Talk to Me
Chapter 2
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Yokas followed her partner down the hall toward the locker room. "Bosco! Bosco wait!"
He never looked back. He continued to the locker room. When Bosco reached his locker he parked himself on the bench, and began spinning the dial of his combination lock. Faith watched silently from the end of the row of lockers. "Dammit!" His third attempt at opening the lock, like his first and second, had failed. Bosco took a deep breath, and tried once more. Again he was unsuccessful. "Shit!" The young officer stood up and punched his locker.
Faith moved closer to him. Hoping to intercept him if he decided to punch anything else in the room. She moved slowly. "Bosco?"
He turned on her; fire in his eyes; and pointed an accusing finger at her. "You did this! You set me up!"
She noticed his hand was trembling. "How could you do this to me Faith?!"
"I had to Bosco. You haven't been yourself since that thing with Hobart."
"That thing with Hobart? It was suicide Faith! You don't have to tiptoe around it! The bastard's dead!"
"I thought you needed someone to talk to. I was only doing what I thought was best for you."
"A shrink! I'm not talking to some mental doctor!"
"Well you need to talk to someone Bosco. I can see this is tearing you up."
"I don't need to talk to anyone. I've always done fine on my own!"
"Bosco this is bigger than you. Bottling everything up inside isn't going to help." She saw him gingerly holding the hand he had punched the locker with. "And punching things only creates physical pain to go along with the emotional."
"Just leave me alone!" He was through talking to her. She didn't seem to be hearing him anyway. He just wanted to get away-go somewhere-somewhere he wouldn't have to worry about talking to anyone-a place where no one knew his problems, and no one would look at him funny or whisper "poor Bosco". For a split second he thought about talking to Faith, but then he realized she was just one of those people who was looking at him like any second he was going to shatter.
Faith stood by as her partner once again tried to open his locker. His hand was beginning to swell, and he was blinded by frustration and anger. "Dammit." He whispered, as the lock didn't open. He sat back down on the bench looking defeated. Faith stepped in front of him, and quickly spun the dial-left, right, then back to the left. The lock popped open. Faith walked out of the locker room, and Bosco just stared at the lock.