*Note: Bosco's dad's name in this chapter is Gerald. I didn't know his real name so I had to make one up!
Bosco flinched as his dad held the gun up to his face. He stared down the barrel of the gun and back up to his father, meeting his eyes. His mind went blank and all he could think to do was stare up at the man he had grown to hate for so long.
"Why?" Bosco's voice was weak. All he could think to ask was why? Why all of this trouble? Why cause so much pain in everyone's lives?
His father stood up and stood over him. "Why Maurice? You wanna know why? The day I found out your mother was pregnant with you a part of me lost it. I never have wanted kids! Ever! And here she was, standing in the bathroom with the pregnancy test in her hand. You wanna know how bad I wanted to just hit her and cause her to miscarry? I didn't want you Maurice. I still don't want you."
Bosco coughed. "Well why didn't you?"
"If my life was to be miserable with snot nosed little kids then my destiny was to make yours miserable. That's why we are here today, that's why I'm doing this to you."
Bosco leaned his head up against the wall behind him, wondering where Faith was and listening to the building creak in the background.
~~
Faith rushed out to her RMP and ran into Cruz in the parking lot. She looked rough, like she'd had a bad week. Faith hardly acknowledged her and kept walking.
"Yokas?!"
Faith turned around quickly. "I'm in a hurry, make it quick huh?"
"What's going on?" Cruz looked at all the cops rushing to get to the Bronx to save a fellow officer.
"Nothing, it concerns the beat cops, not you." Faith gave a fake smile and ran to her car.
~~
Bosco watched his father as he paced back and forth. He wondered why he hadn't even attempted to kill him yet. The angst was killing him.
"Why did you kill Mikey?" Bosco decided to speak, breaking the eerie silence that filled the air.
"Like I said, I didn't want kids. The plan was to kill you first but him not searching you for that cell phone triggered my temper. You know how that is, losing your temper easily, right?" His father lightly kicked Bosco's leg and smiled. "Too bad you can't do that anymore, you are fixing to die."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Bosco regretted those words the moment they came out of his mouth. Luckily his father's attention was drawn out the window.
"Good, it's about damn time." He looked down on the street, a smile creeping across his face. "Just wait Maurice, this is gonna get even better. I knew today was going to be a good day."
Bosco heard footsteps coming up the rickety stairs and noticed his mother walk into the door, tears soaking her eyes.
"Mom?"
"No Maurice, what are you doing to him Gerald?"
Another man walked up behind Rose and pressed the gun hard up against her back. Bosco's stomach jolted as he looked at his mother in harm's way. He jerked his hands away from the metal bar he was contained to but it wouldn't budge.
"Why mom! Why mom!!!" Bosco raised his voice as he stared back at his father and the man he had never seen before.
"For having you and Mikey in the first place. Don't you get it Maurice? I never really wanted a family, and here all of you came. All of you damn losers I can't stand to share a last name with."
Bosco's eyes filled with tears as he stared back at his not so great family. His mother kept eye contact with him, her eyes speaking louder than words. "Save me! Save me! Was what Bosco interpreted from her look.
"Dad! Don't kill mom, kill me. This isn't her fault. It's mine. Just please, for once in your life do something to make me proud and kill me instead of her. Could you do that for me, please?" He spoke in a small whisper and kept his eyes on his mother who had begun to cry uncontrollably.
~~
Swersky road alongside Faith in the RMP, his eyes peeled for old warehouses up next to factories. "He didn't give you any more information Faith?"
"No, none." Doubt began to fill in her mind as she thought of all the possibilities that could happen.
"Faith, stay strong. I need you, you are one of the most levelheaded cops I have."
She nodded, "I know Lieu, I know." Her attention was drawn to an old building next to an abandoned factory. "Lieu, look." She stopped the car and pointed in the direction her gaze was set.
"It's worth a look." He queued his radio. "55 squad, we've approached a possible location of the victim, hold back until notified otherwise." He got out of the car and shut the door quietly, looking up on the old windows to make sure no one was looking down at them.
~~
Bosco wasn't ready to die but for some reason it only felt right to protect his mother. She didn't deserve this at all. He stared up at his father who now paced in front of him, tapping the gun against his head while he thought.
