Title: Family Matters Chapter 20
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: My Take on 'Childhood Memories' this now takes place after 'Falling' and 'The Greater Good'
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.
Summary: Bosco finds out a shocking secret concerning the health of his sister.
A/N: Someone talked me into bringing this story back and doing more with it. So I did.
I keep my eyes close, the room is now in an eerie silence, an' I can't even hear the seagulls outside anymore. The only thing I do hear, is the deafening sound of my sisters last words. "Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" She was sticking her finger down her throat an' making herself throw up. My sister was sick again, who knew how bad, an' who knew how long it had been goin' on for.
"Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" There were those mind numbin' words again. Running through my mind. I suddenly felt as if the 7:45 express train hit me. I couldn't move, I couldn't think 'bout anythin' else but those words. I tried to speak but nothin' would come out.
I slowly lift my head, I look up at O'Mally; he seems jus' as shocked as I am, I think he--jus' like me, didn't think that's what Mercedes was goin' to say.
The room was still silent, an' it now felt as if the walls seemed to be closin' in on me. I kept shakin' my head, tellin' myself no. That what she jus' said didn't happen. I didn't hear that. I knew I did, but I was hopin' that if I kept tellin' myself she didn't say that, this would all be over. I took a deep breath an' finally I looked at Mercedes. "Mercedes." I say in the softest; calmest tone possible. I reach over an' place my hand on her leg. She quickly pushes it off, stands up an' leaves. "Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" I'm not happy. I'm not happy you're sick again. In fact I'm angry. I'm angry with myself that I didn't see it. That I didn't know it was goin' on. I closed my eyes. She hadn't been there in 3 weeks. So the last time she was there was right before I had my panic attack. It was right before that damn dye bag exploded in my face. I look over at O'Mally just after Mercedes exits the boat. he knows this whole pow-wow is over for the day. I get up without saying anything to him. He looks at me an' nods. Yeah I know, see you next week. I say silently to myself leaving the boat.
I feel the cool air hit me, I take a breath, smelling the "ocean smells." I bury my hands into my pockets an' somehow; despite the daze I'm in. I walk over to my car. Mercedes was already inside. I was glad she was there, that she didn't run off completely. I get into the car. She says nothin' I say nothin'
We sit there in the Mustang. I haven't put the key in the ignition yet. We're still sittin' here. Me in shock, her in, I really don' know what's goin' through her mind. She aimlessly stares out the window, as a slow rain begins to fall.
I go to say somethin', but yet again I can't get the words to come out of my mouth. It's like my tongue swelled up or somethin. Slowly I put the key into the ignition, turning the engine over. Before puttin' the car into drive I look over at my sister. I see a few tears roll down her cheeks. She quickly wipes them away with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, but more keep falling.
I nod, really more to myself then anyone else, as I finally put the car in drive. Slowly driving off. I look back at her every few minuets or so an' she still has those silent tears fallin' down her face.
I keep drivin'. I'm headin' towards home, when really, I know I should be heading towards the hospital, takin' my sister there. I can't do it though, I jus' can't bring myself to take her there jus' yet. Maybe it's 'cause I wanna help her myself, maybe it's 'cause I feel as if I have been lettin' her down all these years. Maybe it's 'cause I feel I didn't help soon enough, when she really needed it. Or 'cause I see this little six- year-old, piggy tail, her blue overalls. A pink T-Shirt under them, an' her untied shoes. I see that girl sittin' there in the passengers seat, an' not the other one.
"Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" Words that I can't seem to get out of my head. Words that cut through my heart like a cold, steel, dagger. Words I wish I never heard.
We finally get home, silently Mercedes gets out of the car and goes into the apartment. I keep sitting there for a little while longer, tryin' to gather myself together. I get out of the car myself. I must be in more of a daze then I though. 'cause I look over as I hear a car skid to a stop honkin' his horn. I shake my head an' finish crossin' the street. I get to my apartment an' almost forgot which one I lived in. Was it apartment 22 or apartment 23? Apartment 23, yea, that's it. I open the door an' again I'm greeted by the eerie silence. The door to my sisters room is closed. I go to knock on it but stop. My hand still up, I sigh; slowly bringing it down to myside. I turn away from her door goin' to my room.
I find myself now sittin' on the foot of my bed. I haven't even taken my jacket off, the car keys still in my hand. I stare ahead at the closed bed room door, as I feel a tear roll down my cheek, then I feel another. Now I feel two, an' three. More come an' they don' stop. Here I sit, I'm cryin' as I once again hear those words "Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!"
