This chapter took forever I had so many re writes and I still don't think it came out right. Anyways thank you for the review Giggles789. Oh and if you guys think this chapter is weird it's because I was listening to Green Day when I did it.

Sweat poured out of my body, my heart beat pounded in my ears. My body heat kept rising with every ragged breath I took.

"Don't get all hussy with us" Bill, the blond one, whispered against my ear, his gun digging into my back.

"Next!"

I gave the man my ticket.

"Good Girl"

"How old is she?"

"Sixteen" Joe said, taking a puff of his cigar.

"She clean?" Susan asked, slowly waving her large pink feather too cool herself.

"She can learn" Joe replied, taking a chocolate off the small silver tray.

"What about the boy?" The lavishly dressed woman asked.

"His seventeen. A bit more rough to handle but you can have Gustave take him out back and smooth him over" Bill answered, plopping himself against the red love seat.

I glanced at Spot. We were both tied and gagged. I noticed how he kept rubbing the rope against the door hinge, hoping to cut it with the blunt circular surface. It was no use.

"You don't go in there!"

I held my hands above my head against the flying items. A vase shattered above my head sending small glass pieces to rain down.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know" That was the fifth time I had said that.

"That's not an excuse! You filth!" Susan screeched, grabbing my hair and pulling me up.

My stupid sobs filled the tiny rotting room. I hated crying, I felt weak and small.

"It's okay, it's okay…" Spot kept repeating the same thing over and over as he wiped the blood of my cheek.

I felt worthless on the inside, like a cloak of nothingness had draped itself over my shoulders.

The blood ran down my neck and mixed with the blood that had dried from my chest wound.

"You shouldn't have done that" I said, slightly padding the bruised skin around Spots eye.

"What did you want me to do? Stand there while she beat you?" Spot asked huffing.

"I could have handled it. If I don't cry she stops…eventually" I replied, running my hand around the other bruises "Gustave really got ya didn't he?"

"You could say that" Spot said, grabbing my hand from his face and setting it against the uncomfortable pallet.

"Scarlett told me that you're some sort of big fighter. Why don't you give Gustave a lesson?"

Spot sighed "And then what? Beat the guards at the gates?"

My eyes finally opened, releasing me from my cage of torment.

"Again?"

I looked at Spot, he was sitting by the fire place moving the dying embers with the poker.

"Doesn't look like your getting much sleep either" I mutteredd, rubbing my sweaty forehead.

"How could I, with all your twisting and turning?"

I sat up and looked around. The duvet was on the floor, the blankets were twisted at the bottom of the bed or around my shaky legs.

"I'm sorry, if I could stop it, I would" I replied, lifting the twisted covers off myself.

"I miss it" Spot suddenly said.

"Miss what?" I asked, confused.

"Brooklyn" He answered.

"Why?" I inquired, getting off the bed.

"Why? Because its home! Because its where I'm supposed to be!"

His mood swing threw me off, but I wasn't going to let him see that.

"What about your parents?" I walked on wobbly legs and plopped myself on the couch across from him.

"What about them?" He said. That's when I saw the bottle in his hand.

I eyed it before answering "Their your parents,Spot"

"They left me...I was six" The words were barely audible over the sound the crackling fire. I wouldn't of heard it if I wasn't leaning in

I didn't really know what to say from here. I was the emotional wreck in this relationship.

"I was six and they left me! I starved for years, I was beaten everyday, I slept in the snow, They spit on me when they abandoned me!"

He took a big swig of his bottle and stood.

"Spot your parents never meant for that to happen" I said, standing with him.

He glared and walked off to the window, he opened it letting the cool spring air in. It blew out the small fire. The only light coming in was the white moon.

"It doesn't matter whether they did or not, it happened and nothing can change that"

"That's not fair to them" I said. I cautiously put my hand on his shoulder.

He shook it off "Life's not fair, just look at yourself"

"Excuse me?" He turned his body towards me, seething.

"You heard me. Life's not fair, your parents died in a fire, you almost got raped twice. Life doesn't care about you. If it did it you wouldn't be here, with your face all scratched up an-"

"Shut up Spot!"

Why was he acting like this?

"Your nothing, when we get back home your family won't care about you, they'll kick you out on the street. You'll see what I had to go through."

"That's not true Spot, why are you being like this?"

"Why am I being like this? Because that's the truth! You'll never matter to anyone!"

I raised my hand to slap him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you " He caught my wrist.

"What's wrong with you?" His grip tightened on my hand.

"Everything"

He threw my hand at me, took his bottle off the ledge and walked away from me. The door slammed after him.

The familiar burning in the back of my eyes wanted to take over, I rubbed it away with the back of my hand. Something I had done too much already.

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. I didn't want to risk having another nightmare and having to deal with it by myself. Yes, it was pathetic that I relied on Spot so much but I couldn't help it.

At breakfast the room was the exact definition of silence. Spot finished before us all and hurriedly excused himself. I could tell his parents sensed the tension, that was probably the reason I was sitting here.

"I never understood politicians, if you want power so bad why not just become a mob leader its much more rewarding" Aideen took a sip from the skinny wine glass.

"Umm...All right?" Where was she going with this?

"Now,You know why you're here but I don't" She set her glass down " Why don't you enlighten me?"

"I don't think I follow" I said, rubbing my clammy hands against my borrowed purple dress.

"Yes you do. My husband is having a heated conversation with my son as we speak. You and I are going to be more civil"

These people were to assertive, I didn't like that.

"We got into an argument last night" I said, scratching the back of my head "I think he was drunk, I don't know where got the bottle though" I let my hand fall back to my lap.

"What did you argue about?" Aideen picked up her glass again.

She sipped and listened.

"We were talking about a touchy subject and he said things he shouldn't have said"

I hated conflict, I tried to avoid it as much as I could. But just take a look at what a 'wonderful' job I did.

"Hmm...all right. How do you plan on fixing it?"

I was supposed to fix it?Me? Not him?
"Did you think he was going to initiate that conversation? No, no, no. Conlon men never do that sort of thing. I've only had my son for three days but I can already tell he is just like his father" Aideen set her glass down, reaching to the small coffee table in the middle of the lavish pink room.

"What do you want me to do?"

I saw no point in this, I didn't want to talk to Spot, my eyes burned at the same time that my blood boiled when I saw him.

"What I want you to do is irrelevant. What you have to do is to get him alone"

"What if I don't want talk to him?" I asked, leaning a little bit forward.

"You have too. You didn't just spend two weeks depending on each other for everything to throw it away over a few misplaced words"