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Chapter Five: Freinds, Lovers and Life
"You have a suit at the Four Seasons?" Faith looked at Chyanne as they got in the cab and she told the dumbfounded cabby where to go.
"Where did you think I was staying?" Chyanne smiled. "Motel Six?"
"Chyanne, I guess I haven't been keeping up like I should."
"Guess not. I open for Tim McGraw starting in January. I have my own tour scheduled for 2004."
"Your...famous. I guess by the crowd tonight I should of known." Faith looked at Bosco. "And yes I should of told you about her Bosco." Faith wondered if Chyanne was right when she accused her of keeping him from her. They were so much alike. Maybe that's why she got along with Bosco so well.
"Your forgiven. I'm still mad about you giving me the vision of Fred in a speedo though." Faith and Chyanne laughed. The cabby pulled up in frount of the hotel and Chyanne paid him and they got out. "Holy Shit. I never really looked at this place from the front before."
"Yeah, they only let you in the back door Boscorelli?"
"Kinda." He smiled. Nicole's boss had rented a room there once and sneaked him in the employee entrance. They'd done the nasty in the service elevator and the room and snuck out again.
"Let me guess virginal Nicole." He looked at Chyanne.
"Like you never did it any place other then the bed room." Bosco smiled.
"Now there's an understatement. I think I was twenty four and married before I actually did it in a bed." Chyanne looked at Faith. "In the car, in the garage, in the bathroom." She lauged again. "In Faith's dad's den on his leather office chair." Faith laughed too.
"Oh God I forgot about that. Jake and you came in for soda's and you...oh Chyanne you were so bad."
"I've gotten badder. Seems the boys on my tours have been all hot, horney and willing to travel." Faith looked at Chyanne. She was the female version of Bosco. More now they ever before. She stopped at the desk and got her key. "Any messages?"
"Just one. From a Mr. Ryan." The woman handed Seajae the message and the three of them went to the elevator. Chyanne read the message and swore.
"Bad news?"
"No Bosco, good news. But bad timing. My drummer's wife is pregnant. She's been sick and he needs to be home with her. I just needed to get some recording done next week and being the holidays I'm not sure I can find someone to fill in for him."
"What kind of stuff are you recording?"
"Some soft rock,some county, some blues. Why?"
"Nothing too complicated. I can read music."
"That's always a plus." Chyanne got out and her friends followed. "We start on the twenty sixth. I'll give you the address of the studio. It's on sixteenth."
"Okay." They went to the room and Chyanne unlocked the door. Faith looked around the room.
"Chy, this is incredable."
"Yeah well it's a place to lay my head." She threw the key on the table and headed for the bathroom. "Be out in a jif. Help yourself to what ever." She closed the door.
"This is so...big. This room is bigger then my whole apartment."
"Bosco, my bathrooms bigger then your apartment." Faith laughed and twirled around and landed on the huge king size bed. "My whole family can fit on this bed and still have room for guests."
"Over sharing Yokas. I don't want to here about your sex life." Bosco laid next to her. "This is some place. God Faith can you imagin saying in places like this every night?"
"I can't imagin staying in a place like this once in a lifetime."
"Fred never took you to a nice hotel. Wined and dined you?"
"Not anything like this." Bosco looked at her. Faith deserved to have a man treat her to something like this at least once in her life time if not every day.
"Maybe someday......."
"Even if he wanted to we couldn't afford it." Bosco saw something in her eyes. Something he hadn't seen since...she lost the baby. It was a 'what might of been' look.
"Someday Faith...you'll have everything you ever wanted."
"Where's that coming from Bos?"
"I just have a feeling. You'll have the house, the picked fence...the husband who treats you like a queen."
"What, Fred win the lottery and not tell me?" She laughed. Chyanne watched from the bathroom door. Those two had something that Faith and Fred would never have. And if it was the last thing she did she'd make Faith see that Fred wasn't all she wanted in life.
"Okay girls and boys, who wants a drink. Bloody Mary's all around?"
"What the hell. Let's live a little Yokas."
"I'm not holding your head while you puke up your breakfeast Bosco."
"I'd do it for you."
"What a partner you got there Faith. Good looking and willing to hold your head while you puke your guts out." Chyanne handed out drinks. "Where can I find a guy like him."
"Right here. I'm free, white , and single." He winked at Chyanne. She looked at him and thought.. 'And in love with my best friend.'
"Yeah well I might just take you up on that." She watched the emotion on Faith's face. She wasn't jelous but close to it. "I'll get you the sandard roadie ap before you leave."
"So you do all your rodies? Or do you have some sort of standards."
"Breathing is good." Faith laughed.
"Same old Chyanne."
"You better be using the word old loosly my friend." Chyanne looked at her drink. "I really haven't had much time to party if you know what I mean." She smiled. "I had a good time on the way up but now that I'm here I want to consentrate on staying here."
