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The Jagoffs Who Stole Christmas! Part 2
Bosco woke slowly, expecting to feel pain, he felt nothing.
Looking around him as he sat up he saw nothing, nothing except whiteness, for as far as he could see.
"What the hell?" he asked, not realizing he'd spoken aloud.
"Not quite," a soft laughing voice replied, "Not for you anyway."
Startled, he whirled around, looking for the owner of the voice, but saw no one.
"Who's there? Where are you?' he asked, fear in his voice, "Where am I?"
"Oh Maurice, don't be afraid," the voice replied. And as he watched the whiteness parted, and a beautiful woman approached him. She was smiling down at him, and as she reached him she stooped down to his level.
"I won't hurt you," she smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "Who are you?" he asked again, beginning to like this place, a huge grin coming over his face.
Smiling at him, she laughed, "Stop that! That won't work on me, and I know what you're thinking! So stop that too!"
Unsure now, he turned red, suddenly knowing that she did know exactly what he was thinking, but his grin widened, and he laughed.
"Maurice, you are incurable, come on, get up," she stood, offering her hand to him. Taking it he was immediatly overcome with emotion, and as he stood she laughingly said, "Yes, incurable."
"What are you talking about?" he grinned, "And you still haven't told me who you are, and how do you know me?"
She reached her hand out, stroking his face gently, "I've always known you, and who I am isn't important right now. And you know what I'm talking about, Maurice."
He became still, staring at her, his smile fading, "Why?"
"Because you don't trust," she replied, a soft smile on her face, "because you trust too much. It's as simple as that. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and yet give it to no one who deserves it."
Tears came to his eyes as he heard the truth in her words, it was as if in this place, he could not hide from it.
Nodding, he said nothing.
She continued, "Maurice, there has been much pain in your life, but there has been little real joy. You must open your heart, as well as your eyes. To be so innocent in the heart is good, to be so innnocent in the world, is not. Stop following every skirt, and start looking for the hearts in them. You were not created to do so little, to give so little of yourself. You MUST begin to love, not just use or be used."
"I tried," he exclaimed, "but..."
"I know, but you didn't look beyond the 'skirt' until it was too late, and it cost you dearly. But Maurice there is hope, all is not lost. AND you must move beyond your friend, you must seek another. She is out there, but you will not find her if all you see is your past. You must see your future, and you must take it. Stop waiting for something that can never happen, not because you even want it to, but because it is safer than facing the truth. And that truth is that you don't want her in the first place, you only use her as a shield against real love. And that shield kept you from seeing the truth, you reached out for the first who came along. You must wait, you must see, then, you can reach out, but you haven't and that is why you hurt so many." she stopped, dropping her hand, "Now it's time for you to make a decision."
"What?" he asked quietly, knowing she wasn't asking his opinion on her speech.
"Do you want to see, or do you stay here," she held up their entwined hands, "If you stay, you are welcome here, but if you go, I can promise you better only if you make the effort, but it will NOT be easy, nothing worthwhile ever is there."
Staring into her eyes, he saw his future, smiling again, in fact a huge smile coming over him, he said, "Go".
"Go it is," she laughed, "I knew you would choose rightly, your heart is open now....just make sure your eyes are too!" Then she smacked him on the side of his head lightly, as he laughed, "I'll try."
"Maurice? Maurice wake up!" a voice called to him, "Bosco come on man, wake up, don't you die on Christmas night!"
He opened his eyes slowly, looking around him, red and blue lights flashing on the faces above him, a smile coming over his face.
"Hey, man! Good to see you're still hanging in there!" Doc laughed, as he finished applying the pressure dressing to Bosco's head, "You're trying to give us heart failure aren't you!"
He found he couldn't answer, and the pain was terrible, but he was alive, and for that he was grateful.
Then Faith was over him, "Bos? Oh thank god!" tears were falling from her face, "I thought I'd lost you!"
Looking at her he smiled, whispering, "No, I'm still here, partner."
She grinned now, "Yeah, partner, and friend, always."
Giving a slight nod, "Friends, always," he replied.
Then looking around, he spotted her, standing on the sidewalk with so many others. Some happy he was alive, some aggravated they'd missed out on death's coming this night, but all missing who he saw.
She was smiling at him, then she turned and walked off, and into a building behind her, glancing back once at him, then turning and going inside.
And as Doc and Carlos lifted him into the ambulance, he knew he would return to this place, he had a life to begin, and his beginning might just have walked into that building.
part 3 to be continued soon! Hope you enjoyed!
