Chapter 20
I was awoke about an hour later when I heard the door to the bedroom open quickly only to be slammed harshly shut a moment later.
I kept my head down and listened to the quickened footsteps of Spots pacing and the forceful pants emitting from his nose.
I sat up immediately as I heard him hiss and plop down on the bed, "Spot? Spot are you'se a'right?" I asked, my eyes shifting left to right nervously.
"I'se is fine," he answered, shortly followed by another hiss.
I quickly threw myself over the side of my bunk and landed clumsily onto the floor. "No ya ain't Spot," I said as I looked at his silhouette in the dark room.
He held his hand to his face, "It's a'right, jus- jus' go back ta sleep," he said.
I walked over to the candle in the room and light it. I slowly walked over to Spot and gasped as I saw a large bruise forming under his eye, "Oh god! What happened ta ya Spot?" I asked as I kneeled down in front of him.
"Midtown," he answered in a growl, "Dey was at da docks when I was gonna dump Sinkah. It was Smooth's buddies, Rockah and Sprintah," he paused as I touched his bruise. He hissed and slapped my hand away, "Do ya mind? Ya thick skull," he muttered.
I rolled my eyes and pulled back, "Wait heah," I said as I got up and walked toward the door.
"Wheah is I gonna go?" He asked spitefully.
I ignored his smart ass remark and walked to the washroom, filling up a bowl with water and grabbing a small rag off the towel rack and quickly making my way to the bedroom.
I entered the room, Spot in the same place I had left him, "Look! I stayed!" He exclaimed sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes and set the bowl and rag down next to here as I knelt in front of him.
I dipped the rag in the bowl and wrung it out, "Dis might sting Spot, but ya gonna have ta deal wid it," I said as I slowly pressed the rag onto his bruised face.
He hissed and grabbed my wrist, "What gives?" he exclaimed.
I peeled his hand off my wrist, "Oh, stop being a baby, it's jus' a bruise, jus' a bruise," I said, focusing on my work.
He lowered his hands and leaning back on them, "Thanks Cross," he said nearly quiet enough for me to be unable to hear.
I decided to milk this once in a lifetime moments, "What was dat? Not quite sure I hoid ya correctly," I said, holding back a smirk and chuckle.
I heard him growl and roll his eyes, "I said," he said through clenched teeth, "Thanks fa dis Cross," he said louder.
Now satisfied with his response, I smiled and looked into his eyes, "It's nothing," I said. "So tell me about what went down at da docks?" I asked.
"Well I was about ta roll da lump into da watah, when dumb and dumber come at attack me, only getting one good punch in," he said pointing to his marred cheek, "I got away, Sinkah lives on and those scumbags get away wid bein heah," he finished with a growl.
"Hold dat dere," I said, moving my hand as he replaced it. "Why did ya have ta try ta kill Sinkah?" I asked.
Spot sighed, "Cuz he betrayed us! And 'e's a spy, meanin' he gets around. 'E is an obvious threat ta Brooklyn, and as ya know, Brooklyn is my life, my love," he finished, trailing off.
"But is it worth killin' someone ovah a damned newsie war? Is it worth takin' a life?" I interrogated; my hands on my hips, my eyes on Spots.
"I don' know, you tell me," he said. I cocked my head and gave him a confused looked. He lowered the rag from his eye and dropped in the bowl with a splash.
"Whadda mean?" I asked, truly confused.
"Sinkah had no problem tryin' ta kill you'se ovah a damned newsie war, why should I worry about him?" Spot said, getting up from his place on the bed and walking towards me.
"Oh…" I said looking to the floor.
"Ya jus' so clueless sometimes. So much so, dat ya bring danger on yaself," he said as he reached up and caressed my smooth face.
I looked up into his eyes. At that moment I gently grabbed his face and slammed his lips to mine.
This kiss was not soft like the others. It was passionate. Our tongues danced in a peacefully rhythm.
It was meaningful.
It was my first true kiss.
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