So Close Yet So Far- A Sprace Fan Fiction

GET OUT!

Race sprinted to Manhattan with Spot in his arms, hangin onto his neck. Both of the boys had tear stained faces with blood soaked clothing and looked like hell. Avoiding all of the stares, Race finally made it to the boarding house.
    He opened the door to find complete silence, "Hello!" Race yelled as he closed the door. He felt a wave of relief wash over him after hearing no response. He swiftly walked up the stairs to his room, "Welcome home." Race mumbled to him self as a looked around his old room. Race decided to lay Spot in his own bed, "Here. Just lay still." Race said as he placed Spot on his bottom bunk. Spot wouldn't move his hands from around Race's neck, "Spot." Race giggled, "You've gotta let go." Spot just moaned in response, "No." He said trying to pull him closer, "Spot!" Race yelled startled as Spot pulled him on top of him. Race put his hands beside Spot's head and pulled himself off of him, "What?" Spot asked playfully, his hands still around Race's neck, "I love ya." Race said giving Spot an Eskimo kiss and rolling out of bed, causing Spot to stop his arms. He whimpered at the loss. Spot tried to sit up but he ended up screaming in pain, "Lay still." Race said laying him back down, "Ya got soaked pretty bad." He said turning to leave, "Where ya goin?" Spot asked, his voice cracking with curiosity and fear, "I'm gonna get the first aid kit. I'll be back." He said walking out of the room.
    Elizabeth tried to open the door, "SIR LET ME OUT IVE LEARNED MY LEESON PLEASE." She begged, banging on the door, "HURT ME NOT HIM!"
    "STOP MAKING A SCENE OR YOU'LL GET THE CUFFS!" Her father yelled back. She gulped back a scream and walked down to the corner of the stone room, and cried, hugging her knees to her chest begging and pleading that Race was okay and that he escaped their father's wrath. Maybe one day she could escape and explain everything to her brother, but until then, she had to survive til tomorrow.
     Race grabbed the kit and walked back upstairs to his room. He quietly knocked and opened the door, "Spot?" He asked before looking over at his bed. He wasn't there, "Spot!" He yelled hoping that he was in the bathroom. He walked over to the bed and found a note, "You know where to go." Was all it read. He crumpled up the paper and shoved it in his pocket. He ran out of the room to that place, was he too late?