Family Matters Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
A/N: I also used quotes from "Childhood Memories." In the scene where Bosco was with his Dad in the cab.
I find a payphone and call the number Mikey, had written down on the napkin. I really didn't wanna see my old man much. But there was something's that I needed to tell him, weather he liked it or not. he was goin' to hear it. So I waited at the corner of 81st and 1st. While I waited I did some thinkin', 'bout when I was younger. How I hated watchin' my Dad beat on my Ma, use her as his personal punchin' bag, not even carin' weather or not Mikey and I were around. Then how when things got worse after my sister was born, and how it made it feel. For the longest time, still even to this day she blames herself for makin' things worse. Even though time after time I tell her it's not her fault, that it still would'a happened. It helps to explain a lot, it helps to explain why she's so thin, why if and when she does eat, why she goes into the bathroom and throws it all up. I walked in on her one time doin' it. She didn't see me. I closed the door before she could. My heart broke for her. Seein' my baby sister like that, hurtin' that bad, hurt me. I wanna help her, I wanna get her better, but I don' know where to start, or how to. It kills me inside seein' her like that, and not knowin' what to do. I feel as if I'm lettin' her down. I feel like if she dies, then it's my fault cus' I didn't do anythin' for her.
A cab pulls up and I look in. It's dark but I can tell it's my old man. I open the door an get in. "Long time no see Dad." I tell him. I know my Dad can tell this isn't just goin' to be any old Father and son talk. I'd be doin' the talkin' and he'd be doin' the listenin'.
"Where to?" My Dad asks me.
I think for a minuet I really didn't have a set destination. "Five dollars worth." I tell him with a smirk. Then I start my talk, weather he wanted to hear it or not, I was goin' to tell him. "Stopped by Ma's and saw Mercedes today. Know what she had for breakfast? An 8oz carton of orange juice, that's all. Nothin' else. I don' even know when the last time she ate was, she down to a slim 98lbs. Yea 98lbs." I tell him as I look out the window before looking at him through the rear view mirror. "Know how much she should weigh Dad, 'bout 125lbs. So basically Mercedes is dyin' and I don' know what to do. I'm lettin' my baby sister die. She also can't sleep with the light off, can't be in any dark room. Wonder why? Suppose ya know why. I don' think you lockin' her in a small, dark closet when she was younger has anythin' to do with it. Damn it she was six Dad! She was a baby! Jus' a baby and you shoved her in a closet like a dirty mop!"
He looked at me through the rearview mirror and said nothin' jus' kept on drivin' "I also saw Michael today, he was bent over the sink doin' a line. What'd ya think has him so messed, what'd ya think he's trying to forget.?" I look a him again. "You feel any responsibility for the screwed up people you left behind. Or why Mom ya know. Mom puts whiskey in her coffee now. Think you might be responsible for that." I give him a cold, long hard stare. "Or how 'bout me? I spent my hole life chasing bad guys. I'm never gunna catch." I shae my head in disgust, both for my Dad and me. "I'm trying - trying to make up for helpin' you hurt my Mom - hurt my family." Again I look at him and again he said nothin' just kept drivin'. "All those time you couldn't get into the house to beat Mom up, you'd come to my window, my bedroom. Stand out on that little porch and tap on the window until I woke up. Sayin' ya jus wanted to sit with me a little while, sayin' ya loved me. So I let you in, I missed you I wanted you guys to stay together." I stared at my Dad a little more, then looked back out the window. "You'd push right past me to get to her. Wouldn't even slow down, ya hear that Dad." I see that the meter had stopped on five dollars and my Dad stopped the cab. "Now I can't sleep with the window open, if I can sleep at all."
My dad looked at me. "That'll be five dollars." He said, just like the cold hearted bastard that he is.
I shake my head and let out a small chuckle as I put the money in the small window, which he quickly takes. I open the door and get out, standing there with the door open for a few minuets. "Oh By the way, that whole World Trade Center thing, in case you were worried....I'm alive. Thanks for calling." I tell him as I slam the door shut and he drives off.
It really pissed me off seein' how little he cares for his family, his daughter is goin' to die if I don' get her help soon. It has to be me because no-one else will do it. Michael is hooked on drugs, my Ma puts whiskey into her coffee every mornin' and me well I'm my own worst enemy sometimes. My old man, he doesn't give a shit. Either way. Never did, never will. Mean while I gotta pick up all the wrecked baggage he's left behind.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
A/N: I also used quotes from "Childhood Memories." In the scene where Bosco was with his Dad in the cab.
