Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters recognized with the show but
any you don't recognize are my own.
Author's note: Please Review it makes me feel guilty for not finishing the story and eventually I get around to writing another part, but not if you guys don't review. I also do not pretend to know anything about medical stuff so if it's wrong and it's bothering you write to me and I'll fix it.
Spoilers: Themes discussed in Childhood memories.
Summary: Explains why Bosco's dad doesn't know his son, and when his parents split.
Rating: PG for violence and child abuse
E-Mail: daily_juice@hotmail.com Author's Apology for being a slack bastard: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to keep going with the story but I'm a bit of a slack bastard.
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" Michael you have to take him back to the hospital" Rose Boscorelli begged her husband pulling on his arm trying to make him listen to her,
" Yeah right and when the little bastard wakes up and starts telling everyone who can listen that his Dad gave him a whipping what's going to happen then? " Michael shouted at his wife who already had a bloody lip from the conversation they had been having for the past hour ever since he had brought Maurice home from the hospital.
" How do you think you're going to survive if they put me in Jail Rose? You got no job, no education and no family, I'm all you got and if I go then you and those two rats are going to starve to death." Michael sneered and whirled around to face his younger son who had cautiously entered the room
" What the hell do you want? " Michael roared and advanced on his youngest Mickey, Mickey back peddled until he was pressed against a wall
" Mo's awake Daddy, you told me to tell you when Mo woke up" Mickey blurted out quickly moving along the wall towards his Mother.
" Get the hell outta my sight" Michael roared and Mickey scrambled from the room, Michael looked across at his wife who was moving towards her son's bedroom,
" Where do you think you're going? "
" Michael he might need something" Rose pleaded and her husband shook his head
" He'll be fine but I'm out of beer go get me some beer and when you get back maybe I'll let you look after the little rat" Michael ordered her and Rose shook her head, it was just a little movement but immediately Rose's husband was advancing towards her
" What was that? You defying me after all I've done for you, you would defy me? " His voice was ice cold and his movements were slow as he moved towards Rose eventually coming to a stop only a couple of feet from where she was standing.
" I'm staying here and looking after my baby" She told him her voice trembling from fear, Michael's hand shot out and struck her across the face with such force that it sent her crashing to the dirty floor of the apartment.
" After all I've done for you, After all the overtime I've worked so that you could have a roof over your head and you won't go out and get me one stinking 6-pack of beer" Michael roared standing over his wife who lay on the floor sobbing, blood ran from the corner of her mouth and tears ran from her eyes.
" Leave her alone" A weak voice shouted and Michael turned suddenly, standing in the doorway to his bedroom was his oldest son Maurice. Maurice was leaning against the doorframe his face pale and sweaty and his teeth gritted in pain. Taking a deep breath Maurice staggered into the room and Michael stood frozen as he watched his son make his way slowly and painfully across the floor until he was standing a little hunched over in front of his Mother, blocking her from her husband.
" Leave her alone? Are you telling me to leave her alone?" Michael asked his boy his voice dripping with venom and Maurice swallowed and nodded
" You better get out of here, I told Rob and Dave everything about where we lived and who you were and they said that they were going to come and arrest you so you better get out of here before they come" Maurice got out his voice coming out raspy with the shallow breathes he was taking in order to try and control the pain he was in.
" You told the cops where I live? " Michael asked and he looked around " You know Maurice the cops only come out to help people they care about and no one cares about you so my guess is that the cops ain't coming"
" They'll come and you better be gone when they get here" Bosco said defiantly and Michael laughed
" Oh well I better go pack my bags then, I'd better run away cause I'm so scared" He said mocking his son, he moved a step towards his son
" No one's coming to arrest me and you better start showing me some respect boy or I'll make what I did to you last night seem like the best night of your life. " He pushed Bosco in the shoulder and sent him falling into Rose's lap. Rose grabbed a hold of her son gently stopping him from rising again.
" Ma let me go " Bosco grunted squirming in his Mother's grasp,
" Just stop it Maurice don't you see you're just going to make everything worse " Rose told her son and Bosco stopped squirming
" I'm not making it worse Ma. I'm trying to make it right" He said staring at his Father.
" That's it you little rat" Michael yelled pulling his belt from the waistband of his pants
" No Michael!" Rose screamed as the first blow came, and using her body she shielded her son from the crack of the leather.
" Dammit Rose you'll get yours soon enough" Michael yelled and then stopped suddenly as there was a knock on the door, Bosco peered out from underneath his Mother
" I told you Dad," He said proudly and Michael kicked out with a heavy boot, Rose screamed as the boot connected with her shoulder.
" It's the police open the door " A voice called out from outside the house,
" Quiet " Michael ordered and he walked down the hallway towards the bedroom, there was the sound of rummaging and the Michael returned carrying a hand gun.
" I'm coming " Michael yelled towards the door and has he passed his wife and son he smiled at them,
" Dad no " Bosco whispered tears springing to his small eyes.
" This is your fault Maurice and later you'll get yours " Michael said harshly and walked out towards the front door, the gun held firmly in his hand.
