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.

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"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.

"Dear me. He had to have been so horrible for you to not call him 'Jackie'. I'm so sorry, darling," Medda says. I shake my head.

"I don't know what to do," I say, my voice as delicate as glass. Medda thinks for a moment and then looks at me.

"You can some stay with me, honey. You can stay in my guest room until you and Jack make up, or you find somewhere else to stay. And if you can't find anywhere to go, you can just continue to stay with me. And if you want, I'll even let you perform, it'd be lovely to have you back on stage," she says. I look up at her and smile.

"Thank you, Medda. But how would I perform with... These?" I ask, gesturing to my neck, which earns me a laugh from her.

"We can just use makeup, darling. How does that sound?" She asks. I smile and nod.

"That sounds wonderful," I say. She stands up and holds out her hand, helping me up.

As we walk to her theater, which is also where she lives, I try my best to hide myself from others. Lucky for me, there's not many people on the street today.

As we enter the theater, I walk up the stairs and into her house. I've been there before, once or twice, so I've never really gotten a good chance to look around. But it looks really nice. It's a pretty small house, but it's more cozy than small.

"Here, let me show you to the guest room," Medda says. She walks me over to a room at the end of the hall. It's got a big bed. I mean big. I would venture to say a queen sized bed. There's a dresser, mirror, and lamps! I've never seen a room this nice. "This is where you'll be staying, so if you need anything, come ask me. You can also wear the clothes in the dresser, as they're too small for me."

I look in the dresser, where there's nice clothes that look totally like what Medda would wear outside of the theater. There's a really cute blouse that looks lovely. I hold it up to myself, thinking about what I'd look like in it.

She walks in the room, looking at me and smiling. She walks up to right next to me and speaks, "You know, that blouse was your mother's." I see my eyes grow wide in the mirror.

"My mom?" I ask, she nods. "Were you two good friends? Because I know you were friends with my dad before he went to jail."

"Yes, we were very good friends. She had one of the kindest hearts of anyone I had ever met. Whenever she saw a newsie, a homeless person, or a beggar, she would always lend them extra money, even though she didn't have a lot. When I heard that she was murdered, I cried for days, your father helped me through those times. Then they found that he was responsible for her murder and I was crushed. Such emotional times.
Your mother always told me that she was worried about you, how you were a little demon when you were younger. But she also said how she knew you would grow out of it and become a lovely lady, with a bit of sass of course. She would always say, Anna is the living embodiment of hell. While Francis is just an angel.', which is why I was shocked that once you came back from The Refuge, you had changed so much. I'm sure that your mother would have loved to see what an amazing young lady you've become," Medda says. I can't deny that I'm sobbing right now.

There's a knock at the door, which immediately makes me hide behind the bed. Medda goes to open the door. I keep an ear out for who it is.

"Medda, have ya seen Ash? She ran off and no one's been able tah find 'er," I hear the all to familiar voice of my brother.

"She stopped by a while ago, but headed out around twenty minutes ago. Poor girl was just sobbing. And she wouldn't even tell me what happened. Do you know what happened to her?" Medda asks, using her acting to lie.

"It's my fault. I overreacted to something dat happened. At foist, I didn't know what I did wrong, but then the boys told me that I had been cruel to 'er. I screwed up, Miss Medda," Jackie says, making me feel sad.

"I'm so sorry about that. But I'll be sure to tell you if I see her. I'm sure she couldn't have gone far. Because even if she was really mad at you, she still loves you, and wouldn't stay away for too long. Maybe she's staying at one of her friend's house?" Medda suggest.

"Yeah, you'se prolly right. I'd go to da ends of the woild tah make sure she's safe. Hell, I even went tah Brooklyn tah talk to 'er boyfriend if he knew where she is. I'm pretty sure dat was a mistake, because now he's worried sick 'bout her," Jackie says. I instantly feel horrible, making Spot worry about me.

"That must be awful. I wish I could help more, but I have to rehearse for tomorrow's performance," Medda says.

"Okay, have a lovely day, Medda. Please tell me if you find 'er," he says.

"I will." She then shuts the door. "You can come out now."

I stand up from behind the bed, walking over to her. I then pull her into a hug, which she returns.

"Thank you, for everything."

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Timeskip
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I just finished up tonight's performance of "Don't come a knocking on my door". I've been staying with Medda for 2 days, which have all been fun, yet depressing. I haven't seen any of my friends for what feels like forever.

I decide to take a walk, feeling a wave of happiness be released as I take a deep breath of fresh air. Walking down the street, I see someone watching me from the alley, which I don't really pay any attention to, until I remember that Spot has spies. I know that he must have sent out spies in search of me, probably worried sick.

I know there's no way that I can get out of this, so I look directly at the shadow.

"Are you one of Spot's spies?" I ask. The person shoots up, slinking out of the shadows.

"I knew it was you, Ash. Where have ya been? Everyone's been worried sick! Spot nearly beat up ya brudda when he hoid what he did!" The person yells.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but who are you?" I ask. I'm still across the street from the person, intending to keep myself away from everyone.

"I'm Shadow, you can prolly guess why that's my name," he says. I nod. Before I can say anything, his eyes go wide. "ASH! BEHIND YOU!"

I turn around, seeing a group of three tall men standing there, towering over me. I try to run, but one of them grabs at me, the others also pulling me in. Shadow runs over and punches one of them in the face, earning him a couple of punches from the other two.

I kick one of them in the no no square, but as soon as I kick him, another man grabs my leg, jerking it to make me fall down. I start kicking up, trying to keep them off of me, but they grab me and start dragging me into the alleyway. Shadow catches up and tries to pry them off of me, while I'm struggling to fight them off and stand up.

He gets punched hard in the cheek, knocking him to the ground. I continue to try and get them off of me, while also screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Get away from me!! Someone, help!!! Please help!!!" I scream. But nobody came.

One of the man pulls out a handkerchief, pouring a liquid onto it. My eyes go wide, knowing that the liquid is chloroform from all the books I read in school. A quick though passes through my head, 'I'm going to be kidnapped. There's too many of them. I'm going to die.'.

Even though I know I won't make it out, I try to damage them as best as I can. I manage to kick one of them in the face, knocking him to the ground. But the man with the handkerchief gets on top of me, covering my nose and mouth with the cloth.

I try my best to hold my breath, but after a couple seconds, I'm forced to breathe. Taking in a sharp inhale, I feel the chemical fill my lungs, and my head growing light.

My eyes flutter closed as I try to fight the chloroform that's inside me, and failing. The last thought that crosses my head is, 'Am I going to die without ever making up with Jackie? I'm going to end up leaving my brother alone again, without any family left. Someone. Please. Help.'

"Help."

Sorry this was so short, I've just been so distracted lately with school being online and everything.

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