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On with the story….

Chapter 16

"Good evenin', Spot," I said as I greeted him at the door the next night. Tonight was the night of the big party at Medda's and on this very night I'm going to have to break it to everyone about who I am. I still had no idea why there was a party in the first place, but that wasn't what was bothering me at the moment. It was the fact that I had to do something that I really didn't want to do. Well, I guess I really didn't HAVE to do it, but I wasn't willing to let myself see what happens if I don't.

"Evenin'," Spot replied with a kiss on my left cheek. I blushed slightly, shocked by this new gesture of approval. We both walked into the Vaudeville theatre that Medda, a red-headed singer, owned. It was really kind of her to open the place just for us newsies.

"Heya, guys! Spot, Misfit. An' how are ya guys tahnight?" Mush asked all too merrily while greeting us both with spit shakes. We mimicked his action. "C'mon, we'se got a table up front." He ushered us down towards our table, which seemed to be in such a perfect position with the stage, you could see everything from there. The people occupying the wooden furniture were Blink with Candle on his lap, Striker, Race and Jack. Spot and I barely squeezed and Mush went back to where he was originally sitting, right next to Striker.

"Nice pahty, Jack. I'se gonna have tah thank Medda latah foah leavin' dah place tah us," Spot remarked in a thick New York accent. Everyone agreed with the Brooklyn leader.

"Yeah," Jack responded rather bluntly.

"Yeah! It was awful nice o' her!" added Mush more cheerful than before, if that was possible. The whole table smiled, except for Manhattan's leader who looked down into his lap gloomily and started fiddling with his fingers.

"Hey, uhh, Jack? You awight? Ya don't look so good," I paused. "Where's Bailey?" He jerked his head up and started glaring daggers at me. I must have hit a soft spot. His gaze softened as I began to look a little worried. "I-"

But I was cut off by Jack responding, "We'se broke it off." With those few words he couldn't look at any of us, he just grew very interested with the floor. Everyone at the table held an expression of shock. It was Jack and Bailey we were talking about! Their one-year anniversary was coming up soon and they were all excited about it. Besides, these aren't people that just 'break it off', as Jack had so abruptly put it; they were inseparable! I didn't know Bailey that well, but I knew that she was perfect for Jack and frankly, that's all I needed to know.

"Jack, I'se so-"

And yet again he has the nerve to cut me off, but I don't blame him. "Don't bothah." He stood from the table with such a force that he knocked down his chair. Instantly, I felt bad about bringing the subject up. Jack must have taken this harder then ever.

Everyone at the table was still silent after Jack's departure, up until Medda came on stage. "Why hello, newsies! And how is everyone tonight?" Everyone in the audience cheered, especially us at the table. The red-head seemed to have perfect timing and brightened the mood. After the cheering had died down, she started off with a soft ballad.

Okay, this is it. I had to tell him. "Spot," I spoke barely above a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear me.

"Yeah," He was still staring at Medda as he spoke and I knew he wasn't paying full attention. So, to get his attention I kissed him, long and passionate. He couldn't help but smirk after what he had just experienced. The Brooklyn leader leaned in for more, but teasingly I pulled my head away.

"Now dat I'se got yer attention, dere is something' I'se need tah tell ya," I said with all seriousness. Spot nodded his head to assure me he was all ears. "But first, I'se think dat we should go somewhere a little less crowded."

Spot just made a motion with his head implying that he agreed with a look of curiosity and confusion. We stood up hand in hand just when Medda finished her song and started a more upbeat one. This grabbed the attention of Spot, loosing any interest he had of what I had to say. Well this is just perfect, thanks a lot Medda!

Every one of the newsies started to get up and sing with all of their might to the faster tune. I just rolled my eyes at everyone's giddiness. This was not supposed to happen! I was supposed to tell Spot about who I really am and wait for his reaction, whether it be good or bad.

Suddenly, I felt parched and got up to get a drink. As hurriedly as I could, I walked to the bar, dodging any newsie in my path.

"What wouldja like?" pressed the bartender. The short man didn't look too pleased to be here, having to wait until he was able to go home, which wasn't for a few more hours, poor guy. I quickly glanced back at the table where I had just left Spot. He didn't seem to notice. "Hey! I ain't got all night. Order whatcha want or get lost"

"Rum and Coke." I said quickly before he served the next guy. I turned around so that I could see the stage, but as I did a muscular hand clamped tightly over my mouth as to stop me from screaming. My capturer quickly escorted me out of the Vaudeville theatre and onto the cobblestone road. He then led me over to a side alley where three other figures stood.

"Glad you'se can make it," Oscar snickered in the moonlight. I turned around to leave, but was blocked by the person who had taken me captive. Looking up, I quietly gasped. It was Zaine. He glanced down at me with soft eyes yet a hard expression adorning his face. Honestly, I still don't understand how this guy is friends with my brothers.

