"5-5 David We got two anti-crime officers non-responsive off 14th Arthur." The radio repeated.
"5-5 David copy off 15th," Faith muttered into the radio as she switched on the sirens speeding down the street.
"Wasn't Bosco working on Anti-Crime?" The idiot Gulser asked in the passenger seat fiddling with his seat belt.
"Yeah, only for the twentieth time," She sighed. Talking to Gulser was like talking to a wall, he didn't seem to comprehend much, not anything at all to come to think of it. Maybe working with Bosco was a whole lot better. At least he listened. Well, most of the time. The truth was she didn't know how she felt about Bosco. It bugged her that he chose Cruz over her. That bitch was a good for nothing whore, if you asked her. She knew that it was better for the both of them to take some time apart, but as the days went on, she felt herself falling further and further away from him. She didn't want to lose Bosco as a friend but the words he had said to her about her not being a good mother, hurt. Hell it hurt a lot. He didn't have the right to say anything in that sort to her. After all, he wasn't a choir boy as it was.
Her heart was racing as they approached the small junk house. It was a quarter after ten and the moons dim light was there only source beside the junkie flashlights they held up. Please god, let Bosco be alright. She thought. If he wasn't, how would she live with herself? Taking off her gun from her belt she headed up to the door.
"What the hell?" She muttered, Gulser behind her as he looked around nervously.
"The doors locked?" Gulser asked dumbly. I gave him a shut-up-look.
"Try barricaded." Faith replied banging on the door, shifting my weight, it didn't budge. What the hell happened? "Bosco?" Faith yelled loudly banging her fists on the door. There was no way they were getting in here, alone. "Damn it!" She said turned to Gulser. "5-5 David requesting back-up and administration at this location," She said into it.
"5-5 Charlie copy request for David. We are on our way" The radio repeated as I looked back to the small junk house. Don't worry Bosco; we'll get you out of there.
Shifting as I came out of a daze I woke up to hysterical cries of Maritza Cruz. Some sirens were in the distance and were getting closer. I could swear I heard muffle cries of Faith yelling my name but I figured it was my head as I slit open my eyes. Loud bags were heard in the other room. Tears were streamed down her ghostly face as I took a bearing of my surroundings. She was crying a blend of Spanish and English, her head still back against the wall, she looked worse since I had passed out. I stood up slowly and walked over to her side slowly, keeping my stability.
"Cruz." I took her free hand into the palm of mine. She was burning up. I rubbed the back of my hand along her damp forehead. She felt like she was on fire.
"Ritza," I said softly trying to comfort her. My jacket was now soaked with blood, full to capacity. She didn't reply to me at first, opening her eyes slowly. She didn't seem to realize who I was at first, looking at me blankly though her weary eyes.
"She's dead, Littie, she's dead!" She cried, tears pouring out of her eyes. "I saw her! I-I, she was dead Bosco, dead in my arms." She was falling apart before my very eyes. The strong Maritza Cruz was breaking.
"Shh..Ritza, c'mon, it's okay, you're going to be alright." I murmured to her.
"No, no, it hurts, the pain, its hurts!" She continued to cry. I looked around frantically. I had no idea what to do. I was losing her.
"Please, Cruz, you're strong, I know how strong you are, okay? Hold on, please, for me, just hold on!" I yelled at her, feeling guilty afterwards. Tears were ready to erupt from my own eyes. I couldn't stand seeing her this way, I couldn't understand that she was dieing and here I was, clueless.
"She didn't care! She walked away from me that damn bitch! I hope she burns in hell! You hear me? I want her to burn in hell! Bosco!" She yelled. Man, she was delirious as I pushed her damp hair out of her face. "I'd kill that bitch! I swear I would!" She continued ranting.
"Don't waste your breath," I told her even though she didn't seem to care as she wept in tears. For a second, I swear the tears were bloody, after blinking a few times I realized it was my eyes, the dried blood on her face under the wet tears.
"Please, Bosco, damn it you son of a bitch! Listen to me!" She continued looking at me with widened angry eyes. I became silent staring at her. She wanted to tell me something, I had no clue what.
"After all this, go into my place, my top drawer in my bedroom, there's something I want you to take for me, keep it safe, okay? Would you do that for me?" She was nearly begging. I shook my head. No, no, no…
"You're not going to die! You hear me? You're not going anywhere!" I yelled at her shaking her slightly. Her face turned into a twisted pout, the tears were now giving back. She had used up all her energy, I could see it.
"There's something in there for you, it's yours, now. I want you to have it, hide it okay? Don't tell anybody about it though. Please, Bosco, do that, would ya, just for now, do that for me." She rambled on her eyes starting to close.
"Please, stay awake okay? Please, Cruz, I'm warning you, don't close your eyes!" I told her my hand cupped her cheek as I stood up leaving her side for a brief minute walking back over to the door.
"Damn you asses!! If you don't get her out of here, she's going to die?! You hear me!!?? Do you want to be another murderer?! Let her go!!! Please damn it, mother fuckers!!" I yelled my rage exploding as I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I had a feeling it was muffled by the cries of Maritza but I didn't care. Her crying made me feel better; I knew she was still awake. I slammed my fists on the door with all my might.
"Someone, anyone, help her!! Please!!" I shouted collapsing on the wall, my head was pounding, my throat was swollen, and I coughed for air. I surely had something wrong with me, the bump obviously wasn't helping. I didn't care who heard me screaming, I had to get her out of here.
"I swear to god! Come here and Ill kick your fucking ass you jag-offs!" I cursed hysterically. Tears were spilling from my eyes from rage, anger, and fear. I took one more blow at the door as someone opened it. Needless to say, I collided into them, sending them back against the floor.
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