"Before I kill you I'm gonna make sure you suffer." He kicked Bosco in the stomach, causing Bosco to cough. He shielded his face with the one hand he had free while the painful blows were being applied to his body. He could hear Rose crying in the background.
"Get off him Gerald! Get off! Don't hurt my son!"
Bosco opened his eyes and noticed his father bracing himself to hit his mother. "Don't hit her!!" Bosco yelled loud as Gerald hit him once more, this time across the face with the butt of the .45 Glock that Gerald had been holding this whole time.
~~
Faith walked to the doors, hearing the painful screams of Bosco coming from the second story of the building. "This is the place, that was Bosco." She talked in a low voice. The yells made her stomach churn. At least she knew he was still alive, but for how long would that be.
"55 squad, this is the place, move into your positions." Swersky looked up the old stairs. "We'll get him, just be patient."
~~
All Bosco could think about was where Faith was and how much longer he'd be alive. He could feel his warm blood flowing out of his face. His lungs felt closed as he took deep breaths in and out. Gerald cocked the hammer of the gun and shot Bosco in the shoulder.
Bosco felt the warm heat of the bullet penetrate his skin, sending a sharp pain throughout his body. All he could think to do was lay there.
"Why did you shoot him?" Rose pushed at Gerald.
"Because I'm just making him suffer before I kill him, is that okay by you?" He pushed her hard against the wall and turned his attention back to Bosco. "Did that hurt Maurice?"
Faith heard the gunshots. Her heart began to race as they moved up the stairs. She said a silent prayer as the ESU followed behind her.
Gerald didn't see Faith and Swersky walk in the room. Faith had her gun drawn and made eye contact with Bosco. His blood was all over the floor and he looked so tired. Gerald still had no clue the two cops were present behind him.
"This is Maurice Louis Boscorelli, signing off." A gunshot echoed loud in the room and Faith screamed.
Bosco watched as his father fell to the floor, his lifeless body landed in a crouched position on the floor. Faith put her gun back in its holster and ran to Bosco, quickly taking the handcuffs off his wrist.
"Are you okay?"
Bosco gave a dry laugh. "I've been shot, how are you?"
She smiled as she wiped what few tears were left on her face away. "55 David to central, we need an ambulance at this location, we have an officer down."
Rose stood up, her breaths becoming steadier as she looked down at her oldest sun. "Maurice, I'm so sorry."
He pulled her into a huge hug, both of them crying. "I'm so sorry about Mikey mom."
Faith looked over at Mikey who was motionless and already showing signs of rigor mortis. She nodded. "Let's get you guys out of here."
~~
Bosco was released from Mercy hospital 3 days later.
He walked into the station house at 2:45, his arm in a sling and a smile across his face.
"Bosco, you're back!" Davis shook his hand and smiled. "Glad you are safe man. But damn, your face, that's rough man."
Bosco laughed. The bruises on his face looked worse than the day before but he didn't mind that. He noticed Faith coming down the stairs.
"Faith, we need to talk."
"Okay, roll call room?"
~~
Bosco sat on a desk and Faith stood up in front of him. "What's up Boz?"
"The department is making me go to counseling again. I guess I need it after all the shit that has happened right?"
Faith nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Are you doing okay?"
"My shoulder hurts like hell but I'm fine."
She shook her head no. "I mean, with Mikey's death and all."
"I'm fine. His funeral is tomorrow, I'd like you to be there."
"Of course Boz, I'll be there."
~~
Bosco couldn't hold back his tears as he watched the casket of his brother's being lowered into the grave. Though he was in on the plan to kill him, Bosco was going to miss him. Flashbacks of their childhood flashed before his eyes. The nights Bosco would protect Mikey, the times they'd joke around and play fight.
He looked at Faith. "Thanks Faith. You were there for me. You saved me." He nodded and stared back down at the casket. "I'm not good at this type of thing, but I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything Bosco. I know you'd do the same for me, that's all that matters. That's payback enough for me."
Bosco got up and began to walk away from the cemetery. Mikey and Gerald Boscorelli were gone, but the memories were here in his mind to stay. He looked up at the gray sky as he walked down the sidewalk. God watched over him, but Faith saved him. He waved to her as he crossed the street, the memories of the past few weeks lingering over his head.
