Author Note: Don't own the song, nor do I own the characters in here, unless there somebody you don't recognize. Also, I am once again, sorry it took me a while to give you this. I had this written long before "Price of Nobility," so don't be fooled ;). I have been rather lazy, haven't I? Sorry once again. I'd like to just thank those, that took the time to ask me countless times when this would be updated, without you I probably wouldn't even write. ;) So thank you so much! I can only say THANK YOU.
My shout out also goes to Bee, Amanda, Laurie, Jess, ;) you guys listen to me so much, so thank you so much.
Now enough of my usual babble, here is Part 5 of Away from the Sun.
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Don't tell me what to think, 'cause I don't care this time
Don't tell me what to believe, 'cause you won't be there
Catch me when I fall
But you'll need me when I'm not here at all
Miss me when I'm gone again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
Don't tell me how life is, 'cause I don't really wanna know
Don't tell me how this game ends, 'cause we'll just see how it goes.
Catch me when I fall
Or you'll need me when I'm not here at all
Miss me when I'm gone again.
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
Now all the way down here I'm falling all the way
All the way down here I'm falling again now.
I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
Now all the way down here I'm falling all the way
All the way down here I'm falling again now.
I'm falling down.
Going Down In Flames-3 Doors Down
PART 5
Bosco banged on the door, it pushing under the weight of his fist as he cried out for his mother to answer.
"What in gods name," Angela with her robe half way open, she grabbed it as she bent her knees and looked into the peephole to see her son banging on the opposite of her door. She unlocked it quickly and let it fly open.
"Maurice, what..."
Her son stumbled in as she closed the door.
"I don't know what's wrong with me Ma, I can't figure things out everything is falling apart."
"Are you drunk Maurice?"
He looked at her anger growing suddenly.
'NO, I'm not drunk, I'm not like you."
Immediately regretting what he had said he closed his eyes and then ran his hands through his hair nervously.
"I killed a kid."
His mother's eyes went wide as her hand went up to her mouth.
"He pulled a gun on Faith, me, I can see it in everybody's eyes, they know I made a mistake, they don't think I'm stable."
Angela Rose Boscorelli stared at her son in horror almost. He was so erratic, and in the dark lighting she could see the shape of her son was nothing but gangly. The bags on his eyes were present, and his pale face stood out more then anything as she watched as his hands nervously grabbed at the pants leg then begin to pace she realized her son was losing his mind on her.
"Okay I want you to come with me, I want you to come and lay down, you look exhausted."
"Oh I know how that works," his eyes got suspicious all of a sudden, "You want to call them on me so they come and get me, get your psycho son out of your hair, is that it?"
"God no, you just look tired Maurice and as your mother I know what's best for you, you need a good decent amount of sleep."
She watched as though he fought with something else, an inner demon. 'Maurice, what have you done to yourself?' Angela then took a few steps and gently grabbed her son's arm, not in a pushy way but reassuring him with nothing but kindness.
"Come on, your bed is all made up, just where you left it."
"Okay." Saying this in a very quiet voice, almost to him if he said it any louder he would be screaming it. He let his mother begin to lead him into the hallway that lead to his old bedroom when somebody stepped out of the room of his mothers.
"Rose everything okay....who's this?"
Both Boscorelli stopped at the new presence in the room.
"John, this is my son Maurice....Maurice...this is John."
When Angela went to push lightly to keep her son moving she felt his body tense, refusing to go any further.
"Maurice, what's wrong?"
What was wrong was that all Bosco kept picturing Hobart standing in front of him, nothing but nasty things came out of his mouth. "You won't ever amount to nothing Boscorelli," his voice slithering with Bosco's name "You're the worst cop I ever seen, shooting kids now, I outta just shoot you and take us all out of our misery."
"Stop it." Saying this softly under his breath.
"What's the matter Boscorelli, can't hear the truth? Thought you were big and bad?"
"I said stop it." Saying this louder now.
"Don't even know why you bothered coming over here, your mother doesn't love you, she just wants to get you out of her hair so she can play more hump and bump; go run to Faith, wait....don't, she's sick of you too we're all sick of you."
"STOPPPP ITTTTTTT!" Bosco screamed this his hands coming up, closing his eyes while yelling it with all this frustration.