"Chyanne?" Faith put her hand on her freinds shoulder.
"You want me to go for a walk?" Bosco asked.
"No. We're all freinds here right?" She took a long swollow of her drink. "I'm not really capable of love since...well since Holly died. Hell I have trouble not feeling quilty when I'm happy, let alone...well you can guess." She looked at Faith. "Maybe I sould find a good therapest while I'm in town."
"You've got two of the best right. We solve each other's problems all the time." Bosco looked at Chyanne. "And we're as sain as they come." They all laughed.
"The truth be told I've been numb for the last seven years. Faith your the only one of my friends I've stayed in touch with. I let everything slide but my music. I drank for a while, smoked too much and.....slept around. But then I came to realize that I can abuse myself till I die and it wouldn't bring Holly back. So I thew myself into my music."
"Where the hell was I when all this was happening?"
"Living your life with Fred. Raising a family. Doing a job you love and doing it with a partner that has a fine ass." She laughed.
"Chyanne Rose Mattews!"
"What you don't think Bosco's got a nice ass?"
"I don't think of Bosco, period."
"Thanks Faith....." He laughed.
"You know what I mean, not like that. I don't think about your ass or any other part of your anatomy."
"Should I be offended?" He looked at Chyanne.
"No. She only sees in Fred-o-vision." She mixed a another drink. "She's had blinders on since the day they met."
"Like you wern't that way with Jake."
"I learned that Jake Yokas was all smoke and mirrors a long time ago."
"You still talk to him."
"I talk him out of blowing his brains out every year about this time but that's it. If it wasn't for the fact that Fred would make your life a living hell if he died I'd stop talking to his drunk ass."
"You don't think he hurts too? Holly was his daughter too."
"No she wasn't. She was mine. He had no claims on her the minute he spent three days with that bitch while I was watching my little girl die." She slamed the drink she had just made. "Welcome to the Yokas family fucking tree Boscorelli. At least Fred quit drinking."
"I thought you did too." Bosco's voice was only a wisper.
"Yeah but you know sometimes nothing breaks a fall like a cocktail." Chyanne looked at Faith. "Maybe Fred almost dieing was the best thing for you. Now he'll get his head out of his ass and make some sort of life for you."
"I have a life Chyanne. And I know how you feel about Fred but this bitterness is getting kinda old."
"I'm not bitter. I want Fred Yokas to make you happy Faith Marie. I want him to do all the things we talked about as kids. Remember. He was going to take you to Paris and show you the Eiffle Tower. What ever happen to that promise? Huh?"
"Life happened Chyanne. Yours and mine."
"Well at least we know who got the better brother. You got two kids and bills to pay and I got a dead kid and a suisidal ex." Chyanne lifted her glass. "Here's to the winner. Faith Marie Yokas...."
"Chyanne...." Faith went to her. Chyanne pushed her away and Bosco caught a hold of her arm.
"That's enough. I know you two have been friends thirty years but no one talks to Faith that way, not even you."
"Why don't you fight for her Bosco. Make her see what he really is."
"Fred may be a lot of things and he may not treat her the way I think she should be treated but the man loves her and supports her. He's a good father and most of the time he's a good husband to her."
"So your saying he hasn't laid a hand on her in what like nine years? Has he Faith. Has Fred hit you since that day?" Bosco looked at Faith. "You never told him that Fred used to smack you around? Who's the good husband now?"
"He hasn't laid a hand on me since....."
"Since Holly's funeral?"
"Sure."
"He hit you at your niece's funeral?" Bosco looked at Faith.
"We were all upset...."
"Faith?" Bosco looked at her. "Don't lie. He's hit you since." Bosco swung around and hit his hand on his forhead. "How could I of missed it. All the times you were early for work, you had to get dressed before anyone else got there. The....accidents. Faith, why didn't you tell me?"
"It was something I don't share with anybody. Not you, not Chyanne. It's something I deal with."
"You shouldn't have to." Bosco took the last of his drink and headed out to the belconing to cool down. He needed answers from Faith but now wasn't the time for them.
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"You never told him Fred hit you?"
"He grew up in a bad situation. I didn't want to bring back memories."
"You didn't want to bring up memories? Faith Marie." Chyanne got up. "You told me he'd stopped."
"Only when he drinks Chy, And since the heart attack he's been angelic."
"Tell that to the man who's been standing beside you for the last eight years. The man who told you everything and you kept something like this from him. Faith he's in love with you. Can't you see that?" Faith looked though the door at her partner, her friend. The glass she was holding slipped though her fingers. Chyanne was right about a lot of things...but this. The glass shattered to the ground. Bosco looked up at the sound and Faith saw it. The anger, the hurt, the love. When the hell did it happen and how the hell hadn't she noticed.