The End
Bosco flinched as his dad held the gun up to his face. He stared down the barrel of the gun and back up to his father, meeting his eyes. His mind went blank and all he could think to do was stare up at the man he had grown to hate for so long.
"Why?" Bosco's voice was weak. All he could think to ask was why? Why all of this trouble? Why cause so much pain in everyone's lives?
His father stood up and stood over him. "Why Maurice? You wanna know why? The day I found out your mother was pregnant with you a part of me lost it. I never have wanted kids! Ever! And here she was, standing in the bathroom with the pregnancy test in her hand. You wanna know how bad I wanted to just hit her and cause her to miscarry? I didn't want you Maurice. I still don't want you."
Bosco coughed. "Well why didn't you?"
"If my life was to be miserable with snot nosed little kids then my destiny was to make yours miserable. That's why we are here today, that's why I'm doing this to you."
Bosco leaned his head up against the wall behind him, wondering where Faith was and listening to the building creak in the background.
~~
Faith rushed out to her RMP and ran into Cruz in the parking lot. She looked rough, like she'd had a bad week. Faith hardly acknowledged her and kept walking.
"Yokas?!"
Faith turned around quickly. "I'm in a hurry, make it quick huh?"
"What's going on?" Cruz looked at all the cops rushing to get to the Bronx to save a fellow officer.
"Nothing, it concerns the beat cops, not you." Faith gave a fake smile and ran to her car.
~~
Bosco watched his father as he paced back and forth. He wondered why he hadn't even attempted to kill him yet. The angst was killing him.
"Why did you kill Mikey?" Bosco decided to speak, breaking the eerie silence that filled the air.
"Like I said, I didn't want kids. The plan was to kill you first but him not searching you for that cell phone triggered my temper. You know how that is, losing your temper easily, right?" His father lightly kicked Bosco's leg and smiled. "Too bad you can't do that anymore, you are fixing to die."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Bosco regretted those words the moment they came out of his mouth. Luckily his father's attention was drawn out the window.
"Good, it's about damn time." He looked down on the street, a smile creeping across his face. "Just wait Maurice, this is gonna get even better. I knew today was going to be a good day."
Bosco heard footsteps coming up the rickety stairs and noticed his mother walk into the door, tears soaking her eyes.
"Mom?"
"No Maurice, what are you doing to him Gerald?"
Another man walked up behind Rose and pressed the gun hard up against her back. Bosco's stomach jolted as he looked at his mother in harm's way. He jerked his hands away from the metal bar he was contained to but it wouldn't budge.
"Why mom! Why mom!!!" Bosco raised his voice as he stared back at his father and the man he had never seen before.
"For having you and Mikey in the first place. Don't you get it Maurice? I never really wanted a family, and here all of you came. All of you damn losers I can't stand to share a last name with."
Bosco's eyes filled with tears as he stared back at his not so great family. His mother kept eye contact with him, her eyes speaking louder than words. "Save me! Save me! Was what Bosco interpreted from her look.
"Dad! Don't kill mom, kill me. This isn't her fault. It's mine. Just please, for once in your life do something to make me proud and kill me instead of her. Could you do that for me, please?" He spoke in a small whisper and kept his eyes on his mother who had begun to cry uncontrollably.
~~
Swersky road alongside Faith in the RMP, his eyes peeled for old warehouses up next to factories. "He didn't give you any more information Faith?"
"No, none." Doubt began to fill in her mind as she thought of all the possibilities that could happen.
"Faith, stay strong. I need you, you are one of the most levelheaded cops I have."
She nodded, "I know Lieu, I know." Her attention was drawn to an old building next to an abandoned factory. "Lieu, look." She stopped the car and pointed in the direction her gaze was set.
"It's worth a look." He queued his radio. "55 squad, we've approached a possible location of the victim, hold back until notified otherwise." He got out of the car and shut the door quietly, looking up on the old windows to make sure no one was looking down at them.
~~
Bosco wasn't ready to die but for some reason it only felt right to protect his mother. She didn't deserve this at all. He stared up at his father who now paced in front of him, tapping the gun against his head while he thought.
