Family Matters Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
After I was done with my Dad it was gettin' a little late figured. I head home and shower up before heading back to my Ma's like I promised Mercedes. I walk into kitchen an' throw my keys on the table and see the red light blinking on the answering machine, sayin' I have 15 messgaes. I have no idea who could wanna talk to me that bad. I press play as I go through my mail. "Bosco." I hear Faith's voice. "Bosco are you there pick up. Look call me when you can. Talk to you soon." There were more like that right after that. "Mo, hey if ya still comin' by tonight. Can you bring my sweatshirt. It's on the bed in the back bedroom." I smile. My sisters always leavin' somethin' behind when she stays here. Sometimes I think she does it on purpose jus' so she can make me stop by. It's still cute, after that there's two more messages one from Faith another one from Sergeant Christopher. I roll my eyes. He tells me he wants to see me. I really hate that bastard. I really do. He's the biggest asshole on the face of this earth. So I slept with his fiancé, not my problem she wanted me.
The messages stop playing and I sigh, throwing my mail down on the table. Nothing but crap. I figured I better stop by the precinct before I go over to my Ma's. I pick up the phone, so I can call Mercedes let her know I'm still coming by, but I maybe a little late. I hear her voice at the other end. So distant, so sad, I can tell how much she hurts, and it hurts me jus' as much. "Hey brat!"
She laughs. "Hey butt hole!" She replies. "You still coming bye tonight? Or did you find some hot date?"
"Naw, I'm still comin' no girls hot enough to miss spending time with a brat like you. I'm jus' goin' be a little late a'ight. Christopher wants to see me."
She groans, she hates him jus' as much as I do. I don' blame her whenever she calls the precinct lookin' for me he's always shitty with her. "What the hell does he want?"
"Who the hell knows, but I better go in, an' Faith she's called a bunch of times, so somethin' must be up. So whenever I get done with that I'll be there. Okay Hun?"
"Okay, don't forget my sweatshirt." She says.
I laugh. "Of course I won't. Ya always leavin' somethin' here, it's like clockwork."
"Yea, yea, whateva! Look I'll see ya later then."
"Yup, love ya brat!"
"Love ya stinky!" She says before hangin' up with me.
I go into the back bedroom and pick up her sweat shirt. I look at it for a little an' sit down on the bed. I get to thinkin' 'bout how much time she actually spends here. Whenever I have a few days off in a row, she's here. Sometimes even if I don' she stays here. So I think, maybe I could bring her to live with me for a while. Least maybe that way she'll eat, cus' I know my Ma, as spineless as she can be sometimes won't force her to anythin' even if would save her life. If she stayed with me however, I could get her to eat, or try to. Somethin' cus' she knows that I won't let her live like that under my roof. Sleepin' with the light on is one thing but she ain't goin' to starve herself if she lives with me. An' weather or not she likes it, she's goin' to eat an' she ain't goin' to throw it up neither. Yeah thats jus' what I'm goin' to do. I'm goin' to bring Mercedes here, to live with me.
I leave the room shuttin' the light off behind me and closing the door. I throw the sweatshirt on the couch then take a fast shower, shave and change. Then grab the sweatshirt, my NYPD windbreaker and head to the precinct.
When I get to the precinct I see Faith and get slapped by Shaquana, long story maybe later I'll tell ya all 'bout it. Turn out whatever it was Christopher wanted to talk to me 'bout was no longer an issues. Good for me means i didn't have to see the bastard.
I wait in the locker room for Faith to return. She told me too and I figured maybe I could ask for her help. I'm sittin' there cleanin' my gun when she walks in. I had nothing better to do.
"What all happened today?" I ask her puttin' my gun back up in the locker.
"Alan Johnson was shot last night, they thought you did it."
My jaw dropped. "What?" I ask like I didn't really hear her.
"Yeah Alan Johnson they thought you killed him Bos. Turns out it was Shaquana's mother who did it."
I sit there and stare at Faith wondering if this is all a dream. I pinch myself and it hurts like a bitch so I know it's not a dream. "Damn." That's all I could say was damn. Jus' damn.
"Yea, Christopher was already ready to suspend you and oh well, he didn't get to. Poor guy." She said laughing.
I look down at the floor and smile at the thought of Christopher bubble bursting. "Yeah sucks to be him tonight."
"So Bosco where have ya been all day?" I was waiting for her to ask. I knew it was coming sooner or later.
I sigh. "Jus' doin' somethings I should'a done a long time ago. Say Faith think we can get some coffee, or somethin' I kinda need to talk to ya 'bout somethin'. Somethin' 'bout Mercedes."
She gives me a concerned look. "Sure Bos. Yea I can do that." She tells me as she takes off her vest. She raises her eyebrows to go and say somethin' but changes her mind. She instead gives me a small smile. "It's no problem Bos. Fred and the kids will be sleeping anyways."
