Undisclosed Desires, Bridget Kathleen [best e reader for epub txt] 📗

time to get up and check on his Brooklyn boys.

When Sophia finally woke up that morning she noticed that Spot was gone. She placed a hand on the bed. It was cold. He had been gone for a while now. Sophia slowly got up and stretched. She put the blanket back on the bed and headed down stairs.

An unfamiliar sound hit her ears as she descended from the stairs. Nothing. She smiled to herself. All the newise boys were gone. She had the whole place to herself. She then made her way into the bunk room where the rest of the boys had to sleep and walked on over to the bunk where she used to sleep. She got down on her hands and knees and pulled out her suit case.

Sophia walked back up to Spots room, sat on the bed and opened the case. A few of her outfits laid neatly folded. She pulled those out and placed them all but one dress in an empty drawer in Spot's dresser. She sat back down on the bed and started going through all the pockets in the suit case. The last pocket she checked she pulled out a blue oval shaped sapphire necklace with diamonds surrounding it. A warm smile came to her face. It was her mother's necklace that had been handed down for generations and now it laid in her hands. A few tears fell upon it and Sophia reached up to wipe away the few tears that still ran down her face. This was the last thing she had of her mother. Sophia put the necklace on, grabbed her dress and headed to Spot's private washing room. There she started to pump water into the tin tub and she stripped from her brothers clothes. A mirror stood not far from where she was. Her body looked frail. She could see where the dirt had clung to her body and where it had not. She put her hands on her chest, looked down at them and frowned. To her, it seemed as if those damned breasts of hers would never get any bigger. She sighed and moved her attention to the tin tub. The water was cold but she preferred this more than swimming out by the docks.

After her that, Sophia drained the water and got dressed. She had found a blue ribbon in of the two pockets on her dress and pulled her hair back with it, showing off her delicate features of her face. She smiled at her reflection, trying to cheer herself up but failed and her face went back to a frown. Ever since Spot found out about her being a girl she had become his little 'keeper'. Cleaning up the lodging house and cooking hot meals for the boys. Spot never did thank her for the hard work she had been doing and she was getting fed up with it.

Sophia walked back down stairs and began her cleaning. She started in the bunk room, cleaning up whatever trash the boys left behind. Next came the scrubbing of the floors and dusting out the cabinets and washing the windows. By the time she was done it was already time to cook supper.

"Once a Brooklyn newsie, always a Brooklyn newsie." she mocked Spot's words while cutting up some vegetable for the soup she was making. And just as soon as she had finished the boys came walking back into the lodging house, hungry and ready for a good, hot meal. Spot's newsie's weren't all that bad though. She actually enjoyed some of the newsie boys company.

Sophia walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room and placed the soup on top of the counter. The boys sat up right away and got in line, each holding their bowls to get some soup. When all of the boys got their serving of food Sophia noticed that one person unparticular had not been in line.

"Has anyone seen Spot?" she asked suddenly. Some of the boys shrugged while others got a massive grin on their faces. "Anyone?" she said, hoping someone would answer but no one ever did. She let out a sigh and got a serving of soup for herself.

Later that night Sophia laid on the floor again. She stirred in her sleep as she heard giggling and then someone tripping up the stairs. The door swung open so fast she felt the air from it brush up against her.

"C'mon!" It was Spot whispering loudly and then a giggle of a girl. She heard them go into the wash room then. For a moment it was quiet but she soon started to hear groaning and moaning and once in a while a few thumps would sound on the wall. Sophia could hardly stand it and flopped the pillow over her head for the rest of the night.

In the morning Sophia woke up with a giant headache. Damn that Spot Conlon, She thought to herself as she got up. Not soon after she woke did Spot wake up as well, slowly opening up the wash room door and leaning to the side, holding his head.

"And how was your night?" she asked, putting the bed together.

"Shut up." Spot told her.

"You missed out on supper." she said, turning around to face him.

"Why do youse keep talkin'?" he said, walking over to his bed.

"Why do you keep bringing home whores?" she was stunned at the fact that she called this place 'home'. Spot didn't answer her after that, instead he flopped on his bed and fell fast to sleep.