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Chapter Five: Freinds, Lovers and Life
"You have a suit at the Four Seasons?" Faith looked at Chyanne as they got in the cab and she told the dumbfounded cabby where to go.
"Where did you think I was staying?" Chyanne smiled. "Motel Six?"
"Chyanne, I guess I haven't been keeping up like I should."
"Guess not. I open for Tim McGraw starting in January. I have my own tour scheduled for 2004."
"Your...famous. I guess by the crowd tonight I should of known." Faith looked at Bosco. "And yes I should of told you about her Bosco." Faith wondered if Chyanne was right when she accused her of keeping him from her. They were so much alike. Maybe that's why she got along with Bosco so well.
"Your forgiven. I'm still mad about you giving me the vision of Fred in a speedo though." Faith and Chyanne laughed. The cabby pulled up in frount of the hotel and Chyanne paid him and they got out. "Holy Shit. I never really looked at this place from the front before."
"Yeah, they only let you in the back door Boscorelli?"
"Kinda." He smiled. Nicole's boss had rented a room there once and sneaked him in the employee entrance. They'd done the nasty in the service elevator and the room and snuck out again.
"Let me guess virginal Nicole." He looked at Chyanne.
"Like you never did it any place other then the bed room." Bosco smiled.
"Now there's an understatement. I think I was twenty four and married before I actually did it in a bed." Chyanne looked at Faith. "In the car, in the garage, in the bathroom." She lauged again. "In Faith's dad's den on his leather office chair." Faith laughed too.
"Oh God I forgot about that. Jake and you came in for soda's and you...oh Chyanne you were so bad."
"I've gotten badder. Seems the boys on my tours have been all hot, horney and willing to travel." Faith looked at Chyanne. She was the female version of Bosco. More now they ever before. She stopped at the desk and got her key. "Any messages?"
"Just one. From a Mr. Ryan." The woman handed Seajae the message and the three of them went to the elevator. Chyanne read the message and swore.
"Bad news?"
"No Bosco, good news. But bad timing. My drummer's wife is pregnant. She's been sick and he needs to be home with her. I just needed to get some recording done next week and being the holidays I'm not sure I can find someone to fill in for him."
"What kind of stuff are you recording?"
"Some soft rock,some county, some blues. Why?"
"Nothing too complicated. I can read music."
"That's always a plus." Chyanne got out and her friends followed. "We start on the twenty sixth. I'll give you the address of the studio. It's on sixteenth."
"Okay." They went to the room and Chyanne unlocked the door. Faith looked around the room.
"Chy, this is incredable."
"Yeah well it's a place to lay my head." She threw the key on the table and headed for the bathroom. "Be out in a jif. Help yourself to what ever." She closed the door.
"This is so...big. This room is bigger then my whole apartment."
"Bosco, my bathrooms bigger then your apartment." Faith laughed and twirled around and landed on the huge king size bed. "My whole family can fit on this bed and still have room for guests."
"Over sharing Yokas. I don't want to here about your sex life." Bosco laid next to her. "This is some place. God Faith can you imagin saying in places like this every night?"
"I can't imagin staying in a place like this once in a lifetime."
"Fred never took you to a nice hotel. Wined and dined you?"
"Not anything like this." Bosco looked at her. Faith deserved to have a man treat her to something like this at least once in her life time if not every day.
"Maybe someday......."
"Even if he wanted to we couldn't afford it." Bosco saw something in her eyes. Something he hadn't seen since...she lost the baby. It was a 'what might of been' look.
"Someday Faith...you'll have everything you ever wanted."
"Where's that coming from Bos?"
"I just have a feeling. You'll have the house, the picked fence...the husband who treats you like a queen."
"What, Fred win the lottery and not tell me?" She laughed. Chyanne watched from the bathroom door. Those two had something that Faith and Fred would never have. And if it was the last thing she did she'd make Faith see that Fred wasn't all she wanted in life.
"Okay girls and boys, who wants a drink. Bloody Mary's all around?"
"What the hell. Let's live a little Yokas."
"I'm not holding your head while you puke up your breakfeast Bosco."
"I'd do it for you."
"What a partner you got there Faith. Good looking and willing to hold your head while you puke your guts out." Chyanne handed out drinks. "Where can I find a guy like him."
"Right here. I'm free, white , and single." He winked at Chyanne. She looked at him and thought.. 'And in love with my best friend.'
"Yeah well I might just take you up on that." She watched the emotion on Faith's face. She wasn't jelous but close to it. "I'll get you the sandard roadie ap before you leave."
"So you do all your rodies? Or do you have some sort of standards."
"Breathing is good." Faith laughed.
"Same old Chyanne."
"You better be using the word old loosly my friend." Chyanne looked at her drink. "I really haven't had much time to party if you know what I mean." She smiled. "I had a good time on the way up but now that I'm here I want to consentrate on staying here."
