Title: Test of Time (4/12)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 4
The mourners gathered in silence before the black casket as the priest recited the last rites. Among those gathered were Bosco, his mother and her closest friends, Faith, Sully and Ty. As the priest recited from the Bible held in his hands, Bosco noticed a lone figure approach the group and felt his jaw clench in anger. He felt his hands clench by his side and willed himself to remain calm until the service was over. The casket containing the remains of his brother was gently lowered into the ground and he automatically found himself thanking everyone for showing up, their words of comfort and condolences doing nothing to ease the void and anger inside of him. He waited until everyone had left, with the exception of Faith and his mother who were talking quietly together a few yards away, before approaching the man. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Bosco asked, anger tainting his words as he tried to keep his temper in check.
"What do you mean what am I doing? I'm paying my last respects to my son." The man said as he looked into the stormy eyes of his eldest.
"What, all of a sudden you decided to grow a conscious? You never gave a thought to us in the past. Now, all of a sudden you decide that you want to be a father? You're only 27 fucking years too late dad!" Bosco shouted at his father. "You never cared about us. You were never there for us when we needed you and when you were around we wished that you weren't because all you did was make our lives a living hell. You did nothing but screw up all of our lives. You weren't happy just messing up yours; no you had to make sure that you destroyed everyone else's in the process. Because, you weren't satisfied until everyone was as unhappy as you."
Mr. Boscorelli shook his head at his son before speaking. "Sure, Maurice. Blame me for everything that's wrong in your life." His father said, staring at his eldest in disdain. "How about the fact that you helped to kill your brother?" The accusation hung in the air and quickly caught the attention of Faith and Angela as they took in the confrontation.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bosco hissed but he had visibly paled at what his father had just said.
"Oh come on, Maurice," His father said, his voice filled with scorn. "You're a mighty big police officer, saving the world and all that crap. Why don't you try using your brain for once, huh? You ever think that if Mikey hadn't been arrested that night none of this would have happened? Mikey was terrified after he was released, he was trying to lay low but he knew that there could be a fallout. Congratulations son, you helped to kill your own brother."
"What the hell is going on here?!" Angela Boscorelli demanded as she ran towards her son and ex-husband, Faith quickly in tow. "Mikey was mugged." She told him.
"Oh, come on Angela, why don't you open your eyes?" He said, still not taking his gaze off of his son.
"Maurice?" Angela said, taking in her son's demeanor. She could see that he had visibly paled, and a suspicious feeling overcame her.
"Don't you dare accuse me of killing Mikey!" Bosco shouted, his face now red with anger. "If you hadn't fucked us all up, Mikey would never have gotten into drugs in the first place to try and forget all the shit you put us through growing up. So don't you fucking dare accuse me of anything!" Bosco yelled, lunging towards his father. Faith stepped between the two, trying to intervene, just as Bosco's fist swung back to hit his father. Faith managed to move away just in time, the blow connecting with the air. Bosco visibly paled as the implications of what had just happened hit him. He had almost hit Faith; he had almost hit a woman. They stared at each other for several seconds, shock and surprise registering on both of their faces.
"Well, well son. Looks like you're a lot more like your old man than you like to admit." The taunting words coming from Mr. Boscorelli caused their gaze to be broken. Bosco quickly looked at them all before turning around and making his way out of the cemetery.
"Get the hell out of here, you goddamn son of a bitch before I call the police and have you physically removed. You have a lot of nerve coming here today." Angela said, glaring at her ex-husband before turning on her heels and going off in search of her son, leaving Faith and Mr. Boscorelli standing alone by the newly dug grave. She looked at him for a few moments, disgust clearly written on her features before he finally turned around and left. She watched him get into his car and take off before turning back. She could see Angela Boscorelli as she quickly made her way towards her son, who was at the other end of the cemetery.
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"Maurice. Maurice Boscorelli." His mother called out as she tried to catch up to her son. "Hold it right there." Her stern voice said, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around and looked into her eyes, seeing the unanswered questions and suspicion reflected in them. "Is that true?"
"Mom -" Bosco began before he was cut off.
"Is what your father said true? Was your brother killed because of what happened when he was arrested? Answer me, dammit!" She screamed at him, her worst fears coming to light. Accusation clearly reflected in her eyes.
"I don't know." Bosco said, pain tingeing his words. He knew Mikey had given him a name before he had died and that it was a definite possibility, but he didn't have much time to concentrate on it until now, being too busy with the funeral arrangements. And, truth be told, he was scared. Scared that maybe it was true, that he was guilty of helping to kill his own brother. Angela took in the guilt and uncertainty strewn across his face and took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak once more.
"God, it's true, isn't it? You're responsible for my son's death." She cried, backing away in disbelief at what she had just learned. "I ... I -" She said before turning away in horror. She quickly made her way out of the cemetery; unable to deal with the consequences of what she had just learned. She left her son standing alone, his head hung in shame, unshed tears making his vision blur as he watched her leave.
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Faith slowly made her way to her partner who was standing by himself in the middle of the cemetery. "Bos?" She asked as she slowly approached him. "Bos, what happened?" She asked, clearly concerned.
"Nothing." He said softly as he stuck his hands in his coat pockets and made his way towards his car.
"Bosco, look, I know how hard this must be for you. If you need someone to -" Faith began before she was interrupted by her very pissed off partner.
