Chapter 18

Spot and I walked through the empty streets of Manhattan in silence. It was not awkward, it was warming, comforting silence. The air surround us was dense and warm, and the moon was full and high in the night sky.

As we walked I looked up at the sky, the stars were in full bloom, I was able to see every single one, and every apartment in Manhattan was dark. I looked over at Spot. He had his hands in his pockets, his cane in his belt loop and the key hung from around his neck. He wasn't wearing his newsie hat, and I gasped.

"What?" he asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"I left ya clothes at Medda's! We'se gotta go back! I'm sorry!" I said, panicking.

Spot simply laughed, "Ya don' gotta worry bout dat, Medda will notice and give da clothes ta one a me newsies," he said, and I sighed in relief, "but," I looked up at him, "Ya still got dat dress on, and not dat I don' like it, but it ain't yoahs," I gasped. He was right.

"Oh god! I stole a dress! From Medda! Oh dis is so bad…" I said, stopping and putting my shaking head in my hands, "She'll nevah fahgive me…"

Spot chuckled, "Calm down Cross, I'se is sure Medda undahstands ya didn' mean ta take da dress," he said, putting his hand on the small of my back.

"Yoah right, I dunno why I'se ovah reacting bout dis," I said with a slight chuckle under my breath.

The walked through the streets of Hattan until the reached the bridge. I sighed.

"What's da mattah now Cross?" Spot asked.

I crossed my arms and continued to walk up the ramp of the bridge, "It's jus dat I really liked Sinkah. I dunno why I didn' listen to Phantom in da foist place."

At that moment Spot stopped, grabbed my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes. His lips were pursed and his eyes were cold, "What exactly did Phantom say bout Sinkah?" He asked, trying to keep calm.

I took a deep breath, "He told me dat he was a spy, but I didn' believe him. I was stupid," I said looking down.

"Look at me right now Cross," Spot growled, "Why didn' ya tell me what Phantom said? Huh?" He asked, his jaw now clenched tightly.

"Cuz everyone told me dat he was shady, dat I couldn' trust a guy like him!" I said.

Spot growled and the grip he had on my tightened. I felt like I was in a vice like grip, I grimaced, knowing it would bruise. "And who told ya dat Cross? Sinkah? Ya buddy?" He interrogated, now shaking me violently.

My jaw dropped, and my heart froze. I was frightened. For the first time ever, I was truly scared of what Spot might do to me. I tried to put my hands up, "Spot, yoah hurting me," I pleaded.

He ignored me, "Ya know what could've happened? A course not. Dey could've attacked us, and Sinkah would have betrayed us bad, Cross," he lectured nastily.

"I didn' think-"

"Yea, ya don' think, evah. Yoah jus stupid, why do I even keep ya around," he growled.

My heart dropped. Did he mean what he was saying? Did he not want me around?

He shook me harder and I pushed him off me with all the strength I could possibly muster.

He let go and panted angrily as he looked at me. "I'se is going home Spot, I can take it from heah. Go back ta ya damn party and deal wid it ovah a drink and flop wid dat whore," I growled viciously, walking up the bridge. I turned around to see Spot still standing there, a scowl on his face, "And while ya dere, tell Medda I'se'll give her da dress and get ya clothes," and with that I turned around and stormed up the bridge, leaving Spot in an angry daze.

"Damned oaf," I said to myself as I stomped over the bridge. My body was hot with anger and sadness.

I just needed to sleep these feelings off for a while.

I ran from the bridge in the direction of the lodging house, not wanting to take any chances of being attacked by some brutish log brained twat.

I dropped down on the stoop of the house, catching my breath, I felt like I had run three miles, which in reality, I probably had.

I went into the house and notice something weird. The lights were on, and no one was home. All of a sudden I heard a scuffle upstairs.

Someone was in the house. I panicked, but played it cool as I grabbed a metal bucket off the floor.

I quietly made my way up the rickety stairs. I passed the bunkroom and peeked in. No one was there. I heard another sound coming from the end of the hall. I gulped, whoever they were, they were in my room.

I tiptoed my way over to the room, the door was open a peek and I looked in, clutching the bucket close to me.

It was a boy, that much I could tell, but I didn't know who considering his back was to me. He was going through Spots stuff and I grew anger.

I opened the door and the boy turned around with a smirk, "Cross," he said smoothly.

"Sinkah," I growled, the bucket behind my back.

"No one's heah babe, and I'se is glad ya came. See, I feel we have some, uh, unfinished business to take care of, wouldn' ya say?" He asked approaching me. "Damn Cross, ya clean up good," he said as he reached to grope me.

I pulled back disgusted, "I say you'se is a fuckin' jackass," and after I said that I swung the bucket as hard as I could at his head.

His eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor with a clunk.

I sighed annoyed, great now I had to stay up and watch this bastard until Spot came home, which I was now sure would not be until very early in the morning.

I decided to sit on Spot's bunk and wait.

And wait I would.

End of Chapter!

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