What I want to happen on the season premiere. Most of you will just laugh
at me, but that is okay, I laugh at myself. This is one of two chapters,
second to be posted tomorrow. Hope you like!
You Had It Coming Boscorelli
Oh God please wake me up from this horrible nightmare. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Why were you still there Faith? Why? I asked you to go to Noble's apartment. You told me no and I persisted. I begged you to. I knew you wouldn't turn me down. I knew you had a weakness when it came to me and I jumped on it. I pushed you into this.
I am so sorry. You have no idea how truly sorry I am. I never meant to get you hurt. What if you die? Oh Lord, I can't think like that. You're going to be okay. You have to be okay. You are the only one Faith, the only one.
Emily and Charlie need you! I wonder if anyone called them yet. And Fred, Fred is going to be pissed at you for helping me again. This is so bad! I just can't believe this is happening.
"Bosco move now," Procter ordered bringing him out of his thoughts as she pushed him away from Faith. Her hand went limp as his grasp let go. There was so much blood everywhere. He took a few steps back and let the ER do their job. He glanced at the blood smeared all over his hands. His dark gray shirt was sticking to his chest from the lukewarm syrupy blood.
How did it come to this? All these years being partners and it had to come to this. I never meant for any of this to happen. You were right about Cruz. You have always been right about most things. You were right about me when you said I was immature and worthless. I am. I thought I was the good one in my family. I was only fooling myself. *laughs* Even you knew I was a fuck up and that is why you told me no in the first damn place!
When you said those words they cut me like a dull knife. It hurt so fucking bad. It still hurts. It wasn't just one rapid sharp pain and over with. It has been tearing through my flesh layer by layer since the black out. I love you so much, more than I have every loved anyone. Hearing those words from you was ten times worse than coming from my Father. It was almost as bad as seeing my Ma get beat up by the worthless sack of shit. It should be me laying there with a bullet in my chest not you. What have I done?
"Let's go Bosco, we need to let the doctors work," Procter said grabbing his arm and dragging him out. Bosco was pale and feeling lightheaded. Procter saw the signs and lead him to a chair just outside the ER room. He let her lead him, at any minute he was going to pass out and he knew it.
He was sweating profusely, and his lips were cold and tingling. He covered his face in his palms, smearing his ex-partners blood all over his face. He didn't care. He felt the bile in the back of his throat forcing its way up. He was going to puke any moment. He stood unsteady, grabbing the arm of the chair for support, and than began stumbling to the bathroom. Black spots were forming over the lights in the hallway as he fought his way to the urinal.
"Bosco?" He could here Procter calling his name, but it was all drowned out and surreal.
~~~~~
Bosco must have thrown up for twenty minutes. Most of it was dry heaving. He had been so stressed out lately food was the last thing on his mind. He weakly lifted himself from the ground, flushing the urinal.
He stood in front of the mirror now, looking back at his reflection, his pathetic reflection. He scrubbed his hands and face with soap and scolding hot water. He leaned into the mirror.
I am garbage. I am a worthless piece of shit. I don't know who I was trying to fool becoming a cop.
Enraged, Bosco punched the mirror before him, shattering a large section of the mirror, large slices of glass penetrating his skin.
"DAMN IT," he shouted, looking around before seizing the paper towel holder and ripping it off the wall. He hurled it across the room, it too crushing on impact with the tiled wall.
Bosco sunk down onto the floor shaking, instantly bursting into tears. "Why? Why is this happening? Please make it go away?"
~~~~~
He staggered back out pausing, looking through the glass of the ER room at Faith. He held his bloody hand, this time his own blood, firmly against the glass and traced the figure of his ex-partner.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Bosco weakly looked to his right to see Fred looking him up and down. Fred had tears in his eyes mixed with hatred.
"YOU DID THIS TO MY WIFE!" Fred's fists were instantly balled into tight knots, his nostrils flaming.
Bosco sighed heavy, bile rising in his throat once again. He knew he was going to have to face Fred, he just wasn't expecting it this soon.
"Fred? Fred please, I.," Bosco said placing his hands on his hips and bending forward, feeling light in the head and nauseous once again.
"YOU DID THIS!" Fred charged at Bosco like an angry bull at a bullfight.
Bosco was shaking again, and lifted his hands up in defeat. "Please Fred, I didn't mean for this to happen."
Fred ignored Bosco's plea and lifted his arms pushing Bosco hard. He feel back losing his balance on one foot and landed on his ass. Fred began charging him again, the space between them not in Bosco's favor.
Bosco used his hands to drag himself backwards across the ground, but before he could stand up on his own Fred had him up in the air by his collar. His much larger build threw Bosco hard against a wall, knocking all wind from his lungs.
