Title: Reflections in the Mirror -Bosco's POV
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: Prelude to Family Matters.
Summary: Each of the three Boscorelli Children reflect on their childhood, and living with their father.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them.
A/N: This is just some idea that popped into to my head so I'm going to give it a try. If all works out there will be 3 chapters, Bosco's POV Mikey's POV and Mercedes POV. Each will occur when they are 16. Please--Please let me know what you think.
I'm turned Sixteen today an' I got this crazy idea, of writing 'bout my childhood and reflecting on it. Everything that has happened. If it works out, I'll have Mikey, and Mercedes do the same when they turn 16. I really can't tell anyone 'bout it, 'cause they'll think I'm gay.
Your 16th birthday should be a big deal right? Well not mine, not with my lousy old man around. Drunk off his ass, sitting in the chair. Strings of curse words coming out of his mouth, every five seconds. Right in front of my sister. She's six years old, she doesn't need to be hearin' those kinda things. Next she'll be repeating them. Though I've told her if she ever says those words I'll wash her mouth out with soap. She covers her mouth shaking her head, then takes her hands off her mouth. "No potty mouth Mo." So that's how I spent my 16th birthday listening to my old man swear and throw beer bottles across the living room.
My ma, she was at work. She works at this small diner on 82nd, making 2.00 measly dollars an hour as a waitress, doing whatever she can to make ends meet so us kids can have food, clothes go to school. Trying just to give us the best she can.
Now that I'm 16 I'm getting a job, my ma shouldn't have to do it all alone. She's put up with enough shit. My old man beating her, her watching him beat on her children. usually it's me. If he gets mad at Mikey or Mercedes, I'll do somethin' or say somethin' jus' to get the attention off of them and on to me. Jus' so they don' have to get hurt.
Mikey he's fourteen an' as hard as he acts I know he's still scared of my old man, an' hate gettin' a beatin. So that's why I do those things so I don' have to see it. I don' have to see him cry, or my ma cry or my sister cry. So if he starts on one of them, I'll do whatever it takes to get him to turn on me. I close my eyes an' I take the beatin' that was originally meant for my ma, brother or sister.
They're my family an' I love 'em. I'll do whatever it takes to keep them out of harms way. If it means i get hurt, so be it. It's not like I don' know what I'm doin'.
I can't help but to think, years down the road from now. When we've all gone our own ways. How it will effect us all, what will happen to my ma. She an' my father are suppose to be split up, but he comes back. He'll stand outside my bedroom window knockin' until I answer. He says he's there to see me, that he loves me. But as soon as I let him in he goes right after my mother. She let's him stay.
Like today he did the same thing. Said he came to see me for my birthday, wanted to wish me a happy birthday. I believe him. I thought he was serious. I want them to get back together, even though I know it's a crazy idea that's what I want is for my family to be together.
So I let my old man in, an' he went right after my ma, then my sister started screamin' so he went after her an' of course I stepped in, there was no way in hell I'd let him harm her. So I stepped in a took the beatin' now I gotta black eye, that's what my old man gave me for my birthday was a black eye. I guess it's better on me then it is on Mercedes or Mikey.
She's only six, an' it's amazing how much her little body can take. She's had her fair share. Broken arm, a few broken ribs. Yes a few there have been 3 times where she's had her ribs broken by my old man. Stitches, bruises, an' cuts. Too much pain for one little girl to handle. At six the most she should have are few strawberries on her knees from falling off her bike, but for her, that's the least of her worries.
She was born on Valentines Day, ya know. That's how she got her middle name. Love, I gave it to her. See when my ma had her i thought namin' her somethin' that had to do with the holiday, so I came up with the name Love. My ma had her heart set on the name Mercedes; she always wanted one of them cars. She came to a compromise. Since my ma was going to name her kids all with the name initials, Me, I'm Maurice Louis Boscorelli. Mikey he's Michael Lucas Boscorelli, and Mercedes, she's Mercedes Love Boscorelli. It was suppose to be Mercedes Lynn, but my ma used the name I came up with as her middle name. I know it sounds corny, if she wants to sue me when she gets older, then so be it.
My old man treats her like an animal or somethin'. His favorite thing to do when he "can't handle her," Is locker her in this closet we have. He use to lock me in there when I was younger. I'm still scared of thing, so I can't even begin to phantom how scary it is for her. The thing wouldn't be so bad, if it didn't have so many spiders. Her little legs are covered with spider bites, every where you look. An' I can't always be here so I can't always protect them an' that hurts the most. When I come home from somewhere an' find out what my old man did. There have been so many times; where I have thought 'bout killin' the son-of-a-bitch, but I'd end up in jail an' never be able to help them.
Mikey, he's had his fair share of problems with my dad as well. he's had jus' as many trips to the ER as me an' my sister have. When I'm not 'round he tries do protect Mercedes an' ma. This pisses my old man off more, tellin' Mikey. "It's bad enough your brother does this, I don' need two of you. Someone's gotta set the girl in like or she'll grow up to be a useless as you an' your brother. Or even worse turn out like her mother." My dad always had a way with words. he always had a way to get his point across an' if you didn't like what he said or what your own opinion of things, then he'd use his fists to show you how right he is.
He's not a man who talks, he's a man who fights an' doesn't care who he hurts, jus' so long as they listen.
There have been times where he's been so drunk he's pounded on someone until they were almost dead. One night he came back from the bar, an' Mercedes had fallen asleep on the couch, leaving her toys out. Well my old man tripped over one. He yanked her off the couch an' beat her 'round like he was in some bar fight. Pushin' her down a flight of stairs....this happened on more then one occasion. She ended up with a skull fracture an' spent a week an' half in ICU. She was only four.
See what I mean, my old man, he'll never be father-of-the-year material. He'll always be a no good, worthless drunk who beats his family.
Mikey he spent sometime in IUC when he was 10, my old man got so mad at him. he came home with a bad report card, an' my old man didn't like that. He kicked in him so hard, he ended up pissin' blood an' had to have surgery on his kidney. That's the way it's been. That's how my life has always been watchin' somethin' I have no control over.
I'm goin' to be a cop when I'm old enough, to try an' prevent other families from havin' to go through the same shit, our went through. You may say that's a stupid idea now an' I won't be able to stop everyone, but I'll make sure I'll stop as much of it as I can. I don' care how hard it is, I'm goin' to do it.
No-one should have to go through the pain my family has been through. No-one.
This idea seemed to work pretty good. I dunno what do you think? Think I should have Mikey an' Merc, do one when they turn 16. They'll probably think I'm crazy, but it won't be the first time someone's told me that. In the mean time though, I'll go on protectin' my family. 'Cause I love 'em.