Out of Town: A Spot Conlon Story

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"What are you doing here" Spot says out of relief and happiness. I ignore his question however and grab his arm leading him upstairs to the main bathroom. I look under the sink for any sort of medical supplies, I found some soap and begin to lather it up with some water cleaning his wounds. I read somewhere that pressure helps too. The only cut I pay attention too at first is the one on his face. Just dabbing it with a soapy washcloth, applying pressure occasionally. Once that cut stops breathing I don't know where else to go.
"Where else are you cut" I ask. He lifts his shirt revealing about half a dozen small cuts. I sigh repeating the process for each one. Once he stops bleeding it is now time to ask questions. "What happened to you," I ask.
He sighs for a second before looking up at me with a big smile, "Kelly, said you'se snuck out and thought I was hiding you. I'se called him crazy sayin' you weren't in Brooklyn. One thing led to another and we ended up soakin' each other"
He is hurt because of me. "I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to get hurt."
His smile fades and then he cups my face, "if dis is the what it take ta be with you. I'll get soaked a hundred times ova" then he looks down for a second and returns to look at me with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, "beside you'se should see the other guy." We both burst into a laugh for seemingly no reason. But it doesn't matter because we are together and that is what matters. At some point I am pulled into a hug just be in his bare chest makes me feel so warm.

Safe

Like no harm will happen to me when I am in his arms. Like nothing bad will happen to us. This boy make me feel so safe, no he makes me feel protected, happy. No one can take that away from us. I look up at him and I give him a kiss filled with so much passion. Neither of us want to stop because when when it's over we have to come back down to reality.
"Doctor orders bed rest and cuddles" I say to him standing up.
This makes him put on his signature smirk, "can't argue with doctors order."
We both make our way to his room when I remember I am in a hoop dress, and I am not going to fit in his bed. Walking over to his dresser I find an older large button up and take off my hoop before making my way into the small half bath. Eventually undoing my corset I am able to put on Spot's shirt. It doesn't cover that much, but I am going to be sleeping in it so it doesn't matter. I fold my dress up and leave the cramped bathroom. Now, I place my dress and corset near my hoop skirt and hot into the bed. Spot pulls me down on top of him whispering in my ear, "youse look nice in my clothes" in the voice that makes me go crazy. I rest my small hand in his chest drawing shapes on him, as he keeps whispering sweet nothings in my ear. "Why did you'se go to Brooklyn so quickly?" Spot asks out of nowhere. Way to ruin the mood. I roll off of him and sigh, it seems like everyone is sighing all the time.
"Jack Kelly told me that the king of sass lived here, so I just had to meet him. And now that I met him he is trying to rip me away from you," I give a little bit of a chuckle to lighten the mood.
Spot is frowning looking down at me, "it is going to be hard to see each other. You'se have ta go back to Manhattan tomorrow and the restraints are only going to be tightened."
I wish he wasn't right. The first time I disobeyed Medda it was a miscommunication, now I went behind her back to be here. It could always be worse, like I could be dead. And I get to be with Spot. Even though I do feel astronomically bad for disobeying Aunt Medda part of me doesn't want to go back. I feel more at home in Brooklyn then I do anywhere else. "Maybe I don't have to go back" I say. Edith would let me stay here and the little boys would love for me to help them around. "At least stay here until Aunt Medda calms down" I finish.
He is obviously thinking, I can smell the smoke. We might need to sneak into Manhattan to grab just a few things like, another change of clothes and my journal. Even then I could go without those things for a few days. Edith might be able to get me some spare clothing, or at least let me use her sewing machine. She has a sewing machine in the back to patch up the boys clothing, so I could always make a dress out of some cheap fabric laying around. My planning is inturpted by Spot saying, "It would be nice to have you'se around". Is he on board, are we doing this? I am not even sure if I wanted to go though with it, but now I have too. "But we are goin ta tell Race, so we have people on da other side".

We are doing this. I've never disobeyed authority like this. Something about this city is changing me, but I'm happy to change as long as Spot is beside me.