The Runaway (Spot Conlon x OC)

Chapter 16

Spot POV
"Ise thought you would remember me Brown" the hairs on the bottom of my neck stood up.

I knew Kris had a pervious alias of Kris Green, but was now called as Taylor. For someone to call her "Brown" must know her form when she was in Queens.

Who the hell was this guy and what business does he have with Kris?

He got dangerously close to her and whispered in her ear. She looked so scared and u comfortable. None of us had seen her so vulnerable in so long.

Why was she acting like this? Which brings me back to my question. Who the fuck is this guy?

I observed their encounter, "Eli." she said.
Suddenly her demeanor changes. She looks so bland and monotoned. She stood up and walked away.

It didn't look right. This wasn't her. Something was hurting her and this Eli kid got something to do with it.

Race POV
Listen man. I'm only here at the council because I want to see Meda, Kris, and so that Jack won't soak me later.

I was chilling in the back of the room practically half asleep when the sound of someone stumbling about awoke me.

After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the sight before me was quiet peculiar; Kris, gripping onto a chair for dear life, and some boy all up on her.

I was too shocked and confused to why Kris was reacting like this until she left. She never took shit from anyone, so who was he to her?

After Kris had left, I stood up and walked over to this boy. "Who are youse to Kris" I asked.

Eli just rolled his eyes, "Ma name is Eli".

Narrator POV
Racetrack was getting irritable with Eli's smart mouth. He grabbed the collar of Eli's shirt and made him look him in the eye, "that ain't what I asked. Let's try once more shall we" he growled.

"Who are youse and what are ya ta me sista" he asked.

Racetrack and Kris have been the closest when she was still in 'Hattan. Race considered her his sister and vice versa. If there was anything he loved more than the sheepshead races, it was Kris. Race would always be there for her.

Eli pushed away from Race's grasp and dusted himself off. He looked back up and met Race's gaze and smiled devilishly, "a friend, long before y'all. I know the real Kris Brown, y'all just have no idea. What a pitiful thing".

Spot then stomped his way over to Eli. He looked him in the eye and whispered to him, "if youse ever come near ma friends or Kris again, ise will soak ya till youse can't walk".

Spot looked back at everyone else in the council, "meeting dismissed".

Spot then ran out of the theater searching the streets for Kris. He knew something was very wrong, and he didn't know what she would do. He has never seen this side of her.

Meanwhile..

Kris still stood at the top of the Brooklyn Bridge, contemplating what to do with herself. She, still clutching the knife, sat down.

She quieted her mind filled with questions, leaving her alone in her consciousness with the voices:

You're so pathetic Kris.
No one would want someone like you.
Can't even stand up for yourself, what a burden.
Tsk tsk tsk
You're not worthy of someone's love.

Tears were now flowing down her cheeks. A pain filled her chest like no other. Kris didn't care about money of success anymore. All she wanted to do was love someone who loved her.

She clutched her shirt tightly leaning back onto the beam behind her. Life always seemed to tease her. Gives her a second of relief after a shitstorm, but then throws more problems back at her.

She stared up at the sky, seeing a beautiful sight. The pain within her chest and spread over every inch of her body.

She grabbed a napkin from her chest like box and wrote a note

Dear whomever shall find this,

If you found this by accident and don't know who I am then this doesn't matter to you, but if you are one of my friends who went searching then come no further. I'm fine. I'm probably somewhere nice, they say heaven is a beautiful place.

To my friends:
I loved you all dearly, remember me by.

To my Queens Girls
He found me. Life started catching back up and pushed me over the edge. I love you all, please forgive me. Our memories will last me a life time, never forget.

To Racetrack
I'm so sorry I've burdened you so much. I've hurt you leaving and I broke my promise of leaving once more. But it's not the end. You'll see me again one day. Thank you for being the family I've never had. For making me feel like a belong. For being me brotha. I love you so, please forgive me, and never forget me.

To Spot
Remember that day I left? I was trying to tell you something before. I just wanted to say that I loved you. Actually, no, I STILL love you. I love you to the point it's scary. The minute I met you I let my guard down. I got hurt soon after, but I can't help but come back to you. No matter who I was with when, it's you. It's always been you and will always be you forever more. I knew you were going to hurt me, be the death of me. Don't get the wrong idea though, this outcome wasn't because of you. It's me that's the problem. I'm not even sure if you love me back. I know I've been a burden so allow me to relieve you of it. I've signed over the Bronx to my old friend. I've also already signed the peace treaty. Watch over Race for me will you?

I love you.

Kris POV

I look back at my letter and set it back into my box. I stood up looking down on the water again. Writing that letter took away my pain, except now I'm feeling adrenaline. A smile finally spread across my face as a gust of wind blew my hair back.

I look out at the stars and slowly lean forward trying to grasp them. I loose my footing and start falling. I look up at the stars and smile once more. Freedom at last. Free falling.

Everything blacked out as I was engulfed in a wet coldness.