His Challenger (ON HOLD)

I'm Gonna Kill 'im

⚠️ POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING ON THIS CHAPTER. MENTIONS OF ABUSE⚠️

Race's POV

I watched as the Brooklyn Newsies made their way back to Brooklyn. I watched as Spot and Jack glared at each other, and as Spot threw his arm around (Yn)'s shoulder. Oh boy... dis won't end well. I walk up to Jack. "They seem close." I stated. "Yeah, too close for comfort if ya asks me." "He's just lookin' our for 'er." "Isn't dat supposed ta be my job? He's only known 'er for a day." "Well... Youse didn't exactly look out for 'er while she was hea."

He turned to me. "Whadaya mean?" "Youse was mean to 'er Jack. Youse neva let 'er talk, you didn't let 'er do notin', Spot's actually lettin' 'er do stuff." "Well she ain't good at notin'." I shake my head sighing. "Dis is what I was talkin' about Jack. You talked down to 'er. You neva saw how much youse actually hurt 'er, because she knew if ya did, you'd hate 'er more." "I don't hate 'er." I scoffed. "Eh, fellas, does Jack hate Jaguar?" There were a few responses of 'Yeah he does' and 'yeah'. "If ya didn't hate 'er. You sure acted likes it Cowboy."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. "Whateva, I don't need 'er. She's useless anyway." He walks away. I shake my head. See? Dis is what I mean. I turn back to see their retreating backs. Takes care of 'er Spot... she needs it da most.

Your POV

We get back to where we stay, immediately Spot takes us back to our room. He takes off my hat tossing it onto the bed, allowing my hair to fall. He goes to a window and hollers. "Ace! Get me ice as soon as youse can!" "Spot it ain't dat big a deal, it's just a black eye." He walks back over to me. "Does it hurt?" "A little but—" "I'm gonna kill 'im." "Spot calm down, it's just a black eye it ain't dat bad. Ise had woise I mean Jacky use to—" Spot went ridged. Uh oh...

"Jacky used to what?" I looked down and stayed silent. The door opened. "Boss I brought some..." Ace trailed. I hear footsteps walk away, before they return and the door closes and muffled footsteps walk away. "Look at me." Slowly I look back up, but I keep my eyes to the side. "Take this." I take the bag of ice and hold it to my eye, hissing a little. "What did Jacky Boy do to ya?" I stayed silent avoiding eye contact.

"(Yn)..." His voice was more stern, and angry. "N-notin' he-he didn't do notin' ta me..." The silence was killing me. "Either youse tell me what he dids, or I goes and finds out me self." He was really angry... "Jacky used ta hit me dats all...." "Just hit youse? Dats all he did huh? He didn't beat youse? Or break notin'?" I stayed silent. "I'm gonna ask once more, sweetheart. What. Did. He. Dos?" "... h-he's beat me a-a little...." "Did any of da oddas know?" I shake my head. "If they asked, Jacky just said I went on a walk and got beat by some scabs and he'd hafta come save me...." It's silent for a moment. "Excuse me." I hear footsteps walk away, the door opens and slams shut, then I hear it lock. Uh oh...

Spot's POV

Dats it. I'm gonna kill 'I'm. "Ace, gotta run an errand. I'll be backs in a little." I say and then head for 'Hatten. Jacky Boy's gonna get it. I get to 'Hatten and arrive at the loggin' house. I keep my face neutral. I see Jack and he pushes himself off the wall and walks over to me. "Whadaya want Spot?" I stayed neutral. "Jacky Boy, can Ise talk to youse outside?"

He nods and we walk outside. "Ise heard some things Jacky Boy." I say quietly as we're out of Im sight from the logging house. "Oh yeah? Whaja hea?" I turn to him sharply, a glare on my face. "Youse hurt 'er." He rolled his eyes. "Ise don't know what youse talkin' about Spot. Whateva she told ya, it's a lie." I scoffed. "So youse tellin' me dat you didn't beat 'er? Dat youse didn't tell 'er ya say she was out late at night, got soaked and youse had ya save 'er? Youse tellin' me she lied about dat?"

"Yes. Dats what I'm sayin'." His face has changed to a glare. "Lia (liar)." "Youse accusin' me of lyin'?" "Yes." "Do youse want dat truth then?" "I dos." "Fine. Yes, I hit 'er. But only because she desoived it." That was all I needed. I swung at him. "Spot what dat heck!" "Youse hurt 'er, so Ise gonna hurts youse back!" I lunged at him. I tackled him to the ground, I go to punch him again but he punches me first knocking me off him.

I growled and went at him again. "Spot why do Youse care so much? Youse just met 'er!" I don't answer, he didn't deserve one. We at each other's throats for awhile until we were pulled apart. "Lemme at 'im, lemme at 'im!" I said trying to get out of their grips. I look and see Race, Boots and Davey holding me back from Jack, who was wiping his mouth. "Spot whats da matta wit you?"

"He's hurt 'er. Lemme at 'im!" I shouted still trying to get at Jack. I glared at him heavily. "Spot, whadaya talkin' about?" I breathed heavily not paying any mind to my bruised knuckles and face. "He.... he abused 'er.... he beat 'er... wh-when she dids sometin' wrong." It went quiet. "Spot, why don't you go home and chill... we'll talk ta Jack." They release me, I glare at Jack, and I walk past him roughly bumping into his shoulder.

I get back to Brooklyn and head to my room. I walk in and I hear a gasp. "Spot, what happened!" Immediately (Yn)'s in front of me, eyes filled with concern. "If youse thinks I'm bad you should see what I dids ta Jacky Boy." Her lips press into a thin line. She gently grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. "Sit on da counter please." I do as told and she goes and gets a first aid kit.

She starts to fix up my injuries. She sighs. "Youse didn't hafta do dat Spot... now youse got hurt..." "But he hurt youse." "And now he's hurt you...." She begins wrapping my hand. "Spot, Ise grateful for everytin' youse done for me, I am. But... youse can't just soak me brudda for sometin' he don't do no more. He had only done it da first few months I was ova there..." It was silent for a few moments. "Sorry sweetheart.... I wasn't thinkin' straight..."

"It's alright Spot, just... be more careful will ya?" She looks up at me, with a sad look in her eyes. "Ise don't like seein' ya hurt... Spot..." I stare at her for a little. Maybe longe because her face turned red and she looked down. "I'll be more careful sweetheart, I promise." "Thank youse, Spot." "Anytime sweetheart."

Only tree days and she cares about me... Ise gotta protect 'er wit all I got.