Angela had watched as her son looked at John just stared at him shooting darts at him. Then in the silence she heard something, her son mumbling something, then a few seconds went by and he mumbled it again. She had to grab her mouth not to let out a yelp herself when her son closed his eyes and screamed telling them to stop it. The redness in his face, the veins clearly visible, the tension in his body she wouldn't be surprised if her son exploded right there in front of her the way he was holding himself. Stepping back one she looked at her son, knowing how unstable he was. But what to do? Before she could really figure it out as she watched her son open his eyes, his fist releasing in and out he then snapped out of it and turned to her.
"I'm outta of here."
"Maurice wait, don't..." But she was too late he had walked out of the apartment the door slamming in their ears. She quickly ran to the phone.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"Calling somebody that can help my son."
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Faith Yokas pulled up to the last known location of Maurice, outside his mother's apartment. Not even a few feet away there he was, walking, almost in a swaying stride as he fought with demons in his head. If Faith didn't know Bosco, she could of sworn the man had just been released from a loony bin.
"This is 55 David I've spotted my partner, I'll be bringing him into Mercy."
"Copy that 55-David."
Faith watched as her partner walked further away from the squad. What a place to be having a mental breakdown, right in the streets of New York City, the civilians would really understand that one.
"Yeah right." Saying this to herself after thinking that thought.
"Okay game time, take a few breaths, you can handle this Faith, he's just a little out of it." She put her hand on the door took in a deep breath and then opened the squad door.
"Bosco."
Hearing his name he stopped, not turning around though, like he wasn't sure his name had really been called.
"Boz." She said his name again and there he turned his head slightly before he turned his body completely around to see Faith standing there.
"Hey there partner, what brings you to this neighborhood?" Sounding causal.
"Well just on duty Bosco, how about you get into the car, okay?"
Faith watched as he began to think it over she watched his body breath in and out and then his shoulders did a bit of a jump, shrugging, he then walked over to the car and got in.
As they took off in the car Faith ended up looking over at her partner noticing how the inner child in him, the eyes that questioned everything and not being able to comprehend what was going on at that point in time. Glancing back at the road; then back at her partner, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Everything knew what had been going on and now Bosco was falling further then what Faith wanted and this was the last resort, it was the only way to get Bosco some help.
As they came to a full fledge stop at the light she prayed Bosco wouldn't snap when she asked the question breaking their silence.
"Hey Boz," he looked over when hearing his name "can I hold onto your gun belt?"
Bosco then gave her a bewilderment look.
"Why?"
'Good question Faith answer the man' her mind went quickly trying to think of something and even though she was ready for the question a part of her had hope he wouldn't.
"Well...." Her mind tried to think of something quickly "you hate hospitals right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"If you give me your gun belt now then we can get in and get out instead of standing there waiting for you to take it off." She said quickly taking in a breath of air then looked away from Bosco's tense stare, pressing on the gas when the light switched. It made her uneasy, she could feel him staring at her but she dared not look, when she wanted nothing more then to tell them the truth even though her mouth spoke the lie her eyes almost gave it away. Her husband read it off and on and so did Bosco and that is what she feared.
Another light came and the RMP came to a complete stop. Finally she got enough courage and looked over, the look he gave her was almost unnerving on the scary side. Faith half expected Bosco to go completely psychopathic and pull out and kill her for asking the question in the first place. But 'he wouldn't do that,' reassured her but she wondered 'would he?'
"So what do you say Bosco, gun belt?" Breaking the silence once more.
Then to her utter amazement as though he hadn't been staring giving her that look Bosco broke the look came off the seat enough he then undid his belt and slid it out from underneath him and gave it to her.
"Thanks."
She took it and laid it across her, the weight of Bosco's weapon heavily rested on her one leg. The rest of the time rode in silence.
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Pulling into the hospital Faith with Bosco closely behind walked into the Emergency section where Faith promised she would bring Bosco. The whole time Faith held her breath knowing what was about to come next and she only hoped it all ended quickly.
"Hey Procter."
"Hey Yokas."
"Can you..." Faith nodded her head
"Yes, I'll tell them you're here."
Faith then smiled and said thanks softly and turned to see her partner leaning on the counter but watching her. That look was there again, that wild animal look, the one Faith was getting very much scared of.
"Who's waiting for us?"
"The doctors Bosco, remember you blacked out? They want to make sure your okay."
