On The Docks | A Spot Conlon Love Story

Runaway

Holy crap! Thank you so much for getting my story to 1k reads! This is the most amount of reads I've ever had on any story! Okay, back to the sexy man- I mean Spot.

Also some angst because I just re-listened to Rent and I'm emotional.

Hey, can you guys also check out my oneshots book if you have time? It's for Newsies, and I need requests.

Read to the bottom to read what I say because I'm desperate for requests.

"Ash, whadda have on ya neck?" Jackie asks, if I had ever heard Jackie angry at me, I would say that he's about to murder everyone in this room. I feel myself starting to sweat, knowing that there's no way to pretend like I don't have hickeys on me.

"Nothing," I say, letting my nervousness be known to everyone. Jackie takes angry strides towards me, which makes it harder to run away, which I want to do. He's taken a standing about half a foot away from me, and with his height compared to mine, I'm scared.

"Don't be stupid. I know that ya not stupid. Or are you?" Jackie asks with a condicending tone. I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off. "Are you?!"

"No-"

"Then why do ya have hickeys on your goddamn neck?" He asks. I look to the other boys, who are all giving me sympathetic faces. "Did Spot do this?" I try my best to not look at him, which only makes him more angry. "Did he do this?!"

I can only nod, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Jackie seems to mad to notice.

"Did he fuck you?" Jackie asks, anger growing by the second. I look at him, slightly flabbergasted. I can see the other boys giving him the same look of shock.

"Kelly, it's none a ya business what she does. It's her body-" Specs says, being matter of fact like that he is.

"Not until she's eighteen it ain't!" (Dad?) Jackie yells. He then grips my shoulders and shakes me slightly. "Can ya hear me? Or is you deaf?! Answa me question!"

I stay silent for a moment, the anger inside me turning into tears. I've never seen Jack this angry. This doesn't feel like the slightly overprotective brother I know.

"Fuck you, Francis," I say, spite in every meek word I use. Even though the words are spiteful, the delivery was broken, afraid.

I kick him in the gut, letting him grasp at his stomach in pain. I then turn around and run away. Where I'm running, I have no idea.

Going through the streets, I catch stares, which only makes my self confidence deflate quicker than ever. I decide to run into an alley to escape the stares. I sit down against a garbage bin and start sobbing.

I don't care who hears, just as long as they don't try to bother me.

"Excuse me, honey?" A polite voice asks from a couple meters away. I look up to her and see that it's Medda, who looks shocked to see me. "Dear me, Ash, are you alright?" All I can do is shake my head. "What happened?"

I can't bring myself to tell her, so I just turn my head, letting her see my neck, which makes her gasp.

"Did someone hurt you again?" She asks. I shake my head. "Then what happened. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

I look up at her, seeing her caring face looking down on me. I sigh, wiping away my tears and trying to think of what to say.

"My... My boyfriend gave me these... Jack saw... I've never seen him so angry... He yelled at me... He asked me very private and personal questions... That's not the Jack I know," I whimper out. She gets down on her knees and places a hand on my shoulder.