Kelly Clarkson and Frank Sinatra inspired this Chapter. Specifically 'My life would suck without you" Kind of ironic considering what happened last chapter.

April,24, 7:54 pm

"I can't believe you punched a cop!"

My lungs kept begging for air as my feet pounded on the cobblestones.

"What did you want me to do?!" Spot protested as we took a sharp turn.

A small group of Boston coppers was hot on our tails. How did I always seem to end up in these situations?

April, 24, 7:40 pm

"I can't believe I agreed to this" Spot huffed beside me.

Eliza was giving a passionate speech about woman's rights in the middle of the old theater, mostly dissing men, but otherwise quite eloquent.

"Shouldn't of been a jerk to me" I whispered, crossing my arms.

"I said I was s-"

His apology was cut short when the doors to the theater burst open and banged against the already crumbling walls.

Two police men stood at the entrance. One with a great beer belly and a mustache, the other wiry and grey haired, both dressed in a blue uniform.

"We are here for the arrest of Eliza Woodrow" Their voices echoed through the quiet theater. This felt like a really bad plot twist in a really bad novel.

Everyone just looked at the shocked Eliza and back at the Cops.

Finally a scholarly girl stood "For what reason?" She adjusted her small glasses to the top of her nose and fixed her glare at the intruders.

"Avoiding arrest after a violent rally" The leading cop answered.

The girl frowned "Do you have a warrant?"

The second cop took out a yellow letter out of his pocket and held it up.

April, 24, 7:43 pm

"Sit down you idiot!" Spot hissed beside me, pulling on my sleeve.

The cop stopped on his way to the middle of the room.

"That's m-me..I'm-I' m Eliza Woodrow" My voice came out shaky and fake.

"No this is Violet Jones " Spot said pulling me back down to my seat.

April, 24, 7: 45

The handcuff clicked around my left wrist.

"I hate you so much" Spot said beside me, before he took his right fist and swung at the cop's jaw.

The skinny one blew his whistle as Spot and the fat cop wrestled.

More cops piled into the aging building, a huge blob of blue charging at the stunned rebels.

What followed could only be described as organized chaos.

The cops had their plan, so did the rebels.

The rebels suspected this would happen so they began to dash for the open back doors and windows, following their escape plan.

The cops were sure that the reformist wouldn't just hand one of theirs over without a fight.

I just hopelessly stood and stared like an idiot. My mouth hanging open, with a silver bracelet wrapped around my left wrist.

April,23, 8:23 P.M

"Will you just look at me?!" Spot said, throwing his arms in the air.

"Apologize" I said simply and set my tea cup down.

"I did!" Spot whined" Twice!" He held out two fingers and shoved them in my face.

Rolling my eyes, I swatted his hand.

"You didn't mean it" I said "Convince me you meant it, and I'll forgive you"

"What do I have to do?" He asked, lightly scowling.

"Do you remember Eliza from the party we went to?"

April, 24, 8:00 pm

"I don't know for how long I can keep this up" I gasped through the words, and I 'm not sure Spot understood me.

"Just until I find a bar" Spot said, struggling to talk.

I wanted to question him further but I wasn't sure if I had the lung capacity to do that.

Two blocks later, we found an Irish pub and rushed in.

Spot pushed me all the way to the back, past all the dancing couples and poker tables.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, after Spot shoved me into a chair facing the wall.

"We needed to disappear" Spot answered, plopping down in the chair opposite from me.

"I knew that but why here?" I asked.

My breaths finally started to come evenly but the dark and stuffy room didn't ease my sweating.

"To blend in, obviously, the police won't come in here" Spot said, then raised his hand and flagged over the waitress.

"Why?"

Spot rolled his eyes " Do you think they would come in here at this hour?"

"No..."

With a sigh, Spot explained "Look around" He extended his hand and motioned around the room "The place is crawling with them"

I stayed quiet.

"Criminals, Violet, Criminals"

My silence was the only answer he received.

"You're hopeless" Spot said before the waitress came over.

I ignored his conversation with the waitress and looked around the room. I couldn't pick out the criminals from the non-criminals. On any other occasion I would have walked by thinking the working class of Boston just came to unwind at their local pub, but then again on any other occasion I wouldn't be in Boston.