"Chyanne?" Faith put her hand on her freinds shoulder.
"You want me to go for a walk?" Bosco asked.
"No. We're all freinds here right?" She took a long swollow of her drink. "I'm not really capable of love since...well since Holly died. Hell I have trouble not feeling quilty when I'm happy, let alone...well you can guess." She looked at Faith. "Maybe I sould find a good therapest while I'm in town."
"You've got two of the best right. We solve each other's problems all the time." Bosco looked at Chyanne. "And we're as sain as they come." They all laughed.
"The truth be told I've been numb for the last seven years. Faith your the only one of my friends I've stayed in touch with. I let everything slide but my music. I drank for a while, smoked too much and.....slept around. But then I came to realize that I can abuse myself till I die and it wouldn't bring Holly back. So I thew myself into my music."
"Where the hell was I when all this was happening?"
"Living your life with Fred. Raising a family. Doing a job you love and doing it with a partner that has a fine ass." She laughed.
"Chyanne Rose Mattews!"
"What you don't think Bosco's got a nice ass?"
"I don't think of Bosco, period."
"Thanks Faith....." He laughed.
"You know what I mean, not like that. I don't think about your ass or any other part of your anatomy."
"Should I be offended?" He looked at Chyanne.
"No. She only sees in Fred-o-vision." She mixed a another drink. "She's had blinders on since the day they met."
"Like you wern't that way with Jake."
"I learned that Jake Yokas was all smoke and mirrors a long time ago."
"You still talk to him."
"I talk him out of blowing his brains out every year about this time but that's it. If it wasn't for the fact that Fred would make your life a living hell if he died I'd stop talking to his drunk ass."
"You don't think he hurts too? Holly was his daughter too."
"No she wasn't. She was mine. He had no claims on her the minute he spent three days with that bitch while I was watching my little girl die." She slamed the drink she had just made. "Welcome to the Yokas family fucking tree Boscorelli. At least Fred quit drinking."
"I thought you did too." Bosco's voice was only a wisper.
"Yeah but you know sometimes nothing breaks a fall like a cocktail." Chyanne looked at Faith. "Maybe Fred almost dieing was the best thing for you. Now he'll get his head out of his ass and make some sort of life for you."
"I have a life Chyanne. And I know how you feel about Fred but this bitterness is getting kinda old."
"I'm not bitter. I want Fred Yokas to make you happy Faith Marie. I want him to do all the things we talked about as kids. Remember. He was going to take you to Paris and show you the Eiffle Tower. What ever happen to that promise? Huh?"
"Life happened Chyanne. Yours and mine."
"Well at least we know who got the better brother. You got two kids and bills to pay and I got a dead kid and a suisidal ex." Chyanne lifted her glass. "Here's to the winner. Faith Marie Yokas...."
"Chyanne...." Faith went to her. Chyanne pushed her away and Bosco caught a hold of her arm.
"That's enough. I know you two have been friends thirty years but no one talks to Faith that way, not even you."
"Why don't you fight for her Bosco. Make her see what he really is."
"Fred may be a lot of things and he may not treat her the way I think she should be treated but the man loves her and supports her. He's a good father and most of the time he's a good husband to her."
"So your saying he hasn't laid a hand on her in what like nine years? Has he Faith. Has Fred hit you since that day?" Bosco looked at Faith. "You never told him that Fred used to smack you around? Who's the good husband now?"
"He hasn't laid a hand on me since....."
"Since Holly's funeral?"
"Sure."
"He hit you at your niece's funeral?" Bosco looked at Faith.
"We were all upset...."
"Faith?" Bosco looked at her. "Don't lie. He's hit you since." Bosco swung around and hit his hand on his forhead. "How could I of missed it. All the times you were early for work, you had to get dressed before anyone else got there. The....accidents. Faith, why didn't you tell me?"
"It was something I don't share with anybody. Not you, not Chyanne. It's something I deal with."
"You shouldn't have to." Bosco took the last of his drink and headed out to the belconing to cool down. He needed answers from Faith but now wasn't the time for them.
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"You never told him Fred hit you?"
"He grew up in a bad situation. I didn't want to bring back memories."
"You didn't want to bring up memories? Faith Marie." Chyanne got up. "You told me he'd stopped."
"Only when he drinks Chy, And since the heart attack he's been angelic."
"Tell that to the man who's been standing beside you for the last eight years. The man who told you everything and you kept something like this from him. Faith he's in love with you. Can't you see that?" Faith looked though the door at her partner, her friend. The glass she was holding slipped though her fingers. Chyanne was right about a lot of things...but this. The glass shattered to the ground. Bosco looked up at the sound and Faith saw it. The anger, the hurt, the love. When the hell did it happen and how the hell hadn't she noticed.