Three days, maybe four. That is what if felt like for Bosco. It had only been a matter of hours he was stuck there in the middle of his apartment; numb. There was a small glow of light now escaping his blinds to his living room bay window.
Bosco was lying on his floor with one leg draped over his coach. The injection still rendered him helpless. He had plenty of time to think. Hell, that was all he did for the remanding hours of the night. Blood had ran down his face from his nose and mouth, and formed to a thick crust across his cheek and into his ear lobe. It had not mattered, because he was numb. He could feel no physical pain.
He had suffered a panic attack during the night, cutting all oxygen off from his precious lungs and knocking him out. He wasn't sure how long he had passed out, but when he woke he wished he had not. Words could not describe how he felt, stuck there not being able to move a muscle in his body. This was worse than being locked in a closet or stuck in the dark. He tried to will his body to move but there was nothing to do but let the drug run its coarse, and to think. He kept taking in long deep breaths, trying to stop another attack.
Cruz was dead! His lover and fellow officer was gone. It was all his fault. He always felt a bond with her after her sister had overdosed. They where both alone in this world. Even though it was mainly just a sexual attraction, he couldn't rid the feelings he was having. To think he was planning on cutting all ties with her. He never had too. No, it couldn't be. This was all some sick joke. He was going to get up and call her and everything would be fine.
How long would he lay here? How long before the last drop of the injection filtered its way out of his veins. Who would find him if it never did? He had no one. He had Faith. Where was she? Maybe she would stop by for him.
~~~~~
Faith had seen her kids and Fred off and was finishing up the dishes when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Yokas! Thank God your home. Have you talked to Bosco? I have been trying to call him all morning. He is not answering his phone. I am really starting to worry about him. Did he have a date or anything last night? Maybe he stayed out all night?" Ty's worried voice came over the phone.
It took Faith a few seconds to register who was on the other end of the line.
"Oh, hey Davis. No, I have not heard from him. He is probably at home passed out; The doctor gave him some pretty strong pills for his broken ribs. That or he stayed out all night with that skank Cruz." Faith said sarcastically. "Why is something wrong?"
"Don't you think that is kind of cold? Have you not watched the news?" Ty responded.
Faith got a sick feeling in her stomach. "No, what happened?" She said pulling out a chair from her kitchen table and sitting down.
"It is Cruz Faith. She was shot in the head last night. She is dead." Ty said.
"Are you serious?" Was all Faith could get out now feeling rather guilty for her comment.
"Serious as a heart attack. They found her a few blocks away from Bosco's place. I don't know if it is related or not, just maybe she was over there. I don't think Bosco would take this well. Maybe I should just drive over there and check on him." Ty said before getting extremely quiet.
"No Davis, let me. I am closer to him than you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, positive." Faith said.
"Al-right, have him call me or you call me back." Ty said hanging the phone up.
Faith didn't even bother to get dressed, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her keys.
~~~~~
Bosco could feel tingling in his body now. The drugs were wearing off. He let out a sigh of relief as he just layed there. He was able to move his fingers slightly and knew it wouldn't be long now. He was becoming slowly aware of pain now though. It was coming from his chest area. Possibly more broken ribs, or aftermath pains from his panic attack.
Just than someone began to pound on his door, causing his heart rate to elevate.
"Bosco? Are you in there open up!" Faith's voice came from the other side.
"Faith! Faith I am in here!" Bosco yelled with a rather weak voice but it was enough for her to hear. She turned the knob to find his door was unlocked. She walked in to a rather messy apartment. Glass was all over the floor and the coach was overturned. She saw Bosco's foot hanging over the coach and rounded it.
"Bosco what the hell happened?" She said her eyes came into contact with him. She inhaled her breath loudly as she spotted the shape Bosco was in.
"What happened?" She said bending down over Bosco and looking him up and down . His face was covered in blood and bruises and he wasn't moving.
"Faith! Cruz?" Was all he could say as he gazed into her eyes searching for answers that he found quickly.
"She is dead Bosco."
"How?" Bosco's voice sounded like a weak child's.
"She was shot in the head at an intersection last night Boz."
Faith noticed a small tear forming in Bosco's eye as it trickled down his cheek.
"It is all my fault Faith!" Bosco said breaking into sobs.
~~~~~
"Good job last night Carter!" Maddog said tossing an envelope at him from his desk. "There is a
bonus in there for you due to the fact it was a pig you shanked. One lest cop to worry about". Smirked Maddog.
"Did you rough the cop up good?"
"Yeah boss, Officer Maurice won't be around for awhile." Carter said tucking the money into his coat pocket.
"Did you take care of Jasmine?"
"Lets just say she won't be talking to anymore cops soon, or EVER for that matter." Carter replied.
"Excellent. Wish I could of been there to see the look in the pig's eyes. Next time I will be count on that! Maurice hmm? Sounds like a faggot to me." Maddog said lighting up a cigar.
