That was it. It was all over for now. After so long, I told the truth, after all, it needed to be done. Noble should be happy that his lame ass is off the hook even though I would have been more then glad to keep Noble in jail. I felt that's where he belonged. The night of the trial I was pretty much a wreck, even though I had a whole lot of weight off my shoulders, I remembered what Hobart had told me. 'I might as well shoot ya before you destroy the rest of your loved ones lives.' Slower and slower it all started to make sense. I didn't want to be the guy that did this and now, now I have been suspended for weeks along with Faith. Cruz, Cruz will be serving some time over covering up the murder to begin with. I never thought Ritza deserved that, and was sure as hell that Faith didn't need to lose her job over me.
Hell, I'm pretty damn lucky that I didn't go to jail. I was her 'partner in crime' after all. Maybe it was because I spoke up to this whole mess. I'm sure I won't be getting away that easy. Cruz promised that if she was going down, I'd be going down with her. Great, I'm glad she has morals at least.
Every so often I reflect on my pitiful life. Like now. I see how much I have changed as a person, even though it's not very better from how I was from day start. I guess, one part of me was hoping Ritza would change me, at least a little. Hell she did, however, I'm not too sure anymore whether it was for the better of me.
All I wish is that Faith would forgive me, for getting her in this mess. How could I be so damn greedy? Dam nit Bosco, she has a family, kids, and a loving husband and there I go, screwing it up for her. I don't know how she stuck with me for so many years. I really don't. Most people don't have the tolerance to put up with Maurice, after all, I am such a horrible person to live with. That's why from day one, I wondered why Cruz would even try and mess with me. Everyone tends to stay away from me as it is, but she was different. Maybe it's because she's just as screwed up as I am. Ill bet anything if she was to be sitting in jail for her whole life, she would just double over in a ball and cry. Ha, I would pay to see that. Well maybe not pay, I can't believe I'm actually admitting that I would feel sympathy for her. I mean, why should I after all the crap she put on me? I really shouldn't. I guess, Boscorelli, you are the better person cause you could bet my life, she wouldn't feel sympathy for me.
My phone kept ringing over and over again throughout the night. I was pretty damn lucky to be spending the night at home for once. I figured it was my lawyer, Swersky, or Cruz. She wanted to give me hell for sure. I don't blame her. Shoving the pillow over my head I attempted to muffle out the sounds of the ringing phone, much like I would do from a kid, to avoid hearing my mom and dad fight. It didn't work. When I failed I tossed the pillow across the room angrily and picked up the phone.
"What?" I muttered into the receiver hanging off my bed. Whoever had the nerve to wake me up at two in the morning was surely going to pay.
"Bosco it's me." I heard a voice reply. Whoever it was, I praised the lord it wasn't Cruz.
"Who is me? Is me a name?" I paused hearing someone yelling in the background to put the phone down and come to bed. I recognized that voice. "Faith?" I choked sitting up attentively. "What's wrong?"
I heard a muffled yell back in the background, not understanding what was said clearly. "Yeah, Bos, you okay?" Faith asked my concerned.
"You're the one who I should be asking if there okay. What's going on?" I replied back gazing back around my dark room.
"Fred's just upset. But Bos, you did the right thing." She said as I heard interference in the background. There was a click.
"Faith?" I asked confused. What the hell was happening?
"You son of a bitch! How could you do that to Faith! Make her lose her job! I don't want you near her, you hear me!?" Fred's voice was heard. I took the phone away from my ear for a second at his screechy voice.
"Fred, it's nice to hear from you too." I muttered rubbing my head lightly. "Put Faith on the phone."
"Stay out of our lives Boscorelli, I'm warning you!" I heard Faith scream, "FRED!" and then a click.
"Hello? Faith? Hello?" I waited until the operator came on. "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again." I slammed the phone down on the receiver, not really sure how to respond. I always knew Fred never liked me, but I didn't think he would go crazy. Hopefully, Faith was okay. I decided to call her back tomorrow realizing nothing good could come out of tonight. Sitting by the phone for a few minutes, I got no more calls. Tiredly I tossed and turned. After a hour of this, I headed to the bathroom, popped a sleeping pill, and drifted to 'la la land' asleep.