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: My Take on 'Childhood Memories' this now takes place after 'Falling' and 'The Greater Good'
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.
Summary: Bosco finds out a shocking secret concerning the health of his sister.
A/N: Someone talked me into bringing this story back and doing more with it. So I did.
I keep my eyes close, the room is now in an eerie silence, an' I can't even hear the seagulls outside anymore. The only thing I do hear, is the deafening sound of my sisters last words. "Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" She was sticking her finger down her throat an' making herself throw up. My sister was sick again, who knew how bad, an' who knew how long it had been goin' on for.
"Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" There were those mind numbin' words again. Running through my mind. I suddenly felt as if the 7:45 express train hit me. I couldn't move, I couldn't think 'bout anythin' else but those words. I tried to speak but nothin' would come out.
I slowly lift my head, I look up at O'Mally; he seems jus' as shocked as I am, I think he--jus' like me, didn't think that's what Mercedes was goin' to say.
The room was still silent, an' it now felt as if the walls seemed to be closin' in on me. I kept shakin' my head, tellin' myself no. That what she jus' said didn't happen. I didn't hear that. I knew I did, but I was hopin' that if I kept tellin' myself she didn't say that, this would all be over. I took a deep breath an' finally I looked at Mercedes. "Mercedes." I say in the softest; calmest tone possible. I reach over an' place my hand on her leg. She quickly pushes it off, stands up an' leaves. "Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" I'm not happy. I'm not happy you're sick again. In fact I'm angry. I'm angry with myself that I didn't see it. That I didn't know it was goin' on. I closed my eyes. She hadn't been there in 3 weeks. So the last time she was there was right before I had my panic attack. It was right before that damn dye bag exploded in my face. I look over at O'Mally just after Mercedes exits the boat. he knows this whole pow-wow is over for the day. I get up without saying anything to him. He looks at me an' nods. Yeah I know, see you next week. I say silently to myself leaving the boat.
I feel the cool air hit me, I take a breath, smelling the "ocean smells." I bury my hands into my pockets an' somehow; despite the daze I'm in. I walk over to my car. Mercedes was already inside. I was glad she was there, that she didn't run off completely. I get into the car. She says nothin' I say nothin'
We sit there in the Mustang. I haven't put the key in the ignition yet. We're still sittin' here. Me in shock, her in, I really don' know what's goin' through her mind. She aimlessly stares out the window, as a slow rain begins to fall.
I go to say somethin', but yet again I can't get the words to come out of my mouth. It's like my tongue swelled up or somethin. Slowly I put the key into the ignition, turning the engine over. Before puttin' the car into drive I look over at my sister. I see a few tears roll down her cheeks. She quickly wipes them away with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, but more keep falling.
I nod, really more to myself then anyone else, as I finally put the car in drive. Slowly driving off. I look back at her every few minuets or so an' she still has those silent tears fallin' down her face.
I keep drivin'. I'm headin' towards home, when really, I know I should be heading towards the hospital, takin' my sister there. I can't do it though, I jus' can't bring myself to take her there jus' yet. Maybe it's 'cause I wanna help her myself, maybe it's 'cause I feel as if I have been lettin' her down all these years. Maybe it's 'cause I feel I didn't help soon enough, when she really needed it. Or 'cause I see this little six- year-old, piggy tail, her blue overalls. A pink T-Shirt under them, an' her untied shoes. I see that girl sittin' there in the passengers seat, an' not the other one.
"Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!" Words that I can't seem to get out of my head. Words that cut through my heart like a cold, steel, dagger. Words I wish I never heard.
We finally get home, silently Mercedes gets out of the car and goes into the apartment. I keep sitting there for a little while longer, tryin' to gather myself together. I get out of the car myself. I must be in more of a daze then I though. 'cause I look over as I hear a car skid to a stop honkin' his horn. I shake my head an' finish crossin' the street. I get to my apartment an' almost forgot which one I lived in. Was it apartment 22 or apartment 23? Apartment 23, yea, that's it. I open the door an' again I'm greeted by the eerie silence. The door to my sisters room is closed. I go to knock on it but stop. My hand still up, I sigh; slowly bringing it down to myside. I turn away from her door goin' to my room.
I find myself now sittin' on the foot of my bed. I haven't even taken my jacket off, the car keys still in my hand. I stare ahead at the closed bed room door, as I feel a tear roll down my cheek, then I feel another. Now I feel two, an' three. More come an' they don' stop. Here I sit, I'm cryin' as I once again hear those words "Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!"