Author's note: Please Review it makes me feel guilty for not finishing the story and eventually I get around to writing another part, but not if you guys don't review. I also do not pretend to know anything about medical stuff so if it's wrong and it's bothering you write to me and I'll fix it.
Spoilers: Themes discussed in Childhood memories.
Summary: Explains why Bosco's dad doesn't know his son, and when his parents split.
Rating: PG for violence and child abuse
E-Mail: daily_juice@hotmail.com Author's Apology for being a slack bastard: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to keep going with the story but I'm a bit of a slack bastard.
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" Michael you have to take him back to the hospital" Rose Boscorelli begged her husband pulling on his arm trying to make him listen to her,
" Yeah right and when the little bastard wakes up and starts telling everyone who can listen that his Dad gave him a whipping what's going to happen then? " Michael shouted at his wife who already had a bloody lip from the conversation they had been having for the past hour ever since he had brought Maurice home from the hospital.
" How do you think you're going to survive if they put me in Jail Rose? You got no job, no education and no family, I'm all you got and if I go then you and those two rats are going to starve to death." Michael sneered and whirled around to face his younger son who had cautiously entered the room
" What the hell do you want? " Michael roared and advanced on his youngest Mickey, Mickey back peddled until he was pressed against a wall
" Mo's awake Daddy, you told me to tell you when Mo woke up" Mickey blurted out quickly moving along the wall towards his Mother.
" Get the hell outta my sight" Michael roared and Mickey scrambled from the room, Michael looked across at his wife who was moving towards her son's bedroom,
" Where do you think you're going? "
" Michael he might need something" Rose pleaded and her husband shook his head
" He'll be fine but I'm out of beer go get me some beer and when you get back maybe I'll let you look after the little rat" Michael ordered her and Rose shook her head, it was just a little movement but immediately Rose's husband was advancing towards her
" What was that? You defying me after all I've done for you, you would defy me? " His voice was ice cold and his movements were slow as he moved towards Rose eventually coming to a stop only a couple of feet from where she was standing.
" I'm staying here and looking after my baby" She told him her voice trembling from fear, Michael's hand shot out and struck her across the face with such force that it sent her crashing to the dirty floor of the apartment.
" After all I've done for you, After all the overtime I've worked so that you could have a roof over your head and you won't go out and get me one stinking 6-pack of beer" Michael roared standing over his wife who lay on the floor sobbing, blood ran from the corner of her mouth and tears ran from her eyes.
" Leave her alone" A weak voice shouted and Michael turned suddenly, standing in the doorway to his bedroom was his oldest son Maurice. Maurice was leaning against the doorframe his face pale and sweaty and his teeth gritted in pain. Taking a deep breath Maurice staggered into the room and Michael stood frozen as he watched his son make his way slowly and painfully across the floor until he was standing a little hunched over in front of his Mother, blocking her from her husband.
" Leave her alone? Are you telling me to leave her alone?" Michael asked his boy his voice dripping with venom and Maurice swallowed and nodded
" You better get out of here, I told Rob and Dave everything about where we lived and who you were and they said that they were going to come and arrest you so you better get out of here before they come" Maurice got out his voice coming out raspy with the shallow breathes he was taking in order to try and control the pain he was in.
" You told the cops where I live? " Michael asked and he looked around " You know Maurice the cops only come out to help people they care about and no one cares about you so my guess is that the cops ain't coming"
" They'll come and you better be gone when they get here" Bosco said defiantly and Michael laughed
" Oh well I better go pack my bags then, I'd better run away cause I'm so scared" He said mocking his son, he moved a step towards his son
" No one's coming to arrest me and you better start showing me some respect boy or I'll make what I did to you last night seem like the best night of your life. " He pushed Bosco in the shoulder and sent him falling into Rose's lap. Rose grabbed a hold of her son gently stopping him from rising again.
" Ma let me go " Bosco grunted squirming in his Mother's grasp,
" Just stop it Maurice don't you see you're just going to make everything worse " Rose told her son and Bosco stopped squirming
" I'm not making it worse Ma. I'm trying to make it right" He said staring at his Father.
" That's it you little rat" Michael yelled pulling his belt from the waistband of his pants
" No Michael!" Rose screamed as the first blow came, and using her body she shielded her son from the crack of the leather.
" Dammit Rose you'll get yours soon enough" Michael yelled and then stopped suddenly as there was a knock on the door, Bosco peered out from underneath his Mother
" I told you Dad," He said proudly and Michael kicked out with a heavy boot, Rose screamed as the boot connected with her shoulder.
" It's the police open the door " A voice called out from outside the house,
" Quiet " Michael ordered and he walked down the hallway towards the bedroom, there was the sound of rummaging and the Michael returned carrying a hand gun.
" I'm coming " Michael yelled towards the door and has he passed his wife and son he smiled at them,
" Dad no " Bosco whispered tears springing to his small eyes.
" This is your fault Maurice and later you'll get yours " Michael said harshly and walked out towards the front door, the gun held firmly in his hand.