I smile back at her. "Thanks." Is all I need to say. Is thanks, she knows I mean it do, she knows I wouldn't have asked to talk to her if I didn't have to. "I'll meet ya outside, let ya finish changin'"
She nods and smiles at me again. "Sure thing ."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
After I was done with my Dad it was gettin' a little late figured. I head home and shower up before heading back to my Ma's like I promised Mercedes. I walk into kitchen an' throw my keys on the table and see the red light blinking on the answering machine, sayin' I have 15 messgaes. I have no idea who could wanna talk to me that bad. I press play as I go through my mail. "Bosco." I hear Faith's voice. "Bosco are you there pick up. Look call me when you can. Talk to you soon." There were more like that right after that. "Mo, hey if ya still comin' by tonight. Can you bring my sweatshirt. It's on the bed in the back bedroom." I smile. My sisters always leavin' somethin' behind when she stays here. Sometimes I think she does it on purpose jus' so she can make me stop by. It's still cute, after that there's two more messages one from Faith another one from Sergeant Christopher. I roll my eyes. He tells me he wants to see me. I really hate that bastard. I really do. He's the biggest asshole on the face of this earth. So I slept with his fiancé, not my problem she wanted me.
The messages stop playing and I sigh, throwing my mail down on the table. Nothing but crap. I figured I better stop by the precinct before I go over to my Ma's. I pick up the phone, so I can call Mercedes let her know I'm still coming by, but I maybe a little late. I hear her voice at the other end. So distant, so sad, I can tell how much she hurts, and it hurts me jus' as much. "Hey brat!"
She laughs. "Hey butt hole!" She replies. "You still coming bye tonight? Or did you find some hot date?"
"Naw, I'm still comin' no girls hot enough to miss spending time with a brat like you. I'm jus' goin' be a little late a'ight. Christopher wants to see me."
She groans, she hates him jus' as much as I do. I don' blame her whenever she calls the precinct lookin' for me he's always shitty with her. "What the hell does he want?"
"Who the hell knows, but I better go in, an' Faith she's called a bunch of times, so somethin' must be up. So whenever I get done with that I'll be there. Okay Hun?"
"Okay, don't forget my sweatshirt." She says.
I laugh. "Of course I won't. Ya always leavin' somethin' here, it's like clockwork."
"Yea, yea, whateva! Look I'll see ya later then."
"Yup, love ya brat!"
"Love ya stinky!" She says before hangin' up with me.
I go into the back bedroom and pick up her sweat shirt. I look at it for a little an' sit down on the bed. I get to thinkin' 'bout how much time she actually spends here. Whenever I have a few days off in a row, she's here. Sometimes even if I don' she stays here. So I think, maybe I could bring her to live with me for a while. Least maybe that way she'll eat, cus' I know my Ma, as spineless as she can be sometimes won't force her to anythin' even if would save her life. If she stayed with me however, I could get her to eat, or try to. Somethin' cus' she knows that I won't let her live like that under my roof. Sleepin' with the light on is one thing but she ain't goin' to starve herself if she lives with me. An' weather or not she likes it, she's goin' to eat an' she ain't goin' to throw it up neither. Yeah thats jus' what I'm goin' to do. I'm goin' to bring Mercedes here, to live with me.
I leave the room shuttin' the light off behind me and closing the door. I throw the sweatshirt on the couch then take a fast shower, shave and change. Then grab the sweatshirt, my NYPD windbreaker and head to the precinct.
When I get to the precinct I see Faith and get slapped by Shaquana, long story maybe later I'll tell ya all 'bout it. Turn out whatever it was Christopher wanted to talk to me 'bout was no longer an issues. Good for me means i didn't have to see the bastard.
I wait in the locker room for Faith to return. She told me too and I figured maybe I could ask for her help. I'm sittin' there cleanin' my gun when she walks in. I had nothing better to do.
"What all happened today?" I ask her puttin' my gun back up in the locker.
"Alan Johnson was shot last night, they thought you did it."
My jaw dropped. "What?" I ask like I didn't really hear her.
"Yeah Alan Johnson they thought you killed him Bos. Turns out it was Shaquana's mother who did it."
I sit there and stare at Faith wondering if this is all a dream. I pinch myself and it hurts like a bitch so I know it's not a dream. "Damn." That's all I could say was damn. Jus' damn.
"Yea, Christopher was already ready to suspend you and oh well, he didn't get to. Poor guy." She said laughing.
I look down at the floor and smile at the thought of Christopher bubble bursting. "Yeah sucks to be him tonight."
"So Bosco where have ya been all day?" I was waiting for her to ask. I knew it was coming sooner or later.
I sigh. "Jus' doin' somethings I should'a done a long time ago. Say Faith think we can get some coffee, or somethin' I kinda need to talk to ya 'bout somethin'. Somethin' 'bout Mercedes."
She gives me a concerned look. "Sure Bos. Yea I can do that." She tells me as she takes off her vest. She raises her eyebrows to go and say somethin' but changes her mind. She instead gives me a small smile. "It's no problem Bos. Fred and the kids will be sleeping anyways."
I smile back at her. "Thanks." Is all I need to say. Is thanks, she knows I mean it do, she knows I wouldn't have asked to talk to her if I didn't have to. "I'll meet ya outside, let ya finish changin'"
She nods and smiles at me again. "Sure thing ."