I tell the stars about you

Chapter Seven

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD

Race slowly opened his eyes. It was early, really early. The sun hadn't even risen yet. He sighed and sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was still exhausted but he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Lately, he couldn't fall asleep, he kept getting this weird feeling in his chest. He felt like something was wrong but he didn't know what. It didn't help that Spot was acting distant lately and picking fights all the time. Race missed their old relationship. The relationship they had before they said I love you before they swam together in the river before he had almost kissed Albert. Race still thinks about it regularly. He sometimes wishes Albert had kissed him but he doesn't admit it to himself. More often than not he wondered if Albert liked him. Every time he does his mind goes blank and his heart speeds up. Race groaned quietly dragging his hands over his face. Who knew having a boyfriend could cause so many problems? Race reached over and got the small pocket watch he had on his dresser out. 4:13 it read. He got up and got dressed, he would just get his papers in Brooklyn today if Spot would let him which he had no doubt he would. Race grabbed his cigar and left the Newsboys lodging house.

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The sun was barely poking through the horizon when Race arrived in Brooklyn. The whole way there he could only think about how tired he was. Maybe he could crawl into bed with Spot and sleep a little more before the day started. He walked to the Brooklyn lodging house and climbed up the fire escape to Spot's room. Spot had his own room.

"It's the perks of being king babe, and lucky for you, you get to enjoy with me." Race giggled at the memory. Spot always made him smile. He slowly climbed up the ladder careful to not wake up the other boys. He reached the window and looked inside expecting to see Spot sleeping. Race went pale. He felt sick. It took him everything in his power not to throw up at that exact moment. Spot was pushing some other newsies up against a wall, kissing him. Race's eyes welled up with angry tears. What the hell was going on? Why was Spot doing this to him? Race threw open the window and walked over to Spot who had turned in surprise at the sudden noise.

"Are you kidding me? After almost 4 months you cheat on me. What the hell, was I not good enough for you." Race yelled at Spot pushing him up against a wall. Hard. Spot hit his head and groaned at the pain, all while trying to process everything.

"You seriously thought I loved you, hell no. You're worthless. I got bored for a while and you came along, clearly, you were into me and I thought it would be fun to play with your feelings for a while, and guess what," Race had tears streaming down his face at the hurtful words. They felt like poison sucking the life out of him. Spot grabbed his shoulder, hard. It would most definitely bruise later. Spot leaned in really close to whisper in Race's ear.

"It was." And Race punched him, Race punched Spot square in the nose. Blood spilled out and onto the floor. He was so angry. At Spot, at the other newsie who was rushing over to Spot trying to help him. He was angry at himself.
"Go to hell, you pathetic piece of shit." Race mumbled. He walked back over to the fire escape and climbed down. Race could still hear Spot and that other kid talking, trying to help Spot. Race still felt the hot tears running down his face and neck and onto the ground. Four months all down the drain. Race finally felt like he found someone who loved him and who actually wanted what he wanted. The sunrise wasn't as pretty as it usually was, almost like it was taking pity on Race. That only made him angrier. He wanted to kill Spot. He actually wanted to murder him but deep down he knew he was too sad about it. Race still loved him after all he couldn't deny that. There was no use of him staying in Brooklyn anymore. Race walked to the bridge with a heavy, broken heart. He looked out to the water. He was in the same spot he was a while ago with Albert. It was their first day together. Right after he had realized he liked Spot. He did the only thing he could think to do and he yelled. He yelled over the bridge screaming all his feelings out to no one. He backed away, wiped the tears off his face, and walked to Manhattan, knowing that all the love he gave was for nothing.