That is when the beating began, one fist after another.
You Had It Coming Boscorelli
Oh God please wake me up from this horrible nightmare. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Why were you still there Faith? Why? I asked you to go to Noble's apartment. You told me no and I persisted. I begged you to. I knew you wouldn't turn me down. I knew you had a weakness when it came to me and I jumped on it. I pushed you into this.
I am so sorry. You have no idea how truly sorry I am. I never meant to get you hurt. What if you die? Oh Lord, I can't think like that. You're going to be okay. You have to be okay. You are the only one Faith, the only one.
Emily and Charlie need you! I wonder if anyone called them yet. And Fred, Fred is going to be pissed at you for helping me again. This is so bad! I just can't believe this is happening.
"Bosco move now," Procter ordered bringing him out of his thoughts as she pushed him away from Faith. Her hand went limp as his grasp let go. There was so much blood everywhere. He took a few steps back and let the ER do their job. He glanced at the blood smeared all over his hands. His dark gray shirt was sticking to his chest from the lukewarm syrupy blood.
How did it come to this? All these years being partners and it had to come to this. I never meant for any of this to happen. You were right about Cruz. You have always been right about most things. You were right about me when you said I was immature and worthless. I am. I thought I was the good one in my family. I was only fooling myself. *laughs* Even you knew I was a fuck up and that is why you told me no in the first damn place!
When you said those words they cut me like a dull knife. It hurt so fucking bad. It still hurts. It wasn't just one rapid sharp pain and over with. It has been tearing through my flesh layer by layer since the black out. I love you so much, more than I have every loved anyone. Hearing those words from you was ten times worse than coming from my Father. It was almost as bad as seeing my Ma get beat up by the worthless sack of shit. It should be me laying there with a bullet in my chest not you. What have I done?
"Let's go Bosco, we need to let the doctors work," Procter said grabbing his arm and dragging him out. Bosco was pale and feeling lightheaded. Procter saw the signs and lead him to a chair just outside the ER room. He let her lead him, at any minute he was going to pass out and he knew it.
He was sweating profusely, and his lips were cold and tingling. He covered his face in his palms, smearing his ex-partners blood all over his face. He didn't care. He felt the bile in the back of his throat forcing its way up. He was going to puke any moment. He stood unsteady, grabbing the arm of the chair for support, and than began stumbling to the bathroom. Black spots were forming over the lights in the hallway as he fought his way to the urinal.
"Bosco?" He could here Procter calling his name, but it was all drowned out and surreal.
~~~~~
Bosco must have thrown up for twenty minutes. Most of it was dry heaving. He had been so stressed out lately food was the last thing on his mind. He weakly lifted himself from the ground, flushing the urinal.
He stood in front of the mirror now, looking back at his reflection, his pathetic reflection. He scrubbed his hands and face with soap and scolding hot water. He leaned into the mirror.
I am garbage. I am a worthless piece of shit. I don't know who I was trying to fool becoming a cop.
Enraged, Bosco punched the mirror before him, shattering a large section of the mirror, large slices of glass penetrating his skin.
"DAMN IT," he shouted, looking around before seizing the paper towel holder and ripping it off the wall. He hurled it across the room, it too crushing on impact with the tiled wall.
Bosco sunk down onto the floor shaking, instantly bursting into tears. "Why? Why is this happening? Please make it go away?"
~~~~~
He staggered back out pausing, looking through the glass of the ER room at Faith. He held his bloody hand, this time his own blood, firmly against the glass and traced the figure of his ex-partner.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Bosco weakly looked to his right to see Fred looking him up and down. Fred had tears in his eyes mixed with hatred.
"YOU DID THIS TO MY WIFE!" Fred's fists were instantly balled into tight knots, his nostrils flaming.
Bosco sighed heavy, bile rising in his throat once again. He knew he was going to have to face Fred, he just wasn't expecting it this soon.
"Fred? Fred please, I.," Bosco said placing his hands on his hips and bending forward, feeling light in the head and nauseous once again.
"YOU DID THIS!" Fred charged at Bosco like an angry bull at a bullfight.
Bosco was shaking again, and lifted his hands up in defeat. "Please Fred, I didn't mean for this to happen."
Fred ignored Bosco's plea and lifted his arms pushing Bosco hard. He feel back losing his balance on one foot and landed on his ass. Fred began charging him again, the space between them not in Bosco's favor.
Bosco used his hands to drag himself backwards across the ground, but before he could stand up on his own Fred had him up in the air by his collar. His much larger build threw Bosco hard against a wall, knocking all wind from his lungs.
That is when the beating began, one fist after another.