"Ya know, it's rude tah leave when someone is talkin' tah ya." Stated Tyler, while stepping closer to me. This action was so that I could see his smirking face. Tyler really wasn't at all that bad looking, he was just harsh and cruel, and had always got what he wanted. Always.

I stepped forward as if I were challenging him in a fight. "Yer one tah talk!" He took this encounter even farther and inched closer so that we were merely three inches apart.

"Oh, really? Would ya like tah run dat by me again, hun?" The smell of his hot breath was bad enough to make any dog gag. He had definitely been drinking and I wouldn't doubt that the others hadn't joined him.

Oscar cleared his throat to remind us of his presence. Tyler and I both turned our heads to face the one who had interrupted our little feud. "Good, now dat I'se got yer attention, Kiara come 'ere." I wouldn't allow my feet to budge. I wasn't willing to let myself find out what he was going to do. So, instead he moved towards me and tightly grabbed hold of my upper arm. "Stop bein' so fuckin' stubborn an' listen tah me when I'se talkin' tah ya!"

Meanwhile….Back inside Medda's

A few more songs had gone by and the whole atmosphere was filled with excitement and alcohol. A few poker games were being played, couples keeping themselves busy, and talk of today's headlines went through out the vaudeville theatre. Everyone was having a great time, except for a certain Brooklyn leader. He couldn't find Misfit anywhere!

"Where could she 'ave gone?" He said in frustration. Spot hadn't noticed she had left until about five minutes after she left to go and get a drink.

"Who ya lookin' foah?" Race piped in out of nowhere.

"Misfit. I'se can't find 'er anywhere!" Desperation in his voice, one thing that he rarely showed.

"Wasn't she wit' ya dah whole time?" Race began to look worried. He had thought that she was sitting next to Spot the whole time.

"Dat's what I'se thought, but she-" Spot remembered why she had kissed him. Misfit had wanted to tell him something, something of importance. And all he did was ignore her. Spot grunted in realization. If I would have just listened to her she wouldn't have left, but where would she have gone? The bathroom? No, she would have been back by now. Maybe she went to get a drink.

As quickly as possible he hurried over towards the bar. Race just watched him leave, and then went around to all the newsies and asked if they had seen her.

"Have ya seen a goil? About 5'3, brown hair, and brown eyes?" The Brooklynite questioned the bartender. He knew that the description wouldn't be good enough. What was that drink she mentioned was her favorite?..."She ordered a Rum an' Coke?"

"Yeah, I'se seen her. She left wit' some guy about fifteen minutes ago an' didn't even bothah tah pay foah 'er drink she forgot tah grab. Damn kids." The man muttered angrily under his breath.

"Didja see which way dey went?" The bartender pointed towards the front doors. "Thanks." Spot couldn't believe his ears when he heard that she went off with some random guy. This pissed him off beyond belief and he stormed towards the doors. As he reached the doors, Race came up to him again saying that some people from Brooklyn saw that they saw her go outside with another guy.

Spot nodded a thanks and dragged Race a long with him out the doors. As they walked down the sidewalk, they heard voices coming from a nearby ally. The two boys hurried toward the voices and looked at the scene in front of them. There were three muscular guys that seemed to be circling another guy who was hold a girl tightly by the arm.

"HEY! What's goin' on ere'!" Spot commanded, making his presence known to the group of people. Race just stood silently next to Spot. All five of the teens turned to look at who had the guts to interrupt Oscar Delancey at work. All of guys showed a shocked expression, but it quickly changed to masked faces.

"Spot!" I yelled from where I was standing, but was quickly silenced when Oscar covered a hand over my mouth. The Brooklyn leader glanced over towards the familiar voice. It was Misfit! He found her! And after Race had found out that it was Misfit who was their hostage, realization dawned on him that he and Spot probably wouldn't be able to take on these guys alone. So, he ran as fast as he could, but without being noticed, back inside the Vaudeville theatre to get Jack and some of the Manhattan newsies.

Spot, noticing that Race left him alone decided to take things into his own hands and a menacing as possible he demanded, "Let 'er go."

"Haha. No can do, Conlon." Oscar replied, still with a smirk upon his lips. Spot tightly gripped his cane just as Race ran back out of breath with all of the people that had occupied the table I was sitting at earlier. Oscar's smirk instantly was wiped off of his face.

"Let 'er go, Oscar." Jack said with ease.

"Or what?" He challenged back.

"Or I'se will just have tah do dis." And the Manhattan leader ran towards Oscar, but unfortunately for him he was blocked and punched in the gut by Tyler. This caused the other newsies to charge at the other guys with full-fledged rage. This was probably the most unfair fight that the Delancey brother's and their boys had ever fought. It was basically two on one. Jack continued fighting with Tyler, while Striker jumped in and helped. Mush and Blink quickly stepped in and attacked Zaine. Race and Candle went straight towards Morris. And Spot didn't have to think twice about fighting with Oscar.

