I sat in my room alone for a while staring out my open window smoking a cigarette. Only about 4 guys stopped by my room to talk and to give me advice. The boys weren't all as bad as spot. two were really nice boys who tried to get me to come out to the docks with them and the other two offered to teach me how to use the slingshot lying on my bed that pockets gave me.

Soon the sun went down and all the newsies were back in there rooms winding down for tomorrow.

No matter how much I tried I couldn't sleep. And when I did I had the dream again.

"your mine."

"no…im not. You don't own me, you never will. Im leaving you. Get over it."

"I don't think you understand."

The floor beneath my feet turns black and the words 'property' are marked all over my body.

"your not leaving me."

Then the hitting starts.

And it doesn't stop for hours.

I woke up sweating through my sheets and sat up in the darkness. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness that surrounded my room.

No chance of falling asleep now.

I sat down at the tiny table next to my window and lit up another cigarette. I could feel a pattern starting with this.

Just then I heard heavy footsteps plodding down the hallway. I knew barely anyone came this far back on the first floor because spots room was next door. so I waited for them to stop but they never did.

Just then my door flew open and a body fell through the frame and landed on my bed with a thump and a groan. I couldn't see his face.

"wadda ya…wadda ya doin in my room?" the words came out in between ragged breathes.

Even though the voice was strained I knew it was spot.

He was coughing and wheezing and holding his body. I turned on the light and suddenly my own breath was gone. Spot was laying there, his face and arms were covered in cuts, bruises and blood.

"what happened? Were you in a fight or something?" spot looked at me sarcastically and added a small smirk

"im spot conlon, cupcake of COURSE I was in a fight." he continued to breath in short hollow breathes.

"well what did you do?" I watched as he clenched his stomach with a smile.

"I didn't do nothing. The other guy didn't wanna listen. So I had ta make 'em." he laughed and rolled over rubbing the blood off his face onto my sheets.

"well it looks like you got the short end of the straw."

"eh you should see the other guy." we sat in silence for a little while I watched as he tried to hide the pain I knew he was feeling. even as he laid there covered in blood and bruises he was still devastatingly handsome. His red suspenders hanging off his waist and his shirt half open revealing his smooth chest that was also bruised up.

"what are you lookin at?" he said. His voice was laced more with curiosity then anger.

"nothing."

"hehe you got a thing for me cupcake? Yea you do. Come here." spot sat up as he motioned for me to sit down next to him. Maybe it was the inner abused girlfriend in me that got up to go sit with him. Once seated by him he brought his face close to mine. Was it possible that I DID have a thing for him. Maybe I was starting to become more fond of spot. Maybe, just maybe.

"yea…you's gatta thing for me girlie." his blue Grey eyes softened as they bore into mine. Was it possible to be intense and soft at the same time? His face came closer and closer until his lips were right above mine.

Then he kissed me. It was a small peck that wasn't aggressive at all. He pulled away and smirked. I guess when I didn't fight he thought it meant go further. So he kissed me again but this time he pushed his tongue into my mouth. When he pulled away I got up and sat back down at the table in silence.

Beer. his mouth tasted like BEER.

What was I THINKING? There was no THING between us. The little fucker was drunk.

"What's wrong cupcake? You didn't like it?" he laughed and laid back down. The sad part? Even though I knew he was drunk and I knew he didn't mean anything by it. I DID like. I liked it so much I wanted him to do it again.

"Spot. Get out." I had to further myself from the temptation that was spot conlon. He didn't move.

"SPOT. Get OUT" when I walked over to the bed where he was laying motionless I realized he had fallen asleep in the mere couple of seconds it took me to go to the table and back, and no matter how mad I had been or how tired I was I couldn't bring myself to wake him up. Even in his drunken slumber spot looked amazing. His dark hair splayed out and his face looked so serene.

Well I guess ill just sleep in his room then.

I turned off the light in my room and closed the door as I slowly crept my way down the hall. I opened the last door and entered. Spots room wasn't any different from mine. Beside the fact that his hat was hanging from the bedpost and his clothes were all over the floor. Climbing into his bed and wrapping myself in spots sheets I feel asleep.

And that was the first night that I dreamed of Spot Conlon.

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