"Before I kill you I'm gonna make sure you suffer." He kicked Bosco in the stomach, causing Bosco to cough. He shielded his face with the one hand he had free while the painful blows were being applied to his body. He could hear Rose crying in the background.
"Get off him Gerald! Get off! Don't hurt my son!"
Bosco opened his eyes and noticed his father bracing himself to hit his mother. "Don't hit her!!" Bosco yelled loud as Gerald hit him once more, this time across the face with the butt of the .45 Glock that Gerald had been holding this whole time.
~~
Faith walked to the doors, hearing the painful screams of Bosco coming from the second story of the building. "This is the place, that was Bosco." She talked in a low voice. The yells made her stomach churn. At least she knew he was still alive, but for how long would that be.
"55 squad, this is the place, move into your positions." Swersky looked up the old stairs. "We'll get him, just be patient."
~~
All Bosco could think about was where Faith was and how much longer he'd be alive. He could feel his warm blood flowing out of his face. His lungs felt closed as he took deep breaths in and out. Gerald cocked the hammer of the gun and shot Bosco in the shoulder.
Bosco felt the warm heat of the bullet penetrate his skin, sending a sharp pain throughout his body. All he could think to do was lay there.
"Why did you shoot him?" Rose pushed at Gerald.
"Because I'm just making him suffer before I kill him, is that okay by you?" He pushed her hard against the wall and turned his attention back to Bosco. "Did that hurt Maurice?"
Faith heard the gunshots. Her heart began to race as they moved up the stairs. She said a silent prayer as the ESU followed behind her.
Gerald didn't see Faith and Swersky walk in the room. Faith had her gun drawn and made eye contact with Bosco. His blood was all over the floor and he looked so tired. Gerald still had no clue the two cops were present behind him.
"This is Maurice Louis Boscorelli, signing off." A gunshot echoed loud in the room and Faith screamed.
Bosco watched as his father fell to the floor, his lifeless body landed in a crouched position on the floor. Faith put her gun back in its holster and ran to Bosco, quickly taking the handcuffs off his wrist.
"Are you okay?"
Bosco gave a dry laugh. "I've been shot, how are you?"
She smiled as she wiped what few tears were left on her face away. "55 David to central, we need an ambulance at this location, we have an officer down."
Rose stood up, her breaths becoming steadier as she looked down at her oldest sun. "Maurice, I'm so sorry."
He pulled her into a huge hug, both of them crying. "I'm so sorry about Mikey mom."
Faith looked over at Mikey who was motionless and already showing signs of rigor mortis. She nodded. "Let's get you guys out of here."
~~
Bosco was released from Mercy hospital 3 days later.
He walked into the station house at 2:45, his arm in a sling and a smile across his face.
"Bosco, you're back!" Davis shook his hand and smiled. "Glad you are safe man. But damn, your face, that's rough man."
Bosco laughed. The bruises on his face looked worse than the day before but he didn't mind that. He noticed Faith coming down the stairs.
"Faith, we need to talk."
"Okay, roll call room?"
~~
Bosco sat on a desk and Faith stood up in front of him. "What's up Boz?"
"The department is making me go to counseling again. I guess I need it after all the shit that has happened right?"
Faith nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Are you doing okay?"
"My shoulder hurts like hell but I'm fine."
She shook her head no. "I mean, with Mikey's death and all."
"I'm fine. His funeral is tomorrow, I'd like you to be there."
"Of course Boz, I'll be there."
~~
Bosco couldn't hold back his tears as he watched the casket of his brother's being lowered into the grave. Though he was in on the plan to kill him, Bosco was going to miss him. Flashbacks of their childhood flashed before his eyes. The nights Bosco would protect Mikey, the times they'd joke around and play fight.
He looked at Faith. "Thanks Faith. You were there for me. You saved me." He nodded and stared back down at the casket. "I'm not good at this type of thing, but I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything Bosco. I know you'd do the same for me, that's all that matters. That's payback enough for me."
Bosco got up and began to walk away from the cemetery. Mikey and Gerald Boscorelli were gone, but the memories were here in his mind to stay. He looked up at the gray sky as he walked down the sidewalk. God watched over him, but Faith saved him. He waved to her as he crossed the street, the memories of the past few weeks lingering over his head.
The End