Authors note: This chapter is short I know, but I am lacking the inspiration to write, so I thought that I'd write more of this fic in hopes that I will overcome this writer's block. Lots of drama to come though. I have great ideas for this story ;)
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Bosco quietly opened the door to his room. When he peered in he saw that his sister was fast asleep on his bed. He walked over quietly and pulled the covers over her.
He looked over to his window and noticed that the curtains were moving. He cautiously, but quietly walked over to the curtains. He felt a cool breeze and was relieved to know it was only the wind that caused the movement. He shut the window and made sure it was locked, crept to the door, took one long look at his sleeping sister, and shut the door.
Bosco picked up the phone. It wasn't too late and he knew his mom would still be working at the bar. He dialled the number and waited. After a couple of rings a familiar voice picked up.
"Hey Ma." Bosco said.
"Maurice! What are you doing calling so late?" Bosco's mom asked.
"It's not THAT late Ma. I, uh….I think you should know what I did today." Bosco started.
"If its anything bad, I don't want to hear!" Mrs. Boscorelli said.
"No. It's nothing bad. I went to a school today. Faith and I responded to a fight. There were two girls, and one…..is your baby." Bosco said. "I brought her home. She's sleeping, but she's home."
There was complete silence on the other end.
"Ma?? You still there?" Bosco asked, getting concerned. He knew this is a big shock to his mother, but he didn't want her to pass out on him.
"Oh my lord. You sure it's her?"
"Yeah. Her name is Ashley. She was just as surprised as I was. It's still a little awkward, but she'll be fine." Bosco said.
"I want to see her. I want to see my baby." Mrs. Boscorellie said.
"Tomorrow. I'll bring her by your house. I'll bring her in the morning before I go to work. You and her can spend the whole day together." Bosco said.
"That sounds wonderful. Did you find out where she was all this time." Mrs. Boscorelli asked.
"Yeah. Remember Mrs. Smith? From the daycare?" Bosco asked.
"Yes I do."
"Ashley was there the whole time. A couple blocks away from the station. Ashley doesn't want me to press charges. She says that even though Mrs. Smith did commit a crime, she still had a good life there." Bosco said.
"I don't know. To think that she was close all this time. I could have past her on the street." Mrs. Boscorelli said.
"Yeah, but listen, I gotta go. I have an early shift tomorrow and need my sleep." Bosco said. "Good night mom."
"Night dear. See you tomorrow!"
Bosco hung up the phone and laid down on the couch. He stared at the ceiling for awhile before his eyes got heavy and he was lulled into a deep sleep.
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Bosco quietly opened the door to his room. When he peered in he saw that his sister was fast asleep on his bed. He walked over quietly and pulled the covers over her.
He looked over to his window and noticed that the curtains were moving. He cautiously, but quietly walked over to the curtains. He felt a cool breeze and was relieved to know it was only the wind that caused the movement. He shut the window and made sure it was locked, crept to the door, took one long look at his sleeping sister, and shut the door.
Bosco picked up the phone. It wasn't too late and he knew his mom would still be working at the bar. He dialled the number and waited. After a couple of rings a familiar voice picked up.
"Hey Ma." Bosco said.
"Maurice! What are you doing calling so late?" Bosco's mom asked.
"It's not THAT late Ma. I, uh….I think you should know what I did today." Bosco started.
"If its anything bad, I don't want to hear!" Mrs. Boscorelli said.
"No. It's nothing bad. I went to a school today. Faith and I responded to a fight. There were two girls, and one…..is your baby." Bosco said. "I brought her home. She's sleeping, but she's home."
There was complete silence on the other end.
"Ma?? You still there?" Bosco asked, getting concerned. He knew this is a big shock to his mother, but he didn't want her to pass out on him.
"Oh my lord. You sure it's her?"
"Yeah. Her name is Ashley. She was just as surprised as I was. It's still a little awkward, but she'll be fine." Bosco said.
"I want to see her. I want to see my baby." Mrs. Boscorellie said.
"Tomorrow. I'll bring her by your house. I'll bring her in the morning before I go to work. You and her can spend the whole day together." Bosco said.
"That sounds wonderful. Did you find out where she was all this time." Mrs. Boscorelli asked.
"Yeah. Remember Mrs. Smith? From the daycare?" Bosco asked.
"Yes I do."
"Ashley was there the whole time. A couple blocks away from the station. Ashley doesn't want me to press charges. She says that even though Mrs. Smith did commit a crime, she still had a good life there." Bosco said.
"I don't know. To think that she was close all this time. I could have past her on the street." Mrs. Boscorelli said.
"Yeah, but listen, I gotta go. I have an early shift tomorrow and need my sleep." Bosco said. "Good night mom."
"Night dear. See you tomorrow!"
Bosco hung up the phone and laid down on the couch. He stared at the ceiling for awhile before his eyes got heavy and he was lulled into a deep sleep.