Spot put his head on his hands and let out a groan.

"I hate you so much"

I smiled at him "I know"

Rubbing his face repeatedly, Spot groaned again.

"This is all your fault" He said.

"Please, You love me" I backfired, smirking.

"That is undeniably true" He answered, finally letting his face go.

The waitress came over and set down a pint of beer.

He didn't thank her.

"That was rude" I said, after the woman walked off frowning.

Spot looked at me while he downed the alcoholic drink.

"You should have thanked her" I said, trying to get my point across.

He set the pint down with a slam.

"I served a boy who didn't say thank you once and I was very offended"

"Violet..." Spot started.

"Would it hurt you to say thank you?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Would it hurt you not to care?"

He was irked but so was I. Their was rules to society, and please and thank you were the ground basis for all of civilian life.

"What is so hard about saying thank you?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders and throwing my hands half way in the air.

"Why does it matter so much to you?" Spot asked, moving his head a little forward.

"Because Spot! That's what a good person does!" I emphasized, "someone does something nice for you and you say thank you"

"She gets paid to do it" He said "so technically she does it because she has to"

"Spot..." It was my turn to whine "Why is it so hard to say thank you? Do you think yourself above the rest of us simple folk?"

His blank stare was my answer.

"Oh my god! You do! That is...I'm to stunned to even glare at you. We're going to fix this right now!

I stood from the brown wooden chair. Where was that waitress? I found her on the far side of the room, I sat back down but no before waving her over.

"What can I help you with dear?" The woman asked smiling.

"Another pint please" I answered, returning the smile.

"I hope you have money to pay for that" Spot said, once the waitress walked away.

"I don't but I know you do" I countered. His pockets were jingling with coins the whole way here.

He rolled his eyes "Do you even drink?"

"I ordered it for you and when she comes back your going to say thank you" I answered, dipping my head.

Raising his eyebrows Spot spoke "I'll say thank you, if you drink all of it"

"Deal"

April, 24, 8: 25

My ribcage hurt so much from laughing.

"You are such a lightweight" Two headed Spot said.

I laughed harder.

"Be quiet! People are looking" I pushed his hand away and stood.

"We have to dance! I love this song" I said, and looked around.

"Their not even playing right now" Spot reasoned and stood with me.

The small band started again "Yes they are" I hit his chest " I wanna dance and you can't stop me"

I tried to keep a serious face but instead I burst into an array of giggles.

Grabbing Spots arm I dragged him to dance floor.

"I'll tell the police were here if you don't dance with me" I threatened.

April, 25, Present Time

"No, No, No..."

"Calm down, it wasn't that bad" Spot reassured from the bathroom where he shaved.

"Are you kidding me?!" I was sprawled out on the bed, face down, burning in embarrassment "I danced...in front of people! People Spot"

"Oh no! The horror" He mocked.

I glared at him and screamed into the pillow.

"Relax, you lunatic. Were going back in three days no one there will see you again" He said, turning the faucet on to wash his face.

"I'm going to jump of a bridge" I said, twisting to face the ceiling. "Tell my Aunt that it wasn't her fault"

"Shut up. If you don't stop that I'm going over there and making sure you stay quiet"

"My life is over" I lamely threw my hands up "The sad story of Violet Jones-"

Spot interrupted my soliloquy.

"I told you to stop that" He said, his fingers poking any where they could find.

"That's immature Spot" I gasped through his pokes.

"Whatever. You deserve it" He said, turning his pokes at my ribcage into something worse: Tickles.

"No! Stop it" I shrieked, his attacks were becoming more calculated and precise. He threw his left knee over my torso to gain more access.

"I'm telling on you!" I shouted, swatting repeatedly at his hands.

"Who's the immature one now?" He asked, his smile was contagious.

"I hate you so much!" I said, squiggling from side to side, trying to avoid his hands.

"That's my line" He dug his fingers deeper into my ribcage.

"You evil-evil..."

"Evil what?"

I just groaned, he finally let me escape from the torment and plopped beside me.

His laughs made the bed shake.

"You're awful"

"You love me"

Worried about that ending but when am I not? Special shout out to sarahmichellegellarfan1 and Giggles789 who I think are my only readers.