked up my bag and stepped past him, knowing the odds of me actually getting out were slim. And I was right, the grip on my arm was tight, and I cringed as he whipped me around to face him.

"You would have died years ago if it wasn't for me" Brady yelled into my face. With one of his legs he kicked the door shut that was behind me. I closed my eyes and tried to recompose myself. Before I could even get another word in I felt the first blow. He slapped me across the face, yelling at me to look at him.

My eyes opened into angry slits as I glared at him. He made another move to punch but luckily I was smaller and dodged it. For once it felt good to be able to fight back. The dodging effort didn't last long and soon he made contact with my face again. The punch was hard enough to send me to the ground. But since my emotions were running my body at the moment, the punch didn't even feel like it hurt. I quickly bounced back up and took a cheap shot at him, kicking him in the groin. He doubled over and I got a chance to punch him squarely in the face. My knuckles felt the contact probably more than he did.

Somehow those were not enough actions to keep him down. I tried to hold him off but he was a lot bigger and stronger. I received another punch across my face, and this time I tasted the blood from my split lip. I licked my lips, narrowing my eyes as he grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall. "You will always be my whore" he said as he leaned in to roughly kiss me.

The minute I felt his lips on mine I bit down hard. It was enough pain for him to let go and back away. Before he could yell at me or fight me again I grabbed a lamp near by and smashed it over his head.

"Consider that payment for my debts." I addressed his body on the ground. He slowly glanced up at me but made no effort to move, he was holding his head where I had hit him. I grabbed my stuff and left before he regained his composure and came after me.

I knew this probably wouldn't stop him from ever coming after me, but it was all I could do for now. I hurried down the stairs and out the door, the busyness of the streets clamed my nerves. At least I could quickly become swept up on the crowds, allowing myself to go unnoticed.

I began to make my way back to the lodging house but as I rounded a corner near by I stopped in my tracks, did I really want to go to Spot? There was no doubt he'd be pissed for me leaving the lodging house. I also knew I couldn't hide the fact I went back when he told me not to, there was already a bruise forming on my cheek, along with a bump.

Sighing I stood there staring at the lodging house in the near distance. Maybe if I stared at it long enough I could decide what to do.

But as I stood there for a few minutes I began to grow impatient, picking up what little stuff I was carrying with me I headed away from the lodging house. I wasn't sure where I was going but I needed time to think things over.

I often thought of a life outside of being a whore…or…prostitute, whatever, the words were the same to me. Now that the time arose, I had no idea what to do. I found myself nearing central park, and took a seat on a nearby bench. I laid down letting the sun warm up my body.

I had little money saved up; most had randomly gone back to Brady as payment…for my debt. I frowned at that word. Debt, how could I have let myself get owned? My anger grew as I stared at the sky above me.

----POV change----

Spot came into the lodging house quickly. He had a feeling that Autumn had left even though he told her not too. As he entered the bunk room he sighed. The room was empty. He wrapped his fist in a ball and slowly let it out again. he was trying to control his anger lately, but his sister just seemed to bring it all back out.

He walked down the stairs and into the streets below. Glancing around he decided since she wasn't here he would just go get something to eat at Tibby's anyways. As he walked along the streets and alleyways he soon heard some foot steps behind him. He slowly turned his head and smirked when he saw who was behind him.

"Heya Race" he said waiting for him to catch up a few steps, "Trying to sneak up on me?"

"Me, never" he said trying to look insulted, but the smirk he wore ruined any hope. "Ya headin' to Tibby's?"

Spot nodded as they continued to walk through the streets. "Where's ya sista" Spot stopped dead in his tracks, the icy glare was evident in his eyes. But out of anyone Jack and Race had survived that look. Race had known Spot and Jack for a long time, since they all became newsies around the same time.

"How'd ya know?" the glare was replaces with curiosity.

"The temper didn't help to hide anythin'. Don't worry I don't think any of the boy are as smart as me" Race answered laughing. Spot nodded his head; some of them were a little slow with details.

"She wasn't as the lodging house" Spot answered Race's earlier question. Spot didn't know why but he trusted Race almost as much as Jack. And from what he could tell, Race knew what kind of trouble she was in. the look on his face now showed worry.

"Ya think she went back?" Spot glanced at Race; he was trying to figure out that answer since he left the lodging house.

"She told me she wouldn't, but who knows. She aint the same as she used to be. She never had my temper, but now….now she seems different"

"She works in a worse environment than us, we get a black eye a day, but I can't imagine what she gets" Race said more to himself than Spot. But Spot was thinking the same thing.

As the cut through Central Park to take a short cut to Tibby's they both stopped noticing someone on the bench nearby.

---Pov change----

I frowned as I noticed someone standing over me. Sighing I sat up, glaring at whoever was around me. I was faced with Spot and another newsie I had seen a lot, but I couldn't remember his name.

"What are ya doin' out here Autumn?" Spot asked glancing at the bag on the ground. I smirked, which was becoming similar to his, "Didn't need ya help after all" I said looking at the bag as well.

"I think I can hear my food callin' me," the other kid said as he walked away, slapping Spot's back.

"See ya Race" Spot called after him, as he turned his attention back to me. "What ya mean ya didn't need my help. Where'd ya get that shinna?" He asked, but somehow I knew I didn't have to put a name to the bruise.

He didn't even give me time to answer those questions when he started asking more, "So ya are done with this Brady guy?"

I nodded slowly and watched as he nodded with satisfaction as well.

"Ya gonna get ya self a better job now?" he asked sliding into the bench next to me.

"Like what?" I kept my glance staring into the distance of the park, lost half in thought, half listening to Spot.

"Why don't ya become a newsie?" I laughed, a little too loud for Spot; I turned to see some anger in his eyes.

"What's wrong with a newsie? If ya don't want to be one, at least come to the lodging house until ya find a place. I'm not lettin' ya live on the streets with this Brady guy probably lookin' for ya"

I sat there, continuing to become lost in the surroundings of the park. my mind whirled with what Spot was offering. But I wasn't sure if I wanted him dragged into this, if Brady came back for me, it wouldn't be pretty.