Revenge
Chapter 58
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Bosco awakened to the sound of a baby softly cooing. He lay in the bed, eyes closed, just listening to the sounds of contentment through the baby monitor alongside the bed. Then he heard the soft sound of Trisha gently talking to their child, telling him what the events of the day would be.
Suddenly, the sound of a ringing telephone became louder and he opened his eyes, realizing that he'd been dreaming. The answering machine in the living room picked up and he listened to the voice. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the extension phone.
"Hey," he said to Faith, the sleep still in his voice. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:30 in the morning.
"Hey, yourself. How're you doing?" Faith asked cheerfully.
"Um..., not sure yet," he grunted, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, trying to shake the memory of the dream. "I just woke up."
"Did I wake you up? Sorry," she said.
"It's okay. I needed to wake up anyway," he said, remembering the dream he'd been having. "Weird dream," he explained.
"Oh. Well, I uh..., got a call from Trisha early this morning, Bos," Faith started and Bosco's stomach tightened. "How much does she know?" he thought to himself.
When she didn't receive a response, Faith continued, "She's pretty upset. She said you guys had some kind of a disagreement last night, but didn't get into particulars. She said you wouldn't pick up the phone and she was worried about you - wanted to make sure you were alright. Your Mom came over last night, right, because that's what I told her?" Faith asked him.
"Yeah, she was here. I sent her home though. No sense in her staying here and watching me sleep all night. She might as well have gotten some sleep too," he reasoned. "She's coming back this morning. In fact, I hear her knocking now," he lied, not wanting to get into this with Faith just yet.
"Oh, well, okay. I'll let you go then," she said, and then following up with, "Look, Bos. I don't know what happened and if it's none of my business I'll respect that, but if you want to talk about it, you know I'm here, right?"
"Yup," he said. "I just can't right now, okay?"
"No problem. Whenever," she offered again before hanging up.
"Thanks, Faith," Bosco said, hanging up.
Bosco dialed his mother's number and waited for her to answer. "Ma, did I wake you up?" he asked, suddenly remembering how early it was.
"Maurice? Are you alright?" Rose asked, instantly awake.
"Yeah. I just wanted to catch you before you left. I'm feeling a hundred percent better today. I'm just gonna hang out here and take it easy," he told her, not really wanting company.
"Are you sure, Maurice? What about Trisha? You'll you have to talk to her - the sooner the better," Rose told him.
"I know. I'll give her a call in a little while. I just want to hang here and think for a little while. I've got to get things straight in my head, you know?" he replied.
"I know, but don't wait too long. She's probably upset and scared. Think hard about how you feel - people make mistakes and errors in judgement all the time. Just look at how many times I've screwed up, but you know that I love you and always will," she said, pausing to let what she said sink in. "I'm going to stop over later though, because you have nothing in your apartment to eat or drink. Any special requests?" she asked, lightening the tone.
"Thanks, Ma. You know what I like. Just don't go overboard," he told her.
"Call me if you need me and I'll see you in a little bit," she said, hanging up the phone.
Bosco hung up and climbed slowly out of bed. Surprisingly, he did feel a lot better today - less sore and a little more flexible. He grabbed some clean clothes out of his room and headed in to take a quick shower, careful not to stand directly under the water and saturate his sutures.
After coming out of the shower and shaving, Bosco decided that he'd worked up an appetite. He went into the kitchen and was rewarded with empty cabinets. He'd have to walk to the corner to get some breakfast, deciding that the fresh air might do him good. He grabbed his antibiotic and downed the pill, deciding that he didn't need the pain medication. He caught sight of the bottle of vitamins on the table and picked them up. Staring at them while he thought, he decided that even if it wasn't his kid and they never got things straightened out, she'd need the vitamins for the baby. He'd take them over to her.
He grabbed his keys and walked out of the apartment. Upon walking down the front steps of his building he remembered that his car was still at Trisha's - Faith had driven him home yesterday. He continued his walk to the corner where he sat in the coffee shop and had a bagel and a cup of coffee as he watched the traffic go by.
After awhile, he paid his bill and walked outside. He reached into his pocket and again felt the bottle of Trisha's vitamins. He walked to the curb and hailed a cab, giving the cabbie the address. About twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of Trisha's building, alongside his car, and Bosco paid and got out. The cab drove off and he stood outside the apartment, looking up toward her window.
