Title: Darkness
Summary: Most people have fears right?
Rating: PG-13 for people who are sensitive to cursing. PG for the ones who really don't care.
Spoilers: I few here and there.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Third Watch characters.
Important Note: This is NOT a Cruz or Faith shipper. It does start out as one however. I'm trying to make Bosco as realistic as possible so bear with me. This is if the whole Noble situation never happened. My other stories portray that and Im getting sick of writing that way, so here's a new change. You may also want to check out the End of the Beginning or My Foggy Life According To Bosco if you get confused. You shouldn't though. ^^ Hope you like.
Introduction
I don't have many fears. There is only one which really makes me sweat and my head spin. Most people would think I'm a baby if they found out. My fear is something that most young children have, not a grown adult, especially not a man. This started as a kid when I was alone at night, hiding under my covers attempting to muffle out the sound of my ma and pa fighting. Sometimes late at night I can still hear them in my head. I know it's my conscious. Maybe even a tad of guilt for not sticking up for my mom.
I didn't just hate my dad because he beat her, I hated him for his words, and allowing Mikey and I to hear them fight, bickering, and screaming late at night. That's why I hate the darkness. I remember some times where I would lay in bed trying to keep Mikey from crying. I was scared as hell that my pa was going to come upstairs and beat us too. If I listen closer I swear I can still hear my moms crying pleads for help.
I told Faith once about how I grew up seeing husbands beat their wives. I vowed I would never turn out like my dad, I wont. I'm not like him, not a bit. To this day I break down when I see someone beat the shit out of my mom like he always did. I may not have been able to stop it when I was a kid, but now, I will make sure it's stopped.
"Bos?" I heard someone whisper and touch my shoulder gently. I nearly jumped out of bed startled as my eyes met Maritza Cruz's, the one girl that could actually 'stand' me besides Faith. "You okay?" She asked her eyes filled with concern as she traced her hand along my bear chest lying upon her side. I shivered at the touch of her nails to my skin, my heart beating rapidly.
I stared at her, not sure myself, what had happened, I could feel myself in a cold sweat. My body was shaking lightly as I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Yeah," I said rubbing my damp forehead with the back of my hand.
"You still having those nightmares?" She asked as I sat up. A small amount of light crept into Cruz's apartment enough to make shape of objects around the room.
"I can't remember." I sighed deeply. I felt like I had been running for a while, out of breath and worn down.
She sat up alongside me, her hands wandering slowly up my bareback to my shoulders as she gently caressed them. "I know what you need." She whispered softly, her lips brushing against my ear. I shuddered.
"Yeah?" I murmured back with a lingering smirk. I broke into a smile and said casually,
"Sleeping pills."
TBC…
Authors Note: The quicker you review, the quicker the next chapter gets up. You know the drill.