"I'm fine, I don't even know why I allowed you to talk me into this."
"Bosco you are not yourself and you are not fine."
"I am to, I don't have to take this at all from you and because I'm in good health I'm leaving right now."
Bosco had begun to back up and before he could turn around Faith stopped him.
"They won't let you leave Boz."
He then stopped and walked back up only having to take a few steps to be in directly front of Faith.
"What do you mean they won't "let" me leave?"
That's when the door opened from the opposite room, the door that was blocked by the long wall that reached to the counter of the service desk. What sounded like was coming was a gurney being pushed, squeaky wheels on tile floors. Turning around immediately the doors were being blocked by big bouncer-looking guys, crossing their arms and daring the much smaller man to take them on. Bosco turned back, and could finally see what was coming from the door that had been opened.
A gurney. With straps? Bosco's mind began to race, what the hell was going on. They couldn't do this to him, he was okay why were they doing this to him? Then he knew there was one thing and one thing only, they would have to kill him first before they got him on that stupid board.
"Boz believe me," seeing his eyes big trying to reassure her partner "this is for the best, there is something wrong with you, they only want to help, see what's wrong."
Trying to say this to him she watched as something came across Bosco, like a thought that was just to good for even him, a smirk came across his features following that thought, but Faith noticed something. The smirk, it wasn't his normal one, it had something different, like it was sinister.
Then it happened, all in slow motion, he got the one thing Faith had wanted to make sure he didn't get in the first place, his gun.
When he pushed her and she took a few steps back trying to regain the balance that was off set by the push and not wanting to fall on her ass, Bosco then grabbed the gun belt that had been slung over her shoulder. With quick hands got the gun out of the holster cocked and aimed it right at her.
"Now, you were saying?"
Seeing the gun out of it's protection case the hussle bussle of the ER stopped, most either fell to the ground or some just stood there, frozen. Faith put her hands up near her chest showing Bosco she wasn't reaching for her own weapon.
"Bosco this is not what you want don't do this."
"Yeah? Maybe I know what's best for me and you don't' for a change I am a grown man Faith I think I'm perfectly capable of producing a thought and knowing what I want and don't want."
"Well I know you Bosco, pulling a gun on me isn't you, on these scared people is not my partner that's not you, Bosco just put it down."
Both partners looked at each other for a second, Faith praying thinking for a second maybe he would listen he had to listen he been listening this whole time, but that didn't come true.
"How about....no."
"Bosco please, don't." She tried to make one tiny step and he pushed his arm out more.
"SHUT UP AND DON'T EVEN TAKE ONE FUCKING STEP TOWARDS ME FAITH!"
There she saw the old Bosco after he had yelled that, the guilty all written all over. She had to be making some kind of sense to him, Bosco just had to know this wasn't him.
"I know your hurting Boz, I know that you in pain, but I understand."
"How Faith? HOW CAN YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND?"
"Your not the only one that has it hard Bosco." Faith then bit her tongue she knew she shouldn't of said that.
"Is that because your father was a alcoholic, you think you can relate because of that? Did he even beat the living piss out of you, hit you so damn hard you couldn't even breath for the next week? Lock you in the closet after knocking the shit out of you and then have to listen to your mother scream out in agony as his fist hit her? So can you say yes to any of that, NO YOU CAN'T!"
Faith looked at Bosco with complete silence. Seeing the fire in his eyes, the anger that boiled him. But there was also something else there, something sad, something that was in distress, just completely lost. His hand began to shake as his body began to take on tremors as his eyes began to glaze from the tears, color piercing.
The people still around were still covering their heads nobody dare not even try to take on the man holding the deadly weapon.
"Everybody is against me Faith, they think I did it on purpose."
Still not moving from her place Faith finally put her hands down. But the thing Bosco hadn't noticed was when he closed his eyes after saying this, she had pulled her weapon out and had it behind her.
"Listen to me Bosco, you did what was necessary. If positions were reversed I would have not hesitated. That boy knew what he was doing. Bosco he could of killed us...you....me....if you would have hesitated, my head would have been blown off."
Tears were now visible coming down his cheeks and falling to the tile floor below.
"Please, just put the damn gun down."
"God," the tremors making it sound funny as he spoke it "I can't stand it, I see him everywhere, that stupid kid won't leave me be, I can't take it anymore, I'm sorry I had to put you through this."
