Undisclosed Desires by Bridget Kathleen (13 inch ebook reader .txt) 📕

lap. She snapped. She screamed and she clutched on to my teddy bear...he smacked her. HELP ME! MAMA! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! MAMA! PAPA! TOMMY! PLEASE, DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR!


"Smalls?...Smalls!" Sophia snapped her eyes open and saw Spot looking above her with a worried look in his eyes. "Youse ok, Smalls? Youse were havin' some crazy dream." A few tears ran down the side of Sophia's face and she quickly wiped them away. "Yeah...I'm ok." she answered him. She sat up in bed and then realized that she had spent the night in the same bed as Spot.

"Sure don' look like youse ok." he sat up as well.

Sophia sighed and stood up from the bed. "Well I am." she started putting on her shoes and socks.

Spot repositioned himself on the bed, a serious look lingered in his eyes. "Ise don' believe ya."

"Believe what you want, Spot." she now laced up her boots.

"Listen, Smalls...if youse eveh need ta talk-" before he could finished, Sophia cut him off.

"Talk to you?" she said in disbelief. "I'd rather talk to the wall. At least it doesn't say any smart remarks back at me." she finished lacing up her boots and stood up. "I have work to do."

Before she could walk away, Spot got off the bed and grabbed on to her wrist. She looked back him with an irritated look in her eyes. Spot couldn't say anything. This girl was getting to him. Usually he always had something to say, but this girl was stopping him dead in his tracks. And she wasn't even trying! That was the sad part.

Spot watched Sophia walk out the door, unable to say a single word to her. It kind of pissed him off. He knew something was wrong and knowing Spot Conlon, he was going to figure out what that something was.

When Sophia got down stairs the boys were already gone and selling their papes. She got right down to business and started cleaning things up. There wasn't much to clean up though. After a while working hard this place was starting to look really nice, but to keep herself preoccupied she would occasionally scrub the floors, wipe the counters and dust, just to keep up cleanness and to keep her from being incredibly bored out of her mind.

"So, Smalls. What do youse plan on cookin' for supper?" Sophia turned around and saw Spot standing at the intrance of the kitchen door. Sophi scoffed. "It' a simple question, Doll face." spot walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Sophia spun around, her hair wipping Spot in the face as sh did so. "I'm cleaning, Spot. Leave me alone. Don't you have papes to sell?"

"Well well. Here you are, bein' all feisty and yet this mornin' youse was all scared. Talk about mood swings." Spot said that last part under his breath, but it was loud enough for Sophia to hear.

"Don't try to criticize me, Spot Conlon. I have plenty of dirt on you!

"Spot got an offensive look on his face. "Are you treating me, goily?" Spot got closer to her, pushing her up against the kitchen counter a little.

Sophia suddenly felt overwhelmed and looked down to her feet. "Please, Spot. Don't do this."

Spot took a step back and then brushed his fingers through her hair once and then cupped the side of her face and lifted it up to meet his. "I wouldn't hurt you Smalls. Your too sweet and innocent for me. I kinda like that. Keep up the good work kid!" Spot then left the room.

What was that all about, wondered Sophia.
Chapter Eight: Confrintation.

Sophia stood in the kitchen, a place she always seemed to be, cooking up some stew. Suddenly two hands took a hold of her waist. Her heart jumped, ready to turn around and slap someone with her spoon, but it was Spot and she eased up a bit. He had been doing this a lot lately. What was with him. She knew he was a womanizer, that much was true, but ever since the night at Medda's Spot hadn't brought back any girls and she didn't even hear Spot's Newsies talking about his crazy late nights with girls. Spot brought Sophia closer to him and put his face next to hers. "GO away Spot. I'm cooking. DO you want your food or not?"

"Yes." he answered.

Sophia sighed. "Then I suggest you let me go."

Spot pondered this thought. "Eh. I'se rather not." She felt his lips curve into a smirk on her neck. "Can I kiss you?" he then asked.

Sophia's heart raced. "What? No!" Spot refused to be said no to though and tried kissing. Sophia reacted quickly though and turned around and pushed Spot back. Smacking him lightly with the back of her wooden spoon. Soup juice trailed down slowly on the side of his face. He quickly grabbed a rag laying on a stool behind him and he cleaned up his face.

