Ah, thanks to ALL of you asking me to update - that shows me you care! I
care too, so this chapter is all pure, hard-core Bosco angst. Call it a
token of my appreciation and gratitude *wink*.
Chapter 15:
As Bosco's body started to feel the stinging reaction from the injection, he looked up at Carter who was just starring back at him sadistically.
Carter broke eye contact and looked up at his thugs and motioned for them to release the grip on Bosco now. He knew Bosco would be too incoherent to try anything stupid. Well, he was pretty sure Bosco would try something stupid but he was going to enjoy fucking with him regardless.
Bosco felt the release of his arms and he gradually moved them to the front of his body. He lifted one hand up unhurriedly and eradicated the syringe that was still poking his neck.
Bailey grabbed his wrist forcefully causing Bosco's bicep to cramp up. Bosco dropped the syringe promptly into Bailey's hand. Bailey released Bosco's wrist and cracked the side door open and threw the dirty needle on the concrete ground. At that moment, Bosco felt his vision blur temporarily and he experienced some nausea. He felt like he was on the worlds largest roller coaster ride with a full meal in his stomach while intoxicated. He accidentally leaned into Bailey while he was getting ready to shut the door and Bailey took it as an attempt to escape.
He clinched his fist tight and threw a hard one into Bosco causing his lip and nose to bust wide open and his head to jerk hard to his left. Blood from Bosco's mouth and nose sprayed all across the side window as Bosco's head hit it making a loud 'thud'.
Everything felt slow motion and fake to Bosco. The drugs must have already been in his system fully. He slowly lifted his hand up to rub his head. He knew it should hurt, but ironically it didn't.
"Oh! That is gonna leave a mark," Carter said laughing nastily. Bailey finished closing the side door and began to join in with the laughter.
"You guys are... a bunch of jagoffs," Bosco said regaining his sitting position but swaying slightly back and forth. He tried to hold his finger out to point at Carter but his arm felt like rubber and he only got it inches from his thigh before dropping his arm down to his side.
"Come on pig, relax the party is just starting," Edwards said pulling a marijuana joint from his pocket and tossing it at Carter. Carter caught it and just laughed harder as he rolled up his window that was slightly cracked.
Carter pulled a lighter from his shirt pocket and lit the joint taking a few tokes and holding them in a few seconds before bending over his seat and blowing the smoke directly into Bosco's face. Bosco tried to flinch his head to the side so he would not have to inhale it directly but Edwards already had a firm grip on the back of his neck, locking his head in place.
"Want a hit faggot?" Carter mused holding the joint in Bosco's face.
Bosco was so high he could barely think straight. He didn't want a hit but he knew he was incapable of getting away. The windows being rolled up were holding all the smoke in making him feel even dizzier. His mouth was so dry and he was sweating profusely. The vehicle felt like all the air was sucked out and all he was inhaling was thick smoke. He felt his lungs tighten and he coughed fitfully.
"Why (cough) is it you can only call me (cough) faggot or pig? You (cough) are one (cough) uneducated mother fucker." Bosco looked up at Carter and squinted as his vision played tricks on him. "Not only that (cough) you are one ugly bastard." Bosco finished in a fit of hoarse coughs.
Bosco's body was now trembling heavily and he curled up as much as his broken ribs would allow. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, but he could feel a weird sensation as if something was 'sticking' him somewhere it wasn't supposed to. He got as comfortable as possible and just sat there starring out the front windshield. His teeth had begun to chatter and he was now shaking so hard it almost looked like a seizure.
~~~~~
The words of Carter, Bailey, and Edwards slowly faded out as he saw a young Hispanic woman slowly approaching the vehicle. Bosco remained frozen and just watched her. As she slowly made her way around to the side of the Yukon, she opened the side door letting the inner light of the car reveal her identity.
"Jasmine!" Bosco gasped hard realizing it was the dead prostitute.
"How could you let them kill me Officer? I trusted you to protect me and you failed me," Jasmine said as tears began to form in her eyes.
Bosco almost fell out of his seat. "I saw you, you're dead!"
"How could you let them rape me like that in the alley? I called for you. Why wouldn't you help me?"
"I am sorry, I tried, God knows I tried. They knocked me out, there was nothing I could do," Bosco could barely breath now and was gasping for any oxygen available.
"What about me Boz? You weren't knocked out when they killed me. Where were you? Oh, that's right you were just passed out," Cruz said coming from the back of the Yukon and putting her arm around Jasmine.
"CRUZ, Oh Cruz, I am SO sorry. I didn't know! This is my entire fault. This never should have happened to you, to either of you. Please forgive me? How can I ever make this up to you both?" Bosco was in tears now.
"Where is Faith? She can help us," Bosco said in-between sobs.
"Mommy isn't her Boz, it is up to you to make this right. You wanna make it up to us? Kill these bastards. Kill them you coward," Cruz said nostrils flaring.
"I can't!"
"Bosco, did you ever love me?" Cruz stuck her face over Bailey's lap and looked at him with a saddened expression. She looked him in the eyes and than looked down at Bailey's ankle.
"NO!"
~~~~~
Carter was putting what was left of the joint in the ashtray when Bosco screamed.
"NO!"
All three laughed so hard. "Wonder what Maurice is hallucinating about. We gonna kill him now? I know where there is a bitchin' party full of fine ass bitches," Edwards said lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah, this is getting old to me too, come on Carter, enough is enough. Let me do him in and lets get on with the evening. The night is so young and I am so single," Bailey said snatching the lighter from Edwards hand.
Carter had pulled out a vile of cocaine and placed a few drops on his finger rubbing it into his teeth before saying, "Yeah, okay, give me five more minutes with the Officer."
As Bailey opened the side door again to step out, his left pants leg lifted up exposing a holster with a haunting knife. Bosco snapped out of his hallucination when he was looking down at the direction Cruz was.
