Title: Guns, Bullets, and Lies
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Summary: I hide what's going on in my life, blow it off like I did today, I didn't want to believe the truth, about the lies I heard, the guns that were shot, and the bullets that nearly claimed the life of one of my best friends.
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Spoilers: 'Price Of Nobility'
Guns, Bullets, and Lies
The Cold Flames At Midnight Part 1
The icy air burned my flesh as I walked out of the station, down the steps quickly. Slinking my hands deep in my pockets I attempted to hide from the cold, trying to bury my face into my NYPD jacket. No use for that. I thought to myself starting down the street, a few streetlights shimmering down on me.
Recalling the day's events I shuddered. The day couldn't have gotten much worse. The last time my day was so hectic was when Hobart committed suicide, even then, it didn't compare to now. Cruz had stepped way too far, shock soared though me realizing how much I had screwed up my life. I thought it was the right thing to do, I really did. Boy was I wrong, and a jackass for believing her, she calls it 'doing her job', and I call it lies. Having the burden off my chest felt better then I ever imagined it to, yet something told me it wasn't over. She wanted her revenge for what had happened to her sister, but wow, she was going too far.
I didn't want to remember what we said to each other, what the end came out to be, how selfish I was to bring Faith into this mess. I knew well enough she didn't deserve it, but what do I do? I screw it all up again. It never seems to stop. I no longer know what's right and what's wrong. After all, I'm a cop; I should be able to determine these things. I do my job, and I use to do a damn good job at it too. My work is my life I guess. I don't have much but I learned to live with what I have. My life could have been so different if only I chose the different door. Hey, I could have been a millionaire living on Money Street, but I may have thrown the winning ticket out. How stupid, Bosco. I told myself a million times I would stop living in the past but I never vowed it. I hide what's going on in my life, blow it off like I did today, I didn't want to believe the truth, about the lies I heard, the guns that were shot, and the bullets that nearly claimed the life of one of my best friends.