The Jagoffs Who Stole Christmas! Part 2
Bosco woke slowly, expecting to feel pain, he felt nothing.
Looking around him as he sat up he saw nothing, nothing except whiteness, for as far as he could see.
"What the hell?" he asked, not realizing he'd spoken aloud.
"Not quite," a soft laughing voice replied, "Not for you anyway."
Startled, he whirled around, looking for the owner of the voice, but saw no one.
"Who's there? Where are you?' he asked, fear in his voice, "Where am I?"
"Oh Maurice, don't be afraid," the voice replied. And as he watched the whiteness parted, and a beautiful woman approached him. She was smiling down at him, and as she reached him she stooped down to his level.
"I won't hurt you," she smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "Who are you?" he asked again, beginning to like this place, a huge grin coming over his face.
Smiling at him, she laughed, "Stop that! That won't work on me, and I know what you're thinking! So stop that too!"
Unsure now, he turned red, suddenly knowing that she did know exactly what he was thinking, but his grin widened, and he laughed.
"Maurice, you are incurable, come on, get up," she stood, offering her hand to him. Taking it he was immediatly overcome with emotion, and as he stood she laughingly said, "Yes, incurable."
"What are you talking about?" he grinned, "And you still haven't told me who you are, and how do you know me?"
She reached her hand out, stroking his face gently, "I've always known you, and who I am isn't important right now. And you know what I'm talking about, Maurice."
He became still, staring at her, his smile fading, "Why?"
"Because you don't trust," she replied, a soft smile on her face, "because you trust too much. It's as simple as that. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and yet give it to no one who deserves it."
Tears came to his eyes as he heard the truth in her words, it was as if in this place, he could not hide from it.
Nodding, he said nothing.
She continued, "Maurice, there has been much pain in your life, but there has been little real joy. You must open your heart, as well as your eyes. To be so innocent in the heart is good, to be so innnocent in the world, is not. Stop following every skirt, and start looking for the hearts in them. You were not created to do so little, to give so little of yourself. You MUST begin to love, not just use or be used."
"I tried," he exclaimed, "but..."
"I know, but you didn't look beyond the 'skirt' until it was too late, and it cost you dearly. But Maurice there is hope, all is not lost. AND you must move beyond your friend, you must seek another. She is out there, but you will not find her if all you see is your past. You must see your future, and you must take it. Stop waiting for something that can never happen, not because you even want it to, but because it is safer than facing the truth. And that truth is that you don't want her in the first place, you only use her as a shield against real love. And that shield kept you from seeing the truth, you reached out for the first who came along. You must wait, you must see, then, you can reach out, but you haven't and that is why you hurt so many." she stopped, dropping her hand, "Now it's time for you to make a decision."
"What?" he asked quietly, knowing she wasn't asking his opinion on her speech.
"Do you want to see, or do you stay here," she held up their entwined hands, "If you stay, you are welcome here, but if you go, I can promise you better only if you make the effort, but it will NOT be easy, nothing worthwhile ever is there."
Staring into her eyes, he saw his future, smiling again, in fact a huge smile coming over him, he said, "Go".
"Go it is," she laughed, "I knew you would choose rightly, your heart is open now....just make sure your eyes are too!" Then she smacked him on the side of his head lightly, as he laughed, "I'll try."
"Maurice? Maurice wake up!" a voice called to him, "Bosco come on man, wake up, don't you die on Christmas night!"
He opened his eyes slowly, looking around him, red and blue lights flashing on the faces above him, a smile coming over his face.
"Hey, man! Good to see you're still hanging in there!" Doc laughed, as he finished applying the pressure dressing to Bosco's head, "You're trying to give us heart failure aren't you!"
He found he couldn't answer, and the pain was terrible, but he was alive, and for that he was grateful.
Then Faith was over him, "Bos? Oh thank god!" tears were falling from her face, "I thought I'd lost you!"
Looking at her he smiled, whispering, "No, I'm still here, partner."
She grinned now, "Yeah, partner, and friend, always."
Giving a slight nod, "Friends, always," he replied.
Then looking around, he spotted her, standing on the sidewalk with so many others. Some happy he was alive, some aggravated they'd missed out on death's coming this night, but all missing who he saw.
She was smiling at him, then she turned and walked off, and into a building behind her, glancing back once at him, then turning and going inside.
And as Doc and Carlos lifted him into the ambulance, he knew he would return to this place, he had a life to begin, and his beginning might just have walked into that building.
part 3 to be continued soon! Hope you enjoyed!