Hello Again! Later on I make like a little money thing and I just wanted to give credit to the site in which I got the information. Oh and this isn't that long but it is another chapter!

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"You're an Idiot"

There was kinder and more eloquent words I could have used.

After a long conversation with Jack Kelly I came to know the origin of Spot's state. I knew Spot liked to come to the Irving hall and drink but what I didn't know was that he liked to get drunk and then go have a rumble and tumble, he got a knife jabbed right underneath his ribcage, it missed anything important but the Doctor worried that if the knife was rusty he might get Tetanus or some other infection. The Doctor wasn't the only worried one.

"Honestly, I am so disappointed in you. I can't believe you would do something like that! What would your mother say?"

"I'm hearing her right now" Spot muttered.

"I heard that" I snapped, and continued to pick up the mess around the room.

"Violet, I wasn't thinking All right? I was drunk and angry. Can you just please stop yelling at me?"

I bit my lip and stared at him, he had regained some light in his eyes and he could raise his voice now. Spot had been moved from the Irving hall to the Manhattan Lodging house, it was much closer then Brooklyn and as much as Scarlett would have liked it, he couldn't stay in a lodging space for girls. I didn't think Medda was aware of what happened, otherwise Spot would probably be in a Hospital. Jake came in before they took him away and snuck me out, he had also snuck me into the Manhattan Lodging House for boys. I thought it was too risky to come here just to see him. Spot should suffer the consequences of his actions, maybe that way he would learn not to do stupid things. This treck had interrupted my day, I had a lot of things to do, my life didn't revolve around just him, I had to go to work, pick the kids up, clean the house, wash clothes, and figure out a way to make the money last this week.

"How do you expect me not to be worried?! You got stabbed! You could die from all sorts of things right now! I have to come all the way over hear risking my neck and make sure you don't bleed out on the mattress! My Aunt wont stop asking questions, why isn't this done? where were you? why does your boss pay so little? when was the last time the sheets were washed? why did you go missing for three weeks? why is your cheek permanently scarred? Spot what you do doesn't just affect you anymore!"

Spot looked away from me and to his right, like a sullen child.

"I said I was sorry"

"Sorry doesn't fix everything Spot. Is there anything else you need?" I asked "I should really get back"

"I'm Fine"

I shouldn't want to cry over something like that but that didn't stop the burning sensation in my eyes. He obviously didn't care about me as much as I cared for him. I felt stupid and irritated, he was being so reckless. When I saw him laying there I felt like I had been stabbed myself. I rubbed my forehead in frustration before attacking my curls and puling at them in anger. I let them go when the old woman sitting next to me in the trolley scooted away.

When did things get so stress full?

First there was my parents but we got over that, Uncle Roger and Aunt Rita kept me alive to the best of their ability, I had a good roof over my head, I was happy until that night when Rose looked out the window. That's when it really started.

I had no idea how much weight Uncle Roger had on his shoulders until it was passed on to me. The fatigue of not knowing whether you would make it that week, or the frustration of having nothing left at the end of it. And then when it started all over again, the never ending cycle.

Rent was $7 each month, but then there was the water and light bill which took up around $30, food was $20 at an average and clothes well we didn't buy that.

I only made $20 a month Aunt Rita made about the same so we dug into savings to make that extra $17 every month. We couldn't even get Uncle Roger a proper funeral because of our poor excuses of wages.

So far we had made it to June. School would be out soon and Aunt Rita was planning on getting Fletcher and Rose some sort of job running errands together. Usually she would have stood vehemently against that idea but the circumstances were too difficult for that.

I continued to do math in my head until we reached my stop. My gritty and rundown stop, I got off with some factory workers. The street lights where just being turned on when I made it home. I dug in my pocket for my key, I unlocked it and turned the door.

Rose and Fletcher were running around the table screaming at each other. Aunt Rita wouldn't be home for a while.

"Fletcher stop it!" I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from his sister "What's going on?"

"She won't give me my toy back!" He pulled against me and reached out his hands to try and get his sister.

"Rose bring me the toy"

She set the toy down on the table and then ran off to her bed.

I let Fletcher go and he lunged for the toy. I rolled my eyes and headed for the stove.

"Are you guys hungry?" I asked, starting the thing up.

"No" They answered in unison. That was odd, they would always jump at the chance at more food.

"What did you guys eat?"

"A sandwich" They both answered again.

I didn't see any mess in the kitchen table and the loaf of bread was untouched.

"Where?" I questioned. I poured a small amount of oil into the pan.

"A res-"Rose started.

"The nun's were giving them out while you were gone" Fletcher interrupted his sister.

I grabbed the bologna and threw it in the pan. It started to sizzle.

"What was that Rose?"

"Nothing. I was going to say what Fletcher said"

I threw them a suspicious look over my shoulder but continued to make my sandwich.

"All right if you say so"

And there you have it a second update! Its short but so was the other one so think of it as part two to the other chapter, we can just say their the same chapter I posted separately.