Then his hand that had been holding it at Faith Yokas had now gone to his head, tears falling even harder.
"BOSCO DON'T!" screamed Faith.
One single shot went off.
TBC....
My shout out also goes to Bee, Amanda, Laurie, Jess, ;) you guys listen to me so much, so thank you so much.
Now enough of my usual babble, here is Part 5 of Away from the Sun.
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Don't tell me what to think, 'cause I don't care this time
Don't tell me what to believe, 'cause you won't be there
Catch me when I fall
But you'll need me when I'm not here at all
Miss me when I'm gone again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
Don't tell me how life is, 'cause I don't really wanna know
Don't tell me how this game ends, 'cause we'll just see how it goes.
Catch me when I fall
Or you'll need me when I'm not here at all
Miss me when I'm gone again.
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
Now all the way down here I'm falling all the way
All the way down here I'm falling again now.
I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
I'm goin' down in flames
I'm fallin' into this again
Now all the way down here I'm falling all the way
All the way down here I'm falling again now.
I'm falling down.
Going Down In Flames-3 Doors Down
PART 5
Bosco banged on the door, it pushing under the weight of his fist as he cried out for his mother to answer.
"What in gods name," Angela with her robe half way open, she grabbed it as she bent her knees and looked into the peephole to see her son banging on the opposite of her door. She unlocked it quickly and let it fly open.
"Maurice, what..."
Her son stumbled in as she closed the door.
"I don't know what's wrong with me Ma, I can't figure things out everything is falling apart."
"Are you drunk Maurice?"
He looked at her anger growing suddenly.
'NO, I'm not drunk, I'm not like you."
Immediately regretting what he had said he closed his eyes and then ran his hands through his hair nervously.
"I killed a kid."
His mother's eyes went wide as her hand went up to her mouth.
"He pulled a gun on Faith, me, I can see it in everybody's eyes, they know I made a mistake, they don't think I'm stable."
Angela Rose Boscorelli stared at her son in horror almost. He was so erratic, and in the dark lighting she could see the shape of her son was nothing but gangly. The bags on his eyes were present, and his pale face stood out more then anything as she watched as his hands nervously grabbed at the pants leg then begin to pace she realized her son was losing his mind on her.
"Okay I want you to come with me, I want you to come and lay down, you look exhausted."
"Oh I know how that works," his eyes got suspicious all of a sudden, "You want to call them on me so they come and get me, get your psycho son out of your hair, is that it?"
"God no, you just look tired Maurice and as your mother I know what's best for you, you need a good decent amount of sleep."
She watched as though he fought with something else, an inner demon. 'Maurice, what have you done to yourself?' Angela then took a few steps and gently grabbed her son's arm, not in a pushy way but reassuring him with nothing but kindness.
"Come on, your bed is all made up, just where you left it."
"Okay." Saying this in a very quiet voice, almost to him if he said it any louder he would be screaming it. He let his mother begin to lead him into the hallway that lead to his old bedroom when somebody stepped out of the room of his mothers.
"Rose everything okay....who's this?"
Both Boscorelli stopped at the new presence in the room.
"John, this is my son Maurice....Maurice...this is John."
When Angela went to push lightly to keep her son moving she felt his body tense, refusing to go any further.
"Maurice, what's wrong?"
What was wrong was that all Bosco kept picturing Hobart standing in front of him, nothing but nasty things came out of his mouth. "You won't ever amount to nothing Boscorelli," his voice slithering with Bosco's name "You're the worst cop I ever seen, shooting kids now, I outta just shoot you and take us all out of our misery."
"Stop it." Saying this softly under his breath.
"What's the matter Boscorelli, can't hear the truth? Thought you were big and bad?"
"I said stop it." Saying this louder now.
"Don't even know why you bothered coming over here, your mother doesn't love you, she just wants to get you out of her hair so she can play more hump and bump; go run to Faith, wait....don't, she's sick of you too we're all sick of you."
"STOPPPP ITTTTTTT!" Bosco screamed this his hands coming up, closing his eyes while yelling it with all this frustration.
