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Notes: I know Fred didn't die but in my world he does. I'm horrible that way
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The day was dragging on. Davis won't shut up about what ever it is he's talking about and I have a head ache the size of the Booklyn brige. I need to stop and get somthing to drink and a handful of asprine before my head explodes.
"Davis can you just stop talking for like five minutes." I didn't mean to snap at him but damn he's going on about the shit with the black out. I want to forget that day ever happened but I can't because tomorrow Faith will bury her husband. I can't forget that day. Not now not ever. It was a day that I lost my best friend. Tomorrow it will be all over. I asked the Capitain for a trasfer to over nights. I can't see her every day it's killing me.
"Are you okay man?" Davis asks me.
"No. I need an asprine and a nap. Other then that." I look at Davis and wonder if him and Sully ever fight. But I guess that's different. Davis was Sully's ex partners kid so its more a father son thing then a partner thing.
"You going to Faith's husband's funeral?"
"Yeah. The kids wanted me there." Emily had sobbed in my arms that day. I had gone back to the hospital to see if they needed anything and I found out Fred was gone. I held the little girl tight. Only she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was almost grown up. With her mom's eyes and the attitude to go with them. I watched Faith cry over his body holding Charlie. She didn't deserve to loose her husband but did that give her the right to make him feel small and...well useless.
"Bosco are you sure your okay man. You look pale?"
"Has Sully ever pissed you off so much you just want to...." I just couldn't find the word I was looking for.
"Knock him off his high horse?" I smile.
"Yeah."
"Only every other day. But we get over it. You and Faith fighting again?"
"Not really. She just...well you know."
"Yeah I've been there. Loosing my dad and all. How are the kids dealing."
"Emily's not doing so hot. She was daddy's girl. Charlie is kinda not understanding." I really don't want to talk about this but maybe it's a good thing. Davis wouldn't judge. He's not like that.
"It will take a long time for things to go back to nomal. Death has a funny way of shaking things up." He looked at me. "Give her time Bosco. She's hurting more then you'll ever know."
"I know." Did he know what she had said. Had someone overhear her that night?
"Be there for her Bos. Your like her best friend. I know it's hard seeing the tough woman you work with everyday feeling the way she does but she just lost the only man she loved for like fifteen years. The father of her children." Davis was right. Maybe I could forgive her now. Maybe in my heart I knew that she didn't mean it but damn it hurt. Deep down. I would have a scare for a long time. I will always feel like I can't be good enough for her. I pull into a c-store to get a soda and something for my head.
"You coming?" I ask Davis.
"Just grab me a water will ya?" He hands me a couple of bucks. I walk towards the door. If my head wasn't hurting and I wasn't feeling sorry for myself I might of noticed the kid behind the counter shaking and the gun aimed at my chest.
"Shit." The shot echoed though my ears as I dove behind a display of Ho Ho's. I grab my radio and call for help. Praying that I get my ass out of here in one peice so I can get my head out of it.
Notes: I know Fred didn't die but in my world he does. I'm horrible that way
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The day was dragging on. Davis won't shut up about what ever it is he's talking about and I have a head ache the size of the Booklyn brige. I need to stop and get somthing to drink and a handful of asprine before my head explodes.
"Davis can you just stop talking for like five minutes." I didn't mean to snap at him but damn he's going on about the shit with the black out. I want to forget that day ever happened but I can't because tomorrow Faith will bury her husband. I can't forget that day. Not now not ever. It was a day that I lost my best friend. Tomorrow it will be all over. I asked the Capitain for a trasfer to over nights. I can't see her every day it's killing me.
"Are you okay man?" Davis asks me.
"No. I need an asprine and a nap. Other then that." I look at Davis and wonder if him and Sully ever fight. But I guess that's different. Davis was Sully's ex partners kid so its more a father son thing then a partner thing.
"You going to Faith's husband's funeral?"
"Yeah. The kids wanted me there." Emily had sobbed in my arms that day. I had gone back to the hospital to see if they needed anything and I found out Fred was gone. I held the little girl tight. Only she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was almost grown up. With her mom's eyes and the attitude to go with them. I watched Faith cry over his body holding Charlie. She didn't deserve to loose her husband but did that give her the right to make him feel small and...well useless.
"Bosco are you sure your okay man. You look pale?"
"Has Sully ever pissed you off so much you just want to...." I just couldn't find the word I was looking for.
"Knock him off his high horse?" I smile.
"Yeah."
"Only every other day. But we get over it. You and Faith fighting again?"
"Not really. She just...well you know."
"Yeah I've been there. Loosing my dad and all. How are the kids dealing."
"Emily's not doing so hot. She was daddy's girl. Charlie is kinda not understanding." I really don't want to talk about this but maybe it's a good thing. Davis wouldn't judge. He's not like that.
"It will take a long time for things to go back to nomal. Death has a funny way of shaking things up." He looked at me. "Give her time Bosco. She's hurting more then you'll ever know."
"I know." Did he know what she had said. Had someone overhear her that night?
"Be there for her Bos. Your like her best friend. I know it's hard seeing the tough woman you work with everyday feeling the way she does but she just lost the only man she loved for like fifteen years. The father of her children." Davis was right. Maybe I could forgive her now. Maybe in my heart I knew that she didn't mean it but damn it hurt. Deep down. I would have a scare for a long time. I will always feel like I can't be good enough for her. I pull into a c-store to get a soda and something for my head.
"You coming?" I ask Davis.
"Just grab me a water will ya?" He hands me a couple of bucks. I walk towards the door. If my head wasn't hurting and I wasn't feeling sorry for myself I might of noticed the kid behind the counter shaking and the gun aimed at my chest.
"Shit." The shot echoed though my ears as I dove behind a display of Ho Ho's. I grab my radio and call for help. Praying that I get my ass out of here in one peice so I can get my head out of it.