Chapter 33

Oh my goodness you guys, I am so sorry to have kept you waiting! I feel like a terrible person and I hope you're still with my story! Anyways, I've had lots of school and soccer and worst of all, I had writer's block, so I kind of had to force myself to write this. Anyways, Happy Thanksgiving and I am greatful for all my readers and reviewers! Read on!

I walked along the empty streets with my hands deep in my pockets; I don't know how many times I've done this before, but I remember being here, doing this. Maybe it was deja vu. It was still kind of dark outside, the sun just beginning to peak over the horizon, and I knew that the newsies would be getting up around now. I could only imagine Spot's face as he reads my later; he would sigh in relief and realize it was the best for us to be apart.

I growled and kicked the ground angrily. I didn't want to leave home, but I had to. I didn't want Spot to be happy I left, but he would be. It all made me so mad. I turned the corner and made my way up the ramp of the extenxive bridge. For now I wondered where I would live. I couldn't exactly be in Manhattan; they had no room for me, and the Race situation made me a bit uneasy. I couldnt, scratch that, wouldn't go to an orphange and definitely not some kind of concubine. I guess I could always just go back to living on the streets like I had done for so many years; pick pocket, steal from fruit carts, or better yet, bread carts. No, scratch that, that's how I got into this whole mess. I sighed and looked to my side, surprised to see that I had already gotten to the middle of the bridge.

I decided to walk to the railing, and lean over it a bit. The distance down to water was very far, and made me quite squimish. I did then something I never knew I could; I pulled myself over so I was standing on the edge. The edge of life. My heels hooked onto the steel bar, and my hands behind my gripping on to the metal bars for dear life. Behind me I heard steady stride that soon became rushed footsteps. "Cross! What in Gods name are you'se doin'?" A familiar voice came from behind me.

I turned my head back and saw Spot in the middle of the bridge, looking at me with his face in a shocked expression, "Jus' hangin'" I said, inhaling deeply afterwards, turning back to look down at the water; I gulped.

Spot came closer to me, I could tell, "That's not funny, Cross," he said curtly, "Now get back ovah heah, now," he commanded, growing anrgy.

My mouth was dry and my gaze was locked onto the water, "S-Spot, I'm scared," I admitted.

He put his hand on my shoulder lightly, "Den get yoah butt ovah heah."

"I-I c-can't," I stuttered, I was frozen, "m-ove."

"Lemme help you."

"No."

"No?" He asked uneasily, in his voice I could hear his sense of horror. I could even smell it in the air.

"No," I assured him.

"Sara..." he pleaded quietly, his voice quivering.

I turned my head to look at him, my hair swirling with the twist of my neck, "What did you'se jus' call me?"

For a moment, Spot was speechless. I could tell he was unsure of how he should answer, "Sara," he whispered.

I smiled for a moment, but it faltered, then fell, "Why did you'se come here?" I asked, my head now turned away from him.

He sighed, "Cross, look at me," he said. When I didn't comply he growled, "For Fuck sakes look at me!" I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes wide. "Ya wanna know why I came here? Huh? It's cuz' I can't stand to be away from you'se! God, I thought that being with you'se is hard, tryin' bein' wid out ya!" He vented, pacing back and forht in front of me. "I don' know what it is about you'se, but yoah like an addiction! I can't shake ya!" He continued, his breathes calmed down a bit, "I jus' had ta find you'se as soon as I could, ya know, before ya left."

I smiled and carefully turned my body so I faced him fully, my body still on the other side of the railing, "Does dis' mean what I think it does?" I asked, my heart fluttering with hope, but my stomach clenching in anxiousness.

He took a step closer to me and looked me in the eyes, running hand through his hair. He exhaled deeply, "Cross, I think dat you'se has got me wrapped around dat little fingah of yoah's," he began. I felt as though I was going to cry, was he really saying what I had hoped? "Cross, I l-love you," he forced out.

My face fell and I looked down; the moment of hesitation killed it, "Don' lie ta me Spot," I said. "I'se not gonna jump, ya don' have ta lie ta save me."

He groaned, "It's too hard, Cross. I try, but it's too hard. You've got me so close dat I could taste da love, but I keep pulling myself away. Please, Cross, come ovah heah and let's go home," he said, his eyes filled with worry.

I sighed and nodded, "Alright," I said as I began to climb over. As I lifted my foot to hook onto one of the railings, my boot slipped and I screamed; I was dangling over the edge of the bridge. "Spot!" I cried out, my heart beat racing and my hands stupidly claming up.

He rushed over to me, "Cross!" He yelled, reaching over and grabbing onto my fore arms. His breaths were deep and fast, "Let go," he said.

I looked up at him and shook my head, "I'll fall!"

"You won' I promise. If you fall off dis bridge, I'se is jumpin' off aftah ya, may god have my word, and you have mine too," he assured me.

A tear ran down my cheek as I looked up, "I trust you," I said with every bot of trust I had in me, I poured it all into him. I let go of the bar.

I felt like I was falling, but I was meerily dangling, kicking my legs frantically. I heard Spot grunt, "Stop yoah movin. Yoah gonna pull us both ovah!" And like that, I stopped. Spot struggled, sweat appearing on his brow, as he pulled me up over the railing. Before I knew it, I was on safe, stable ground. Once again Spot had saved me, and I had hurt him.

He looked at me and wiped his brow, walking over to me. He smacked the back of my head causing me to yelp, "Don' evah do anything stupid like dat again, ya heah me?" he said threateningly. I nodded, rubbing the back of my head with my palm, "Good," he said, putting his arm around my shoulders and walking me back towards Brooklyn.

It was the walk of shame. I was absolutely mortified, yet relieved.

End of Chapter!

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