Brooklyn Bridge

Chapter 5: Race P.O.V. How do I earn it?

                                                                      { Warnings: Self Harm}

Race finally told somebody about his secret crush. Albert Dasilvia. Turns out though he's gay too. Race was so scared to tell Albert, it felt like a relief and shocking moment for Race when Albert brought Finch in the room and kissed him. It wasn't something Race had expected, what he had expected when Finch came in the room was that they where going to soak him and then throw him out on the streets to die. They really are the best of friends.

Albert and Finch talked a little with Race on things that you should or shouldn't do and how to keep your secret safe. All of a sudden Race remember something. His hat. He was supposed to meet Spot at the Brooklyn Bridge again. Race sprung up from his seat. Finch quickly grabbed Race's arm and ask "What are youse doin race?" "Ise forgot that Ise possed to meet Spot at the Brooklyn Bridge again to get me hat." Albert sighed. "Racer, I know you like him maybe even love him, but you can't put yourself in any kinda danger." "Albie, I'll be fine, I won't tell him anythin, I'll get me hat and head straight back here, sound a'right?" Finch and Albert exchanged looks and Finch finally said "Fine Race, but come straight back once you get the hat." Race sprung back up and made his way out of the lodging house on his way to the Brooklyn Bridge.

Race saw Spot sitting on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge, dangling his feet off. It was just sun-setting and Race and Spot could see each other. Race looked into those beautiful ocean sky blue eyes that he could get lost in forever. Race looked at all Spot's features. How he didn't bother to have his cap on, how his dirty blonde hair fell in front of his face but still managed to look perfect, how his red suspenders made his outfit different unique even, how he had his pimp cane in his loop hole of his pants, how his shirt was buttoned open enough to see his chest, how his key was dangling from his neck, and how perfect he was in general. Spot didn't seem to notice that Race was there yet. But one thing that caught Race's eye's was blood. There was blood dripping down Spot's side of his arm, Race couldn't see the full arm to see what had happened. The blood didn't looked like it stopped, it just kept flowing down. It was bright red and looked fresh. Race needed to know what had happened, maybe he can help. Suddenly Spot shifted his arm to were Race could see it, there was a cut that blood just kept streaming down out of. Race then saw Spot's other hand, It had a knife, a knife with fresh bright blood on it, just like the blood flowing out of Spot's arm. Race saw Spot make a little cut then put the knife away. 

Race was taken back, what was that? Why was Spot cutting himself? Did Spot want to do it? Race couldn't quite figure it out. But he decided to walk out and see Spot. "Hey Spottie Boy." Spot rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that Racer." Race had a half smirk half smile on his face.

Then Race did the stupidest thing ever. He got up and walked over to the docks. Of course Spot followed. That's when Race did it, the stupidest thing anyone could ever do. He pushed Spot Conlon in the water. The freezing cold water, in the practical dark. Spot swam up to shore, marched up to Race picked him up, threw him over his back and tossed him into the water. Race swam to the docks and said "fair enough Ise deserved dat." spot just laughed and shook his head. "Well Spotty, can Ise have me hat back now?" Race really wanted his cap. "Number one, I told you to never call me Spotty, Number two, you'll get you'se hat back when you'se earned it.

Well then how do I earn it?.......