Spot Conlon: To the Top [1]

Chapter 5: David Hanks

"Wese need to go somewhere dat no one can find us." Reptile said. 

"Ise got a place, but wese gotta be quiet gettin' dair. Dair's dis real annoyin' goil dear who ain't gor it in her mind ta leave me alone. She may no be dair now, but wese still gotta be careful jus' in case. Considerin' she ain't seen me all day, she may stay up all night to be lookin' foi me, like she did two months ago." Spot warned. 

"Dair's a goil? Where do ya live, in a fancy hotel?" Jack asked. 

"Na, someplace less expensive. Race knows de place. It's de salois inn, ova by de dock." 

Spot lead the way through the streets, making sure to stay in the shadows as the sun began to rise. They were soon at the inn, climbing into Spot's room by the window, Tiger riding on Jack's  back. Once they were all in the small room, Spot closed the window and drew the curtains over it. When he turned, Tunes was inspecting Tiger's hands worriedly. 

"Dey don't look good, Spot. Dey's very bloody, an' de bloods turnin' black." He muttered.

"Black? Are ya shore?" Spot asked, looking at the girls hands. They were red with dried blood, and the cuts looked deep. And the blood was indeed turning black.

"Ise shore. Were ya doin' somethin' afta dey whipped ya hands?" Tunes turned his attention to Tiger again. 

"Yea, dey had me sweep de room Ise was in. Den dey wanted me ta wiped all de windows in de lobby, but when dey saw my bloody hands, they changed dair minds." Tiger  remarked, her voice pained. 

"Ya can't 'elp us." Race commanded. He crossed his arms in a way that Spot knew meant business. "Youse hoit too bad. Wese can't risk ya gettin' woise. Youse stayin' here." Racetrack continued. 

"No, Ise not. Ise jus' need ta clean my hands and put ointment on them. Ise gonna be fine afta dat." Tiger insisted. Jack was about to protest, but Spot cut him off, knowing that it wouldn't do any good. 

"Who is dis?" Reptile asked. Spot turned to see him holding up a framed picture of two adults, a man and a woman, holding hands with a little boy in between them. Spot leaped forward, yanked the picture out if his hand, and shoved it in the top dresser drawer. 

"Dey nobody." He spoke quietly with a touch of anger hinting at his voice. 

"Dey ya parents, aren't dey?" Race asked. When Spot didn't answer, he remarke "Ise takin' yer silence as a yes." 

"Fine. Yes, dey are my parents. But Ise don't want people ta know dat. Ise don't know why, dair jus' things day Ise don't want people knowin' bout me, like dat Ise miss my parents and dat Ise hate bein' alone." Spot confessed before he could shut his mouth.

Youse  ain't supposed ta be tellin' dem dis, Spot! What do ya think yer doin'? 

The group stayed silent. Then Racetrack spoke up. 

"Ise miss my parents, too." 

"So do I." Tiger and Reptile said in unison

"Me, too." Jack said. 

"Yea, except yours are still alive. Dey lookin' fer a place ta live in Santa Fe, ya said." Race pointed out, ruining what had been about to turn into a free-for-all confession moment.

"Guys, ya seem ta be forgettin' somethin' important. Tiga's hands need ta be treated, wese got Snyda lookin' fer us by now, and wese got to figure out a way to prove dat dat boy was de culprit. Sorry, Tiga." Tunes said, giving each and every one of them, except Tiger, of course, a death glare. 

"Dat was three things, Tunes. But dat doesn't madda. Yer right. But wese can't pay fer no docta, and, even if we could, we might get caught again." Jack pointed out. "No that Ise escaped de refuge twice now, dey gonna be lookin' foi me foi sure."