When the Brooklyn Leader came towards Oscar and I, my brother tightened his grip on my arm causing me to whimper in pain. I struggled to get free, but I didn't have to for long because Spot whipped out his trademark gold tipped cane and smacked it against Oscar's stomach. He doubled over in pain and I took this opportunity to get away.

Spot ran to my side, "Are ya awright?" I nodded a yes to reassure him that I was fine. A slight smile crept on his lips but it was suddenly wiped away when he was knocked to the ground by Oscar. Right as Oscar had pinned him to the ground he started to send punches to Spot's face. In return, Spot was able to block most of them and get a few punches in himself. I couldn't bare to watch. This was all my fault, if I wouldn't left Spot at the table, we wouldn't be in this situation. I just had to do something.

Thinking of nothing else to do, I ran to Spot's aid and tried to pull Oscar off, but he was too strong and too heavy. Looking around, I spotted an empty wooden crate and as fast as I could run, I went and picked it up. As quickly as I picked it up, I crashed it down on Oscar's head. This caused him to have a less of a grip on Spot and hold the place of his injury.

Oscar turned to look to see who had inflicted the wound and caught me holding the crate. As Oscar looked away, Spot used this to his advantage. He had pushed the Delancey brother off of him and pinned him to the ground. Repeatedly, he started to punch Oscar in the face, nose, stomach, whatever he could get his hands on(Wow, that sounds wrong. / Oh, well…).

Most of the other newsies, who were fighting the others three guys, had them to the point to almost losing consciousness. They refrained from fighting and watched the scene before them. Spot still had Oscar straddled. After I had dropped the crate, I stood there and watched.

Even though Spot seemed to almost have knocked the life out of him, Oscar still struggled to get free. And about 17 punches later, he managed to push Spot off and start beating on him. The group of newsies and I watched in shock at seeing the Brooklyn leader caught off guard. After Oscar had made sure that Spot wasn't moving anymore, he got up and came over to me. He seized me by the upper arm with a tight grip.

No one moved from where they were standing. Actually, everyone held their breath until Jack broke the silence. "Let go o' her."

"An' why should I'se do somethin' like dat?" Oscar retorted.

"..Because I'se her leader and what I'se say goes." Jack ordered back, not willing to give in.

Oscar just mocked the Manhattan leader. "Well, I'se her brothah and what I'se say goes."

I heard gasps coming from every single one of the newsies' mouth. Oscar just stood there smirking. Spot groaned and tried to sit up, "It's...it's not true."

"Oh, really, Spotty?" By now Spot had managed to get himself up, even if he did have to lean on his cane that had not a minute before laid beside him. "Why don'cha ask her yerself?" This was not happening! This had to be some sort of dream and I'd wake up and everything would be fine. But it wasn't a dream. All eyes turned on me. There were confused stares searching for answers, hoping that what Oscar had said was not true.

I tried to speak, but the words just wouldn't come. All I could do was lower my head in defeat.

"..So, so it's true? Yer da Delancey's sistah?" I didn't have to look up to know who spoke those words. It was Spot Conlon. How was I supposed to answer that? He sounded so pained, but he quickly covered it up. "YA' LIED TAH US! …Tah me? We trusted ya."

My head snapped up. "Well, what would ya have done?"

He didn't respond, but his eyes were blazing with rage and fury.

Mush spoke up, "Everythin' ya said tah us, was a lie?"

"No, not everythin'."

"How can we'se make sure ya aint lyin' right now?" Blink added. Everyone chimed in a 'yeah!'. I just kept my mouth shut, feeling tears well up in my eyes. There was nothing I could say.

"Ya just have tah believe me." I murmured, barely above a whisper. The only person that heard it was Oscar.

"Heh. How ah dey gonna believe ya, if yer always tellin' lies?"

"Foh once, I'se agree wit' da Delancey. How can we believe ya if yer always tellin' lies? How do we knows dat yer not lyin' right now?" Spot questioned as he moved closer. My heart sunk as Spot said these things. I felt like I was on a wooden plank on a pirate ship and the only way to get off was to jump. I couldn't bring myself to say anything even though I knew my pleading eyes were gleaming for trust.

My silence didn't help the situation. One by one all of the newsies left with disgust and disappointment. The last one to go was Spot. He seemed to be a little hesitant as if he couldn't believe that these past few minutes just occurred. But it did, and with that he left the alleyway. After Spot turned the corner, I could feel tears trickling down my cheeks.

"Guess ya know who ya true frien's ah." Oscar remarked, breaking the silence. And with that said, I ripped my arms out of his grip and ran as fast as I could.