TBC..
Chapter 15:
As Bosco's body started to feel the stinging reaction from the injection, he looked up at Carter who was just starring back at him sadistically.
Carter broke eye contact and looked up at his thugs and motioned for them to release the grip on Bosco now. He knew Bosco would be too incoherent to try anything stupid. Well, he was pretty sure Bosco would try something stupid but he was going to enjoy fucking with him regardless.
Bosco felt the release of his arms and he gradually moved them to the front of his body. He lifted one hand up unhurriedly and eradicated the syringe that was still poking his neck.
Bailey grabbed his wrist forcefully causing Bosco's bicep to cramp up. Bosco dropped the syringe promptly into Bailey's hand. Bailey released Bosco's wrist and cracked the side door open and threw the dirty needle on the concrete ground. At that moment, Bosco felt his vision blur temporarily and he experienced some nausea. He felt like he was on the worlds largest roller coaster ride with a full meal in his stomach while intoxicated. He accidentally leaned into Bailey while he was getting ready to shut the door and Bailey took it as an attempt to escape.
He clinched his fist tight and threw a hard one into Bosco causing his lip and nose to bust wide open and his head to jerk hard to his left. Blood from Bosco's mouth and nose sprayed all across the side window as Bosco's head hit it making a loud 'thud'.
Everything felt slow motion and fake to Bosco. The drugs must have already been in his system fully. He slowly lifted his hand up to rub his head. He knew it should hurt, but ironically it didn't.
"Oh! That is gonna leave a mark," Carter said laughing nastily. Bailey finished closing the side door and began to join in with the laughter.
"You guys are... a bunch of jagoffs," Bosco said regaining his sitting position but swaying slightly back and forth. He tried to hold his finger out to point at Carter but his arm felt like rubber and he only got it inches from his thigh before dropping his arm down to his side.
"Come on pig, relax the party is just starting," Edwards said pulling a marijuana joint from his pocket and tossing it at Carter. Carter caught it and just laughed harder as he rolled up his window that was slightly cracked.
Carter pulled a lighter from his shirt pocket and lit the joint taking a few tokes and holding them in a few seconds before bending over his seat and blowing the smoke directly into Bosco's face. Bosco tried to flinch his head to the side so he would not have to inhale it directly but Edwards already had a firm grip on the back of his neck, locking his head in place.
"Want a hit faggot?" Carter mused holding the joint in Bosco's face.
Bosco was so high he could barely think straight. He didn't want a hit but he knew he was incapable of getting away. The windows being rolled up were holding all the smoke in making him feel even dizzier. His mouth was so dry and he was sweating profusely. The vehicle felt like all the air was sucked out and all he was inhaling was thick smoke. He felt his lungs tighten and he coughed fitfully.
"Why (cough) is it you can only call me (cough) faggot or pig? You (cough) are one (cough) uneducated mother fucker." Bosco looked up at Carter and squinted as his vision played tricks on him. "Not only that (cough) you are one ugly bastard." Bosco finished in a fit of hoarse coughs.
Bosco's body was now trembling heavily and he curled up as much as his broken ribs would allow. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, but he could feel a weird sensation as if something was 'sticking' him somewhere it wasn't supposed to. He got as comfortable as possible and just sat there starring out the front windshield. His teeth had begun to chatter and he was now shaking so hard it almost looked like a seizure.
~~~~~
The words of Carter, Bailey, and Edwards slowly faded out as he saw a young Hispanic woman slowly approaching the vehicle. Bosco remained frozen and just watched her. As she slowly made her way around to the side of the Yukon, she opened the side door letting the inner light of the car reveal her identity.
"Jasmine!" Bosco gasped hard realizing it was the dead prostitute.
"How could you let them kill me Officer? I trusted you to protect me and you failed me," Jasmine said as tears began to form in her eyes.
Bosco almost fell out of his seat. "I saw you, you're dead!"
"How could you let them rape me like that in the alley? I called for you. Why wouldn't you help me?"
"I am sorry, I tried, God knows I tried. They knocked me out, there was nothing I could do," Bosco could barely breath now and was gasping for any oxygen available.
"What about me Boz? You weren't knocked out when they killed me. Where were you? Oh, that's right you were just passed out," Cruz said coming from the back of the Yukon and putting her arm around Jasmine.
"CRUZ, Oh Cruz, I am SO sorry. I didn't know! This is my entire fault. This never should have happened to you, to either of you. Please forgive me? How can I ever make this up to you both?" Bosco was in tears now.
"Where is Faith? She can help us," Bosco said in-between sobs.
"Mommy isn't her Boz, it is up to you to make this right. You wanna make it up to us? Kill these bastards. Kill them you coward," Cruz said nostrils flaring.
"I can't!"
"Bosco, did you ever love me?" Cruz stuck her face over Bailey's lap and looked at him with a saddened expression. She looked him in the eyes and than looked down at Bailey's ankle.
"NO!"
~~~~~
Carter was putting what was left of the joint in the ashtray when Bosco screamed.
"NO!"
All three laughed so hard. "Wonder what Maurice is hallucinating about. We gonna kill him now? I know where there is a bitchin' party full of fine ass bitches," Edwards said lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah, this is getting old to me too, come on Carter, enough is enough. Let me do him in and lets get on with the evening. The night is so young and I am so single," Bailey said snatching the lighter from Edwards hand.
Carter had pulled out a vile of cocaine and placed a few drops on his finger rubbing it into his teeth before saying, "Yeah, okay, give me five more minutes with the Officer."
As Bailey opened the side door again to step out, his left pants leg lifted up exposing a holster with a haunting knife. Bosco snapped out of his hallucination when he was looking down at the direction Cruz was.
TBC..