Unlocking Him: A Spot Conlon Love Story

"Another day, another hundred papes sold." Race said pocketing the last penny he earned.

"Finally. I'se been waitin' all day for this day ta be ova."

"Why?"

"Well..."

"What is it? Tell ya good buddy 'ol pal 'ol friend." He said playfully poking her arm.

"Spot wants ta meet me somewhere. No big deal..."

"Can I'se be da flower goil at da weddin'?"

"Racetrack!!"

"What, I'se just teasin'. How come I'se da only one who knows anyway. When you'se announce you'se engaged everyone's gonna be confused."

"I'se not gettin' engaged he's just meetin' me somewhere! We do dis all the time!"

"I'se know but something is gonna happen soon. I'se can feel it."

"Awe, thanks Race. You'se the best."

***Spot's Room***

"Just ta make sure ya told her ta meet ya at da bridge at seven."

"Yes--lemme go!"

Bella held the knife closer to Spot's throat, nearly nicking it.

"Shuddup. Consider this revenge."

"For what??"

She held the knife even closer, slightly nicking his throat.

"Don't act like you'se don't know!!!"

"Oh yeah. Ya pregnant, sorry I'se forgot bout the horrible tragedy that was somehow my fault when you'se da one takin' advantage of me!!"

She threw him to the floor and got on top of him, knife in hand. She pointed the blade towards his heart, looking as if she was about to run him through.

"Don't talk ta me dat way!!"

"I'se will talk to you'se howeva I'se want."

"Oh no you'se won't."

"Stop tryin' ta control me! I'se ain't your puppet!"

"Oh, but you'se will be. If ya wanna keep her safe."

"Is dat why you'se wanna know when an where we was meetin' tonight? You'se kidnappin' her aren't you'se?"

"That's right an if ya want her outta Queens alive by the time me an you have our happily eva afta, then you'll do what I'se say, say what I'se want ya to or betta yet don't talk at all, an love me likes you'se love her. It's not much ta ask."

"What're gonna do? Keep her captive til I'se see things you're way?"

"No until we're married."

"What?? Ugh you'se gotta be kiddin' me--"

"Shuddup!!"

"You'se don't got half a brain if you'se think I'se eva gonna marry you'se--"

"Already she's gonna be unrecognizable
by da time they'se through wit her."

"What're you'se talkin' bout?"

"Everythin' ya say an do will effect her in some way. For example, if you'se a smart mouth ta me or anyone from Queens she'll be soaked or somethin' like dat. But if you're a good little Spotty, she'll be fed once in a while."

"I'se not a dog an you'se betta not touch her."

"An I'll make sure she gets what she needs ta get cuz I'm da one doin it. So I'se suggest ya shuddup before it gets worse."

Spot glared at her coldly with his icy blue eyes that could either melt or freeze someone. He had to keep Charlie safe, even though he knew she could take care of herself.

***Brooklyn Bridge***

Charlie felt unsure of herself all of a sudden. Something was screaming at her that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She felt a weird kind of nervousness she had never felt before. She finally figured out what it was when she suddenly found herself on the ground, her head throbbing from just being hit in the head with a club held by a newsboy she didn't recognize. Six newsies she didn't know surrounded her as she tried to fight them off. She didn't have a chance, but she fought her hardest. It took all six of them to hold her down as she was finally knocked unconscious after many hits from the club. The world went black as she felt herself being lifted off to who knows where.