Sophia stood above the bed, looking down at him. He seemed like he was under a lot of stress and it didn't look like it was coming from the hangover either.
Chapter Six: Song of Memories.

Sophia walked the streets of Brooklyn. She had just finished doing to some grocery shopping. She won't able to get much despite the fact that Spot hadn't given her much money in the first place, then again he was trying to make a living too and the money he was giving her was all his earnings. She sighed at the five pennies that laid in her hands and then stuffed them back down into her dress where the money laid safely in her bra.

Just then she walked passed a certain store that made her take a double take and walk back. Her eyes lit up when she was the music store. She didn't think that Brooklyn would have such a place. She hurried on in to the music store. The place had a pleasant smell to it: Honey. It reminded her of home. She remembered the sweet food her mother would make. Sophia found herself thinking more about home. Her New then she would remember why she left. Her brother and her would be left in the hands of her uncle. She hated her uncle and all the things he was worth. He was a greedy man who wanted nothing more that her familie's money.

"I don't think we have anything in here for you missy." said a middle aged man who looked to be the store owner. Sophia probably looked like a worthless, poor teenager. On second thought, she did, but that didn't stop her from walking further into the store.

Her heart stopped for a moment when she saw the only piano in the building. It stood a few feet away from the front store window. She set her things down and sat down in front of the piano. She hadn't touched on since the time of her parent's and baby brother's death. She softly ran her fingers across the keys. They were smooth. She closed her eyes and began to play, not caring who saw.

When she finished playing she let out a deep sigh. Her mother had taught her that song. She opened her eyes and saw a face all too familiar looking at her from outside the store window. It was Spot Conlon. She nearly fell out of her seat when she saw him. She stood away from her seat, picked up her bag of food and headed out the door. She looked to her left and saw Spot still standing there, smiling at her. She rolled her eyes and headed in the other direction.

"Where ya goin' Smalls? The lodging house is the other way." Spot said whiling running up to her.

"Don't you think I know that?" she was trying to avoid him but that was impossible.

"Why youse tryin' tah walk away from me?" he reached for her shoulder but she brushed him off.

"Why do you keep talking to me?" she walked even faster now.

"Why do you keep giving me the cold shoulder?"

Sophia stopped in her place and glared up at Spot. This didn't seem to bother him though for he could only smile at her. He was used to her angry looks. "Can't you see I want to be alone right now?"

Spot nodded. "Yeah."

"Then why do you keep bothering me?" she turned to walk away again but Spot pulled her back.

"Brooklyn streets aint safe, Smalls?"

Sophia rolled her eyes at him. "Like you care! You send me out on my own all the time to get food!"

"Yeah, well...that was before you stopped wearing your brotheh's clothes. Now ya so pretty."

Sophia tried not to blush but couldn't help it so she hid her face with the brown paper bag. "Leave me alone, Spot." she said quietly.

Spot bent towards her a little. "Whacha say, Smalls?"

"...Go away." she repeated, a little louder than the first time.

"Too bad, Kid." Spot snatched the paper bag out of her hands. "I'm walkin' youse back to the lodge." He grabbed her wrist and lightly pulled her back to the lodging house. While walking back, Sophia kept her head down. She wasn't use to a man leading her. A man? She thought. Sophia looked up a little and saw that Spot was looking straight ahead. The wind blew back his hair, showing off his nicely shaped chin. She felt herself blush and looked back down.

When they reached the lodging house, Spot placed the brown paper bag back into her arms."Do you have money left over, Smalls?" he asked.

"Oh!" Sophia turned around and pulled the money out from her bra, turned back around and placed the five cents in Spot's reached out hand.

He raised an eyebrow and then looked down at the money. "It's warm." he smirked. Sophia growled under breathe. Spot laughed. "See youse latter, Smalls." he walked off leaving Sophia to do whatever she normally did throughout her day.

Sophia couldn't believe the nerve of that guy. She turned around and stormed into the lodging house. There she made her way to the kitchen and put the food away.

The next few days passed peacefully which