"My thoughts exactly!" Said Carter.
TBC!
Bosco was lying on his floor with one leg draped over his coach. The injection still rendered him helpless. He had plenty of time to think. Hell, that was all he did for the remanding hours of the night. Blood had ran down his face from his nose and mouth, and formed to a thick crust across his cheek and into his ear lobe. It had not mattered, because he was numb. He could feel no physical pain.
He had suffered a panic attack during the night, cutting all oxygen off from his precious lungs and knocking him out. He wasn't sure how long he had passed out, but when he woke he wished he had not. Words could not describe how he felt, stuck there not being able to move a muscle in his body. This was worse than being locked in a closet or stuck in the dark. He tried to will his body to move but there was nothing to do but let the drug run its coarse, and to think. He kept taking in long deep breaths, trying to stop another attack.
Cruz was dead! His lover and fellow officer was gone. It was all his fault. He always felt a bond with her after her sister had overdosed. They where both alone in this world. Even though it was mainly just a sexual attraction, he couldn't rid the feelings he was having. To think he was planning on cutting all ties with her. He never had too. No, it couldn't be. This was all some sick joke. He was going to get up and call her and everything would be fine.
How long would he lay here? How long before the last drop of the injection filtered its way out of his veins. Who would find him if it never did? He had no one. He had Faith. Where was she? Maybe she would stop by for him.
~~~~~
Faith had seen her kids and Fred off and was finishing up the dishes when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Yokas! Thank God your home. Have you talked to Bosco? I have been trying to call him all morning. He is not answering his phone. I am really starting to worry about him. Did he have a date or anything last night? Maybe he stayed out all night?" Ty's worried voice came over the phone.
It took Faith a few seconds to register who was on the other end of the line.
"Oh, hey Davis. No, I have not heard from him. He is probably at home passed out; The doctor gave him some pretty strong pills for his broken ribs. That or he stayed out all night with that skank Cruz." Faith said sarcastically. "Why is something wrong?"
"Don't you think that is kind of cold? Have you not watched the news?" Ty responded.
Faith got a sick feeling in her stomach. "No, what happened?" She said pulling out a chair from her kitchen table and sitting down.
"It is Cruz Faith. She was shot in the head last night. She is dead." Ty said.
"Are you serious?" Was all Faith could get out now feeling rather guilty for her comment.
"Serious as a heart attack. They found her a few blocks away from Bosco's place. I don't know if it is related or not, just maybe she was over there. I don't think Bosco would take this well. Maybe I should just drive over there and check on him." Ty said before getting extremely quiet.
"No Davis, let me. I am closer to him than you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, positive." Faith said.
"Al-right, have him call me or you call me back." Ty said hanging the phone up.
Faith didn't even bother to get dressed, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her keys.
~~~~~
Bosco could feel tingling in his body now. The drugs were wearing off. He let out a sigh of relief as he just layed there. He was able to move his fingers slightly and knew it wouldn't be long now. He was becoming slowly aware of pain now though. It was coming from his chest area. Possibly more broken ribs, or aftermath pains from his panic attack.
Just than someone began to pound on his door, causing his heart rate to elevate.
"Bosco? Are you in there open up!" Faith's voice came from the other side.
"Faith! Faith I am in here!" Bosco yelled with a rather weak voice but it was enough for her to hear. She turned the knob to find his door was unlocked. She walked in to a rather messy apartment. Glass was all over the floor and the coach was overturned. She saw Bosco's foot hanging over the coach and rounded it.
"Bosco what the hell happened?" She said her eyes came into contact with him. She inhaled her breath loudly as she spotted the shape Bosco was in.
"What happened?" She said bending down over Bosco and looking him up and down . His face was covered in blood and bruises and he wasn't moving.
"Faith! Cruz?" Was all he could say as he gazed into her eyes searching for answers that he found quickly.
"She is dead Bosco."
"How?" Bosco's voice sounded like a weak child's.
"She was shot in the head at an intersection last night Boz."
Faith noticed a small tear forming in Bosco's eye as it trickled down his cheek.
"It is all my fault Faith!" Bosco said breaking into sobs.
~~~~~
"Good job last night Carter!" Maddog said tossing an envelope at him from his desk. "There is a
bonus in there for you due to the fact it was a pig you shanked. One lest cop to worry about". Smirked Maddog.
"Did you rough the cop up good?"
"Yeah boss, Officer Maurice won't be around for awhile." Carter said tucking the money into his coat pocket.
"Did you take care of Jasmine?"
"Lets just say she won't be talking to anymore cops soon, or EVER for that matter." Carter replied.
"Excellent. Wish I could of been there to see the look in the pig's eyes. Next time I will be count on that! Maurice hmm? Sounds like a faggot to me." Maddog said lighting up a cigar.
"My thoughts exactly!" Said Carter.
TBC!