Chapter 8

I'se is feeling in a Brooklyn-y mood head, so I'se'll through ya a bone and update.

I threw Spots soaking wet, oversized tee shirt over my shirt to provide more coverage. I peaked my head out from behind the crate and looked both ways to see if anyone was coming. Nope.

I emerged from behind the tower of crates and slyly mad my way up the dock. Once I reached the end of the dock I sighed. I had no clue where I was. I had three options, go left, go right, or go straight into an alley. It was a hard choice but eventually I chose to go left.

I strolled calmly down the street, my right hand in my pocket, my left hand holding my hat. I whistled a made up tune and walked further in the seemingly never ending street.

Bystanders gave me odd looks as I walked down the street, leaving river in my path, but I brushed them aside. I made a right turn and collided with a brick wall. My hand flew to my head, and my other to my rear.

Turns out, it wasn't a wall, because last I checked, walls do not ask if you are okay, and then help you off the ground. I looked up at the person, and then chuckled at this realization. Sinker.

"You okay Cross?" He asked, extending his hand to hoist me off the floor, chuckling in the process.

"Yea, jus feels like I'se has been hit by a brick wall is all," I replied, giving him a coy smile.

He put his hands up in surrender, "Whoa there seems like someone is sadly mistaken. You happened to run into the wall, not visa-versa."

I looked down and laughed. "What are you still doing here anyways? Why are you walking around Brooklyn alone?" He asked.

I sighed, "Cuz dat jackass ditched my at da docks. Oh an' by jackass, I mean Spot, if you'se didn' catch my flow," I said with a scowl.

Sinkers eyes widened, "He left you alone? At the docks?"

I nodded. "And I'se don' even know my way back to the lodgin' house from heah," I said angrily, a hint of sadness in my voice.

Sinker didn't notice. He chewed the inside of his cheek. "Well I was heading back to the house anyways, so I guess you can come with me," he said with a smile.

"Where are da othas? Why is you'se alone?" I asked.

He smiled, took the hat off his head and ran his fingers through his brown hair, "They went to the dock. I'm sure you understand why I decided against going."

I nodded and kept walking. Eventually we reached the lodging house, and Sinker opened the door for me.

We walked up the stairs and as I was about to pass the bunkroom, Sinker grabbed me softly by the shoulder, "Come in the bunkroom with me," he said innocently.

I gave him a skeptical look, "I don' know Sinkah."

He looked at me and rolled his eyes, "Not to do anything like that. Just to play cards or something until the others get back," he replied.

I sighed and smiled, "Okay, but jus ta play cards. Nuttin' else, ya Casanova, you," I said jokingly.

He laughed and walked with me into the bunkroom. I sat on his bed and he knelt on the floor next to me. He reached underneath the bed and pulled out a tin box. He put it on the bed and dropped down next to it.

"This is where I keep all my things," he said, "everything I currently own but the clothes on my back are in this box."

I nodded and looked at him. He opened the box and pulled out a deck of old cards. He looked and my and smiled, "Do you know how to play poker?" He asked me.

I looked at him, "No, nevah loirned it," I said truthfully.

"Well then, let me be the one to teach you, please," he said, dealing me out cards.

It took twenty minutes before I was beating him at his own game. He laughed and ran his hand through his hair, "Well, that's just embarrassing, isn't it?"

I laughed, "Maybe not, I was always a fast learner."

I quieted down and Sinker and I just looked at each other. I looked down and was surprised at what happened next.

Sinker swooped down and caught my lips in a calm kiss. I shut my eyes and moaned. Lifting my hands to his broad shoulders, I pushed him away softly.

"Sinkah, I can't do this. I'se sorry if I led ya on in anyway, but I only want ta be ya friend. Okay?" I asked looking at him.

He sighed, "No I'm sorry. That was completely uncalled for of my, and I hope you can forgive me," he said looking down into his hands.

I rolled my eyes, "Ahcourse I fahgive ya, you'se da best friend I'se evah had!" I paused and looked at the slightly open door, "But I think fa now if I leave."

He nodded, and I exited the bunkroom and shut the door, and was face to face with my worst fear. Spot Conlon.

"So it's Sinkah now, huh?" He asked calmly, but I could sense his anger.

"No, what makes ya say dat?" I inquired, implying that he had been eavesdropping.

"Ya had the door wide open, and the whole world could see ya and Sinkah lockin' lips!" He growled, his face close to mine.

"I don' like Sinkah da way ya think," I said calmly, my eyes closed.

"Yea right, and I'se is a wealthy newsie," he said sarcastically, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

Anger built up inside of me. "And so what if I was wid Sinkah? It would be my choice, not yoahs. I am not yoah little pet, ya know," I said quickly.

He growled and turned his back to me. His body was tense and he took his cane out of his belt loop. He began walking towards our room.

"Why would ya care anyways? Hmm? Why would dat be?" I interrogated. Why was Spot acting like this today?

He turned around, his face red, "I think it'd be best if ya found a different place ta sleep foah da night. Anywhere but heah," he said calmly.

"W-what?" I asked.

"You hoid me," he said louder, "I think I'd be best if ya jus left. Foah tonight at least."

A tear went down my cheek and I sniffled. I wiped my face and looked at him, "Fine," I growled, "But I can't promise I'se'll be back tomorrah." I said.

With that I turned my back and left, I passed boys entering the lodging house, just making curfew.

I left the house and tears poured down my face. I entered the darkness of a night in Brooklyn. I don't know where I would sleep, but I knew something bad would happen. I just could tell tonight would not end well.

End of Chapter 8!

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