I find a payphone and call the number Mikey, had written down on the napkin. I really didn't wanna see my old man much. But there was something's that I needed to tell him, weather he liked it or not. he was goin' to hear it. So I waited at the corner of 81st and 1st. While I waited I did some thinkin', 'bout when I was younger. How I hated watchin' my Dad beat on my Ma, use her as his personal punchin' bag, not even carin' weather or not Mikey and I were around. Then how when things got worse after my sister was born, and how it made it feel. For the longest time, still even to this day she blames herself for makin' things worse. Even though time after time I tell her it's not her fault, that it still would'a happened. It helps to explain a lot, it helps to explain why she's so thin, why if and when she does eat, why she goes into the bathroom and throws it all up. I walked in on her one time doin' it. She didn't see me. I closed the door before she could. My heart broke for her. Seein' my baby sister like that, hurtin' that bad, hurt me. I wanna help her, I wanna get her better, but I don' know where to start, or how to. It kills me inside seein' her like that, and not knowin' what to do. I feel as if I'm lettin' her down. I feel like if she dies, then it's my fault cus' I didn't do anythin' for her.
A cab pulls up and I look in. It's dark but I can tell it's my old man. I open the door an get in. "Long time no see Dad." I tell him. I know my Dad can tell this isn't just goin' to be any old Father and son talk. I'd be doin' the talkin' and he'd be doin' the listenin'.
"Where to?" My Dad asks me.
I think for a minuet I really didn't have a set destination. "Five dollars worth." I tell him with a smirk. Then I start my talk, weather he wanted to hear it or not, I was goin' to tell him. "Stopped by Ma's and saw Mercedes today. Know what she had for breakfast? An 8oz carton of orange juice, that's all. Nothin' else. I don' even know when the last time she ate was, she down to a slim 98lbs. Yea 98lbs." I tell him as I look out the window before looking at him through the rear view mirror. "Know how much she should weigh Dad, 'bout 125lbs. So basically Mercedes is dyin' and I don' know what to do. I'm lettin' my baby sister die. She also can't sleep with the light off, can't be in any dark room. Wonder why? Suppose ya know why. I don' think you lockin' her in a small, dark closet when she was younger has anythin' to do with it. Damn it she was six Dad! She was a baby! Jus' a baby and you shoved her in a closet like a dirty mop!"
He looked at me through the rearview mirror and said nothin' jus' kept on drivin' "I also saw Michael today, he was bent over the sink doin' a line. What'd ya think has him so messed, what'd ya think he's trying to forget.?" I look a him again. "You feel any responsibility for the screwed up people you left behind. Or why Mom ya know. Mom puts whiskey in her coffee now. Think you might be responsible for that." I give him a cold, long hard stare. "Or how 'bout me? I spent my hole life chasing bad guys. I'm never gunna catch." I shae my head in disgust, both for my Dad and me. "I'm trying - trying to make up for helpin' you hurt my Mom - hurt my family." Again I look at him and again he said nothin' just kept drivin'. "All those time you couldn't get into the house to beat Mom up, you'd come to my window, my bedroom. Stand out on that little porch and tap on the window until I woke up. Sayin' ya jus wanted to sit with me a little while, sayin' ya loved me. So I let you in, I missed you I wanted you guys to stay together." I stared at my Dad a little more, then looked back out the window. "You'd push right past me to get to her. Wouldn't even slow down, ya hear that Dad." I see that the meter had stopped on five dollars and my Dad stopped the cab. "Now I can't sleep with the window open, if I can sleep at all."
My dad looked at me. "That'll be five dollars." He said, just like the cold hearted bastard that he is.
I shake my head and let out a small chuckle as I put the money in the small window, which he quickly takes. I open the door and get out, standing there with the door open for a few minuets. "Oh By the way, that whole World Trade Center thing, in case you were worried....I'm alive. Thanks for calling." I tell him as I slam the door shut and he drives off.
It really pissed me off seein' how little he cares for his family, his daughter is goin' to die if I don' get her help soon. It has to be me because no-one else will do it. Michael is hooked on drugs, my Ma puts whiskey into her coffee every mornin' and me well I'm my own worst enemy sometimes. My old man, he doesn't give a shit. Either way. Never did, never will. Mean while I gotta pick up all the wrecked baggage he's left behind.