Instead of going straight up to her apartment, he walked around the area a little to clear his head and get his thoughts straight. He thought long and hard about his feelings for her and still couldn't say that he didn't love her. There was just something about her and that, combined with what his mother had said about having to talk to her and try to work things out, made him finally decide to head up to the apartment and try to talk about things.
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Trisha heard the knocking on the door. She was in the kitchen, on the floor, the pain she was feeling was so strong she hadn't been able to move. She couldn't get to the phone to call for help. She tried to call out to whoever was on the other side of the door for help, but as she started her voice was taken away by another sharp pain ripping through her abdomen. Unable to call out, but afraid that whoever was there would leave, she picked up the dish that she'd been holding when she fell to the floor and flung it toward the apartment door, hoping that it would draw attention.
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Bosco thought he heard noise from inside the apartment, despite having knocked a few times. "She probably doesn't want to talk to me," he thought to himself. He stood there for a moment, deciding whether he should try again or just come back another time when she'd had some time to think too. He turned to leave, reaching in his pocket for his extra set of car keys, but the sound of breaking glass caught his attention. It sounded like it had landed against the door.
He turned back to the door and knocked again, this time calling out. "Trisha! It's me! Are you alright?"
There was no answer. He thumped on the door again with his fist. "Trisha! Are you in there? Open the door!"
Keeping his ear close to the door, he listened for a moment and heard the faint sound of her calling to him.
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Trisha saw the plate land against the door and shatter. Then, she heard the sound of someone knocking on the door again and heard Maurice on the other side. Relief flooded over her as she realized she'd raised his attention. He was calling to her and she tried to answer him, but the pain was too great and it took her breath away. Finally, she was able to gather some breath to call to him.
"Help!" came the weak sound of her voice and she hoped he heard her.
She was rewarded with his answer to hold on. He tried the knob and found it to be locked. He threw his body against the door in an effort to break in, the pain from his own injuries not registering with him. He continued slamming into the door until the wood around the doorframe finally splintered and he was able to push into the apartment, breaking the chain on the door.
Stepping over the broken dish, he called out to her. He heard a noise coming from the kitchen. "Trish!" he called, moving quickly to the kitchen area and finding her on the floor.
"Trisha! Oh my God!" he yelled, bending down next to her.
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TBC...
Chapter 58
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Bosco awakened to the sound of a baby softly cooing. He lay in the bed, eyes closed, just listening to the sounds of contentment through the baby monitor alongside the bed. Then he heard the soft sound of Trisha gently talking to their child, telling him what the events of the day would be.
Suddenly, the sound of a ringing telephone became louder and he opened his eyes, realizing that he'd been dreaming. The answering machine in the living room picked up and he listened to the voice. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the extension phone.
"Hey," he said to Faith, the sleep still in his voice. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:30 in the morning.
"Hey, yourself. How're you doing?" Faith asked cheerfully.
"Um..., not sure yet," he grunted, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, trying to shake the memory of the dream. "I just woke up."
"Did I wake you up? Sorry," she said.
"It's okay. I needed to wake up anyway," he said, remembering the dream he'd been having. "Weird dream," he explained.
"Oh. Well, I uh..., got a call from Trisha early this morning, Bos," Faith started and Bosco's stomach tightened. "How much does she know?" he thought to himself.
When she didn't receive a response, Faith continued, "She's pretty upset. She said you guys had some kind of a disagreement last night, but didn't get into particulars. She said you wouldn't pick up the phone and she was worried about you - wanted to make sure you were alright. Your Mom came over last night, right, because that's what I told her?" Faith asked him.
"Yeah, she was here. I sent her home though. No sense in her staying here and watching me sleep all night. She might as well have gotten some sleep too," he reasoned. "She's coming back this morning. In fact, I hear her knocking now," he lied, not wanting to get into this with Faith just yet.
"Oh, well, okay. I'll let you go then," she said, and then following up with, "Look, Bos. I don't know what happened and if it's none of my business I'll respect that, but if you want to talk about it, you know I'm here, right?"
"Yup," he said. "I just can't right now, okay?"
"No problem. Whenever," she offered again before hanging up.
"Thanks, Faith," Bosco said, hanging up.
Bosco dialed his mother's number and waited for her to answer. "Ma, did I wake you up?" he asked, suddenly remembering how early it was.
"Maurice? Are you alright?" Rose asked, instantly awake.
"Yeah. I just wanted to catch you before you left. I'm feeling a hundred percent better today. I'm just gonna hang out here and take it easy," he told her, not really wanting company.