Angela had watched as her son looked at John just stared at him shooting darts at him. Then in the silence she heard something, her son mumbling something, then a few seconds went by and he mumbled it again. She had to grab her mouth not to let out a yelp herself when her son closed his eyes and screamed telling them to stop it. The redness in his face, the veins clearly visible, the tension in his body she wouldn't be surprised if her son exploded right there in front of her the way he was holding himself. Stepping back one she looked at her son, knowing how unstable he was. But what to do? Before she could really figure it out as she watched her son open his eyes, his fist releasing in and out he then snapped out of it and turned to her.
"I'm outta of here."
"Maurice wait, don't..." But she was too late he had walked out of the apartment the door slamming in their ears. She quickly ran to the phone.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"Calling somebody that can help my son."
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Faith Yokas pulled up to the last known location of Maurice, outside his mother's apartment. Not even a few feet away there he was, walking, almost in a swaying stride as he fought with demons in his head. If Faith didn't know Bosco, she could of sworn the man had just been released from a loony bin.
"This is 55 David I've spotted my partner, I'll be bringing him into Mercy."
"Copy that 55-David."
Faith watched as her partner walked further away from the squad. What a place to be having a mental breakdown, right in the streets of New York City, the civilians would really understand that one.
"Yeah right." Saying this to herself after thinking that thought.
"Okay game time, take a few breaths, you can handle this Faith, he's just a little out of it." She put her hand on the door took in a deep breath and then opened the squad door.
"Bosco."
Hearing his name he stopped, not turning around though, like he wasn't sure his name had really been called.
"Boz." She said his name again and there he turned his head slightly before he turned his body completely around to see Faith standing there.
"Hey there partner, what brings you to this neighborhood?" Sounding causal.
"Well just on duty Bosco, how about you get into the car, okay?"
Faith watched as he began to think it over she watched his body breath in and out and then his shoulders did a bit of a jump, shrugging, he then walked over to the car and got in.
As they took off in the car Faith ended up looking over at her partner noticing how the inner child in him, the eyes that questioned everything and not being able to comprehend what was going on at that point in time. Glancing back at the road; then back at her partner, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Everything knew what had been going on and now Bosco was falling further then what Faith wanted and this was the last resort, it was the only way to get Bosco some help.
As they came to a full fledge stop at the light she prayed Bosco wouldn't snap when she asked the question breaking their silence.
"Hey Boz," he looked over when hearing his name "can I hold onto your gun belt?"
Bosco then gave her a bewilderment look.
"Why?"
'Good question Faith answer the man' her mind went quickly trying to think of something and even though she was ready for the question a part of her had hope he wouldn't.
"Well...." Her mind tried to think of something quickly "you hate hospitals right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"If you give me your gun belt now then we can get in and get out instead of standing there waiting for you to take it off." She said quickly taking in a breath of air then looked away from Bosco's tense stare, pressing on the gas when the light switched. It made her uneasy, she could feel him staring at her but she dared not look, when she wanted nothing more then to tell them the truth even though her mouth spoke the lie her eyes almost gave it away. Her husband read it off and on and so did Bosco and that is what she feared.
Another light came and the RMP came to a complete stop. Finally she got enough courage and looked over, the look he gave her was almost unnerving on the scary side. Faith half expected Bosco to go completely psychopathic and pull out and kill her for asking the question in the first place. But 'he wouldn't do that,' reassured her but she wondered 'would he?'
"So what do you say Bosco, gun belt?" Breaking the silence once more.
Then to her utter amazement as though he hadn't been staring giving her that look Bosco broke the look came off the seat enough he then undid his belt and slid it out from underneath him and gave it to her.
"Thanks."
She took it and laid it across her, the weight of Bosco's weapon heavily rested on her one leg. The rest of the time rode in silence.
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Pulling into the hospital Faith with Bosco closely behind walked into the Emergency section where Faith promised she would bring Bosco. The whole time Faith held her breath knowing what was about to come next and she only hoped it all ended quickly.
"Hey Procter."
"Hey Yokas."
"Can you..." Faith nodded her head
"Yes, I'll tell them you're here."
Faith then smiled and said thanks softly and turned to see her partner leaning on the counter but watching her. That look was there again, that wild animal look, the one Faith was getting very much scared of.
"Who's waiting for us?"
"The doctors Bosco, remember you blacked out? They want to make sure your okay."
"I'm fine, I don't even know why I allowed you to talk me into this."
"Bosco you are not yourself and you are not fine."
"I am to, I don't have to take this at all from you and because I'm in good health I'm leaving right now."