"No you don't know, Faith. You don't fucking know anything! I helped kill my brother. If I hadn't arrested Mikey none of this would have happened. My mother hates me and wants nothing to do with me. How the fuck would you possibly know what I am going through? You don't know anything about me, my life, or what I'm going through so stop fucking patronizing me. Just leave me the hell alone!" He said, storming out of the cemetery, leaving her standing alone and dumbfounded in the bitter cold.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 4
The mourners gathered in silence before the black casket as the priest recited the last rites. Among those gathered were Bosco, his mother and her closest friends, Faith, Sully and Ty. As the priest recited from the Bible held in his hands, Bosco noticed a lone figure approach the group and felt his jaw clench in anger. He felt his hands clench by his side and willed himself to remain calm until the service was over. The casket containing the remains of his brother was gently lowered into the ground and he automatically found himself thanking everyone for showing up, their words of comfort and condolences doing nothing to ease the void and anger inside of him. He waited until everyone had left, with the exception of Faith and his mother who were talking quietly together a few yards away, before approaching the man. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Bosco asked, anger tainting his words as he tried to keep his temper in check.
"What do you mean what am I doing? I'm paying my last respects to my son." The man said as he looked into the stormy eyes of his eldest.
"What, all of a sudden you decided to grow a conscious? You never gave a thought to us in the past. Now, all of a sudden you decide that you want to be a father? You're only 27 fucking years too late dad!" Bosco shouted at his father. "You never cared about us. You were never there for us when we needed you and when you were around we wished that you weren't because all you did was make our lives a living hell. You did nothing but screw up all of our lives. You weren't happy just messing up yours; no you had to make sure that you destroyed everyone else's in the process. Because, you weren't satisfied until everyone was as unhappy as you."
Mr. Boscorelli shook his head at his son before speaking. "Sure, Maurice. Blame me for everything that's wrong in your life." His father said, staring at his eldest in disdain. "How about the fact that you helped to kill your brother?" The accusation hung in the air and quickly caught the attention of Faith and Angela as they took in the confrontation.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bosco hissed but he had visibly paled at what his father had just said.
"Oh come on, Maurice," His father said, his voice filled with scorn. "You're a mighty big police officer, saving the world and all that crap. Why don't you try using your brain for once, huh? You ever think that if Mikey hadn't been arrested that night none of this would have happened? Mikey was terrified after he was released, he was trying to lay low but he knew that there could be a fallout. Congratulations son, you helped to kill your own brother."
"What the hell is going on here?!" Angela Boscorelli demanded as she ran towards her son and ex-husband, Faith quickly in tow. "Mikey was mugged." She told him.
"Oh, come on Angela, why don't you open your eyes?" He said, still not taking his gaze off of his son.
"Maurice?" Angela said, taking in her son's demeanor. She could see that he had visibly paled, and a suspicious feeling overcame her.
"Don't you dare accuse me of killing Mikey!" Bosco shouted, his face now red with anger. "If you hadn't fucked us all up, Mikey would never have gotten into drugs in the first place to try and forget all the shit you put us through growing up. So don't you fucking dare accuse me of anything!" Bosco yelled, lunging towards his father. Faith stepped between the two, trying to intervene, just as Bosco's fist swung back to hit his father. Faith managed to move away just in time, the blow connecting with the air. Bosco visibly paled as the implications of what had just happened hit him. He had almost hit Faith; he had almost hit a woman. They stared at each other for several seconds, shock and surprise registering on both of their faces.
"Well, well son. Looks like you're a lot more like your old man than you like to admit." The taunting words coming from Mr. Boscorelli caused their gaze to be broken. Bosco quickly looked at them all before turning around and making his way out of the cemetery.
"Get the hell out of here, you goddamn son of a bitch before I call the police and have you physically removed. You have a lot of nerve coming here today." Angela said, glaring at her ex-husband before turning on her heels and going off in search of her son, leaving Faith and Mr. Boscorelli standing alone by the newly dug grave. She looked at him for a few moments, disgust clearly written on her features before he finally turned around and left. She watched him get into his car and take off before turning back. She could see Angela Boscorelli as she quickly made her way towards her son, who was at the other end of the cemetery.
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"Maurice. Maurice Boscorelli." His mother called out as she tried to catch up to her son. "Hold it right there." Her stern voice said, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around and looked into her eyes, seeing the unanswered questions and suspicion reflected in them. "Is that true?"
"Mom -" Bosco began before he was cut off.
"Is what your father said true? Was your brother killed because of what happened when he was arrested? Answer me, dammit!" She screamed at him, her worst fears coming to light. Accusation clearly reflected in her eyes.
"I don't know." Bosco said, pain tingeing his words. He knew Mikey had given him a name before he had died and that it was a definite possibility, but he didn't have much time to concentrate on it until now, being too busy with the funeral arrangements. And, truth be told, he was scared. Scared that maybe it was true, that he was guilty of helping to kill his own brother. Angela took in the guilt and uncertainty strewn across his face and took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak once more.
"God, it's true, isn't it? You're responsible for my son's death." She cried, backing away in disbelief at what she had just learned. "I ... I -" She said before turning away in horror. She quickly made her way out of the cemetery; unable to deal with the consequences of what she had just learned. She left her son standing alone, his head hung in shame, unshed tears making his vision blur as he watched her leave.
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Faith slowly made her way to her partner who was standing by himself in the middle of the cemetery. "Bos?" She asked as she slowly approached him. "Bos, what happened?" She asked, clearly concerned.
"Nothing." He said softly as he stuck his hands in his coat pockets and made his way towards his car.
"Bosco, look, I know how hard this must be for you. If you need someone to -" Faith began before she was interrupted by her very pissed off partner.
"No you don't know, Faith. You don't fucking know anything! I helped kill my brother. If I hadn't arrested Mikey none of this would have happened. My mother hates me and wants nothing to do with me. How the fuck would you possibly know what I am going through? You don't know anything about me, my life, or what I'm going through so stop fucking patronizing me. Just leave me the hell alone!" He said, storming out of the cemetery, leaving her standing alone and dumbfounded in the bitter cold.