"Are you sure, Maurice? What about Trisha? You'll you have to talk to her - the sooner the better," Rose told him.
"I know. I'll give her a call in a little while. I just want to hang here and think for a little while. I've got to get things straight in my head, you know?" he replied.
"I know, but don't wait too long. She's probably upset and scared. Think hard about how you feel - people make mistakes and errors in judgement all the time. Just look at how many times I've screwed up, but you know that I love you and always will," she said, pausing to let what she said sink in. "I'm going to stop over later though, because you have nothing in your apartment to eat or drink. Any special requests?" she asked, lightening the tone.
"Thanks, Ma. You know what I like. Just don't go overboard," he told her.
"Call me if you need me and I'll see you in a little bit," she said, hanging up the phone.
Bosco hung up and climbed slowly out of bed. Surprisingly, he did feel a lot better today - less sore and a little more flexible. He grabbed some clean clothes out of his room and headed in to take a quick shower, careful not to stand directly under the water and saturate his sutures.
After coming out of the shower and shaving, Bosco decided that he'd worked up an appetite. He went into the kitchen and was rewarded with empty cabinets. He'd have to walk to the corner to get some breakfast, deciding that the fresh air might do him good. He grabbed his antibiotic and downed the pill, deciding that he didn't need the pain medication. He caught sight of the bottle of vitamins on the table and picked them up. Staring at them while he thought, he decided that even if it wasn't his kid and they never got things straightened out, she'd need the vitamins for the baby. He'd take them over to her.
He grabbed his keys and walked out of the apartment. Upon walking down the front steps of his building he remembered that his car was still at Trisha's - Faith had driven him home yesterday. He continued his walk to the corner where he sat in the coffee shop and had a bagel and a cup of coffee as he watched the traffic go by.
After awhile, he paid his bill and walked outside. He reached into his pocket and again felt the bottle of Trisha's vitamins. He walked to the curb and hailed a cab, giving the cabbie the address. About twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of Trisha's building, alongside his car, and Bosco paid and got out. The cab drove off and he stood outside the apartment, looking up toward her window.
Instead of going straight up to her apartment, he walked around the area a little to clear his head and get his thoughts straight. He thought long and hard about his feelings for her and still couldn't say that he didn't love her. There was just something about her and that, combined with what his mother had said about having to talk to her and try to work things out, made him finally decide to head up to the apartment and try to talk about things.
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Trisha heard the knocking on the door. She was in the kitchen, on the floor, the pain she was feeling was so strong she hadn't been able to move. She couldn't get to the phone to call for help. She tried to call out to whoever was on the other side of the door for help, but as she started her voice was taken away by another sharp pain ripping through her abdomen. Unable to call out, but afraid that whoever was there would leave, she picked up the dish that she'd been holding when she fell to the floor and flung it toward the apartment door, hoping that it would draw attention.
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Bosco thought he heard noise from inside the apartment, despite having knocked a few times. "She probably doesn't want to talk to me," he thought to himself. He stood there for a moment, deciding whether he should try again or just come back another time when she'd had some time to think too. He turned to leave, reaching in his pocket for his extra set of car keys, but the sound of breaking glass caught his attention. It sounded like it had landed against the door.
He turned back to the door and knocked again, this time calling out. "Trisha! It's me! Are you alright?"
There was no answer. He thumped on the door again with his fist. "Trisha! Are you in there? Open the door!"
Keeping his ear close to the door, he listened for a moment and heard the faint sound of her calling to him.
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Trisha saw the plate land against the door and shatter. Then, she heard the sound of someone knocking on the door again and heard Maurice on the other side. Relief flooded over her as she realized she'd raised his attention. He was calling to her and she tried to answer him, but the pain was too great and it took her breath away. Finally, she was able to gather some breath to call to him.
"Help!" came the weak sound of her voice and she hoped he heard her.
She was rewarded with his answer to hold on. He tried the knob and found it to be locked. He threw his body against the door in an effort to break in, the pain from his own injuries not registering with him. He continued slamming into the door until the wood around the doorframe finally splintered and he was able to push into the apartment, breaking the chain on the door.
Stepping over the broken dish, he called out to her. He heard a noise coming from the kitchen. "Trish!" he called, moving quickly to the kitchen area and finding her on the floor.
"Trisha! Oh my God!" he yelled, bending down next to her.
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TBC...