Bosco had begun to back up and before he could turn around Faith stopped him.
"They won't let you leave Boz."
He then stopped and walked back up only having to take a few steps to be in directly front of Faith.
"What do you mean they won't "let" me leave?"
That's when the door opened from the opposite room, the door that was blocked by the long wall that reached to the counter of the service desk. What sounded like was coming was a gurney being pushed, squeaky wheels on tile floors. Turning around immediately the doors were being blocked by big bouncer-looking guys, crossing their arms and daring the much smaller man to take them on. Bosco turned back, and could finally see what was coming from the door that had been opened.
A gurney. With straps? Bosco's mind began to race, what the hell was going on. They couldn't do this to him, he was okay why were they doing this to him? Then he knew there was one thing and one thing only, they would have to kill him first before they got him on that stupid board.
"Boz believe me," seeing his eyes big trying to reassure her partner "this is for the best, there is something wrong with you, they only want to help, see what's wrong."
Trying to say this to him she watched as something came across Bosco, like a thought that was just to good for even him, a smirk came across his features following that thought, but Faith noticed something. The smirk, it wasn't his normal one, it had something different, like it was sinister.
Then it happened, all in slow motion, he got the one thing Faith had wanted to make sure he didn't get in the first place, his gun.
When he pushed her and she took a few steps back trying to regain the balance that was off set by the push and not wanting to fall on her ass, Bosco then grabbed the gun belt that had been slung over her shoulder. With quick hands got the gun out of the holster cocked and aimed it right at her.
"Now, you were saying?"
Seeing the gun out of it's protection case the hussle bussle of the ER stopped, most either fell to the ground or some just stood there, frozen. Faith put her hands up near her chest showing Bosco she wasn't reaching for her own weapon.
"Bosco this is not what you want don't do this."
"Yeah? Maybe I know what's best for me and you don't' for a change I am a grown man Faith I think I'm perfectly capable of producing a thought and knowing what I want and don't want."
"Well I know you Bosco, pulling a gun on me isn't you, on these scared people is not my partner that's not you, Bosco just put it down."
Both partners looked at each other for a second, Faith praying thinking for a second maybe he would listen he had to listen he been listening this whole time, but that didn't come true.
"How about....no."
"Bosco please, don't." She tried to make one tiny step and he pushed his arm out more.
"SHUT UP AND DON'T EVEN TAKE ONE FUCKING STEP TOWARDS ME FAITH!"
There she saw the old Bosco after he had yelled that, the guilty all written all over. She had to be making some kind of sense to him, Bosco just had to know this wasn't him.
"I know your hurting Boz, I know that you in pain, but I understand."
"How Faith? HOW CAN YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND?"
"Your not the only one that has it hard Bosco." Faith then bit her tongue she knew she shouldn't of said that.
"Is that because your father was a alcoholic, you think you can relate because of that? Did he even beat the living piss out of you, hit you so damn hard you couldn't even breath for the next week? Lock you in the closet after knocking the shit out of you and then have to listen to your mother scream out in agony as his fist hit her? So can you say yes to any of that, NO YOU CAN'T!"
Faith looked at Bosco with complete silence. Seeing the fire in his eyes, the anger that boiled him. But there was also something else there, something sad, something that was in distress, just completely lost. His hand began to shake as his body began to take on tremors as his eyes began to glaze from the tears, color piercing.
The people still around were still covering their heads nobody dare not even try to take on the man holding the deadly weapon.
"Everybody is against me Faith, they think I did it on purpose."
Still not moving from her place Faith finally put her hands down. But the thing Bosco hadn't noticed was when he closed his eyes after saying this, she had pulled her weapon out and had it behind her.
"Listen to me Bosco, you did what was necessary. If positions were reversed I would have not hesitated. That boy knew what he was doing. Bosco he could of killed us...you....me....if you would have hesitated, my head would have been blown off."
Tears were now visible coming down his cheeks and falling to the tile floor below.
"Please, just put the damn gun down."
"God," the tremors making it sound funny as he spoke it "I can't stand it, I see him everywhere, that stupid kid won't leave me be, I can't take it anymore, I'm sorry I had to put you through this."
Then his hand that had been holding it at Faith Yokas had now gone to his head, tears falling even harder.
"BOSCO DON'T!" screamed Faith.
One single shot went off.
TBC....