Spot Conlon: A New Adventure [2]

Chapter 5

*Spot's POV*

Ise feel somethin' on me back. Is dat goil! Ise grab 'er hands and throw 'er down. She punches me in da stomach. Ise mad. Ise grab 'er waist and throw her to da docks again. Ise about ta punch 'er face, but she rolls away. Me fist makes contact wit hard wood. Ise look up. Me bois are watchin' intently. Ise leap at 'er, but she step to da side, grabbs me suspendas, and throws me down. Ise up in a second. Ise swing me fist, but she catches it and punches me in da face. Ise really mad, now. Ise trip her, and raise me cane above me head. Then Ise notice dat she looks dizzy. She freezes, and begins ta breathe hard. Ise stay frozen like dat, wonderin' what's wrong. Then she curls into a ball and begins ta sob, 'er eyes closed. 

What? What is goin' on? Ise wonder.  Then she opens 'er eyes. And looks up at me. Ise slide me can inta me suspendas and she runs ta Jackie-boy, who hugs her.

"What was dat?" Ise ask. 

"She get memories." Jackie-boy says. "She was taken to a orphanage when she was six and ta several different ones until a few months ago, when she escaped. Da last orphanage, da goils refuge, was really harsh, and she stayed there for foi years. She was beat there, really bad. One time, she stole food from da pantry cause they hadn't fed 'er in a week but she was caught. She was thrown on da ground and da headmistress... raised a stick ova her head, like youse did wit use cane. She was hit ova and ova all ova her body. She was bleedin' but dat didn't stop da headmistres. Den she was chained to da wall and whipped until she was unconscious. Dat happened at least once a month." 

By now, Lizzy had stopped cryin'. She stepped back and looked at me. 

"Is dat true?" Ise asked. She lifts da sleeve of 'er shirt, showin' me several scars, from da whip, Ise bettin'. 

"Ise sorry. Ise-" 

"Don't!" She snaps, and walks away, Jackie-boy, Boots and David followin' 'er. Ise stand there and watch dem, but see one o' me bois stop da goil. She tries ta push past 'im, but he's too strong. Or she's still too weak. Ise don't know. 

"Nobody tells da King ta stop and walks away unpunished." He says. Ise see him pick 'er up and throw her into da wadda. Jack, Davey, and Boots all called 'er name and leaned ova da bridge, lookin' inta da wadda. 

Idiots! Spot thought. Why don't they go in afta 'er?!  Ise threw me cane and sling shot on me throng and ran to where da bois stood, jumpin' in afta 'er. Ise looked around da wadda foi 'er, finally spotting 'er sinkin', not movin'. Ise swim as fast as Ise can and grab 'er waist. Then Ise begin ta pull 'er up. Luckily, she ain't wearin' nutin' heavy. Ise poke me head outta da wadda. Jack takes Lizzy and Boots helps me climb outta da wadda. 

*Jazzer's POV*

Jack helps me rescuer pull me outta da wadda. He leans me against his knees and Ise start coughin', harda than Ise should be. Me side hoits, bad. 

Oh, no. Me breathin' problem's actin' up! Not now! They can't know! Ise think.

"What's wrong?" Jack asks. Ise don't wanna answer him, but Ise gotta. 

"Ise got a breathin' problem. Ise had it since Ise was eight. Ise don't know what it is." Ise panted. A few minutes ladda, Ise was fine, and got up. Me hair is soakin' wet and so is me clothes. Da sun ain't hot enough ta dry it by da time wese get back to da lodge. 

Ise look up from examinin' me clothes ta see Spot standin' there... soakin' wet. 

"Youse... youse saved me?" Ise ask astonished. He nods. Then he smirks. 

"Ise got a proposition foi youse. Meet me in dat warehouse tonight at seven. Bring anyone youse want. Wese gonna have a meetin'." He says. Then he walks away, sopping wet. He doesn't seem ta care. 

"Wow." Jack says. "He ain't neva personally asked nobody ta one o' his meetin's. He must think youse got what it takes ta win." 

"Ta win? It's a meetin'. Youse can't win a meetin." Ise say, confused. Davey looks da same way. Wese begin ta walk away, headin' home. 

"Foi Spot... a meetin' is a fight. Usually he sits off in his high towa, watchin' but somethimes he fights.  He might fight tonight, if he invited youse." 

A fight? Spot Conlon asked me to a fight? He's got a lotta nerve, askin' me. He ain't neva gonna ask me again.

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Okay, I know this chapter was a little shorter than usual, but I had writers block while writing this one. Please, don't forget to comment of vote if you like this book so far. Also tell me it you think I should talk like a newsie when I'm talking to you guys. If I do, than you have to, too! (Okay, I know that's a little weird, but.... I just like the newsies, okay? Just not the Broadway. Sorry if you do. Tell me which one you like best if you want.)