Chapter 19
I sat on Spots bed, looking at Sinker's motionless body. I sighed, resting my chin in my hand. I thought about what Phantom said. How did he know that Sinker was a spy? Why hadn't he told Spot?
I brushed away my thoughts and rolled my eyes over to the window. The window was open and fresh, cool air blew into the hot room. I wanted to leave here, go up to the roof and stay there for hours, but thanks to Spot and this dope, I had to stay here and waited.
I heard a groan, and noticed Sinker moving. I shrieked and ran to the bucket on the floor. He looked up at me, his eyes squinted. I slammed the bucket on his head, and he was out cold once again.
I let out a breath, and sat down on the bed, my hand my chest. Thank God for buckets.
At that moment, I heard the door down stairs open and close. I gulped and grabbed the bucket, slowly making my way out of the room. I pressed my back against the wall in the dark hall way. I bumped into a figure and lifted the bucket over my head as I shrieked in horror.
The offenders hands grabbed my raised elbows and he shushed me, "Cross, calm down, it's jus' me, Spot," he whispered.
I released the air I had trapped in my lungs, and lowered the bucket, "Oh god, did ya have ta give me a heart attack?" I asked, panting.
"What's got you'se in such a jumpy mood?" he asked in an annoyed tone.
I opened my eyes wide, "Sinkah," I replied in a whisper.
Spot pushed me up against the wall, "Is he comin'? Wheah is 'e right now? I'se'll take him out before he even gets ta Brooklyn," Spot went off in a rant.
I pointed to the bedroom, "He's in dere," I said.
"You let him in our room? Are you'se even more stupid den I thought?" He accused.
I gasped, "No! 'E was dere when I got home, lookin' through ya stuff," I said, Spot's jaw was still jutted out. I crossed my arms, "I didn' let him stay dere! He came up ta me, floited wid me, and I hit him ovah da head wid dis bucket dat I was gonna soak you wid!" I exclaimed.
Spot let go of me and walked over to the room. I rolled my eyes and mocked, "'Thanks Cross ya did me a solid' Hey no problemo Spot, anytime!"
He ignored me and bent over to feel Sinkers pulse, "Well 'e's still alive, now we'se just gotta take 'im to da docks," he said.
I quirked a questioning brow, "Why?"
"Cuz, we'se gonna dump him in da watah," Spot said simply.
My eyes widened, "You'se wanna kill da poor bastard! Ya crazy!" I said, putting my hands up in surrender.
"I'se already warned him bout comin' into Brooklyn, if da guy don' undahstand dat den maybe he should be dead," Spot said, grabbing Sinker by the under arms and pulling him out of the room, "You'se gonna help?" He asked as he passed me.
I gasped "No! Tha- That's just wrong! Sick and wrong!" I said.
"Whatever," Spot said, as he lifted Sinker's limp body over his shoulder. For a small guy, Spot was pretty strong.
"Fine!" I called as they left, "But when you'se get arrested fa murdah, I ain't gonna bail ya out!"
"Didn' plan on it!" He called as he descended the stairs. I leaned back against the dresser and bit my lip as I shook my head.
I know Sinker may have been bad, but he certainly did not deserve to die over some newsie war. That was just ridiculous.
We were children who acted like adults, and I just did not get it.
I pushed myself off the dresser and climbed onto my bunk with a mindless expression.
As I laid down I only had one thing on my mind that justified Spot's rash actions.
In a dog eat dog world, it's either kill, or be killed.
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