He then started to laugh which confused Sophia. Usually Spot would get annoyed by this and do something to get back at her, but no, all he did was laugh and then said, "Cute, Smalls. Real cute."

A few seconds later one of Spot's newsie boys came bursting through the door. Spot and Sophia both looked at him."Spot! Come quick! Yous gonna wanna see dis!" Spot looked back Sophia who looked as confused as her and then headed out to the main room with Sophia following close behind. There he and Sophia saw an injured newsie boy. He only looked to be about nine. The poor boy looked like he just got the shit kicked out of him.

"What the hell happened?" asked Spot.

A boy who looked a little older than spot said, "Some boys from Queens spotted him in their territory and did this to him!" The poor boy had bloody cuts on his arms and face and black eye.

"Well theys aint gettin' away wit dis!" Spot's voice was strong. "C'mon boys! Let's soak those boys in queens!" All the boys agreed in unison and quickly started heading out the door. Spot was suddenly stopped though when a hand grabbed on to his shirt and pulled him back. It was Sophia.

"What?" Spot asked her.

She looked up at him with serious eyes. "You can't go."

Spot shook Sophia's hand off and said, "The hell I can't! Did ya see what they did to my newsie boy? Theys aint gettin' away with dat dammit!"

Sophia sighed. She knew very well that when Spot had his mind made it up there was no stopping him, but she tired nonetheless. "It's dangerous, Spot."

"So? I don't care!"

"And it stupid!" she said. Her voice sounded more irritated this time.

Spot was the one to sigh this time. "It may be stupid but what they did was wrong and those boys from Queens wont be gettin' away with that they did." None of them spoke for a few seconds after that. "Look, Smalls...take care of this little guy for me, will ya?" he pointed back at the boy laying slumped in a chair. "I'll be back. Don't youse worry 'bout me, doll face. I'm the King of Brooklyn!" with that Spot turned around and left, leaving Sophia with the little boy to take care of.

Sophia picked up the little surprised by how light he was and carried him to the bunk room and laid him down. She went to the kitchen and got a bowl of semi hot water and a clean rag to clean up the boys cuts. So much for working on a nice hot dinner. No one would be here to enjoy it and she wasn't all that hungry anymore. Sophia went back to the boy and started cleaning up his scratches. She started with his hands and worked her way up. She then slipped off the boys shirt and gasped a little. He had more bruises on him then she thought. She dipped the rag in the water again and softly started cleaning off his chest. When she was done she got the boy a new shirt to wear. It was a bit big for him but it would have to do for now. Sophia tucked the boy in his white sheets and sat down on the floor by the foot of the bed. She figured that it best to just stay here by his side, in case he needed anything through the night. An hour passed and she began to get tired. She slumped her back down and fell to sleep. She woke up the next morning to find that Spot and his boys had not returned yet. She was really worried now. "Ouch." she quietly said to herself. She rubbed the back of her neck and winced in pain. Sleeping like this was not very smart of me, she thought to herself. She put a hand on her chest and felt the sapphire under her shirt. She pulled it out and started to look at it.

"That's a real pretty treasure, miss." said a small voice. Sophia shoved the necklace back into her shirt and looked at the little boy who was now awak. "It was my mothers." she told him. Just then Spot's Newsie's came walking through the door. They all looked pretty beat up and tired. Sophia stood up and walked up to all of them. "Are you boys going to be ok?"

"Yeah. We'se be fine little missy." said a boy about her age, leaning up against a wall. Spot then came walking in last. He looked pretty beat up with his bruises and his black eye.

Sophia ran up to him. "Spot! Are you ok?"

Spot got a huge smirk on his face. "Hah! Yeah. We showed those boys in queens what was what." he then lost his balance a little and slumped back. Sophia grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward. Spot got his balance back then moved past Sophia. "Yeah still got dat soup, Smalls?"

"Uhmm...yeah.""Good. Me newsie boys and me are gonna need it."

Sophia sighed. She put her hands on her hips and smiled a little. These boys were so reckless. They didn't care about a few scratches. All they wanted was the soup! Sophia walked into the kitchen and started heating up the soup. She brought a bowl for the boys one by one. Lastly she served the little boy that was still laying in his bunk bed, but then where was none left for her. Oh well, she thought. They need it more than me anyway. Sophia sat down on of the chairs in the main room. She was tired from standing on her feet and she was tired from the crappy sleep she got the other night. Just then a bowl popped