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-The Hours After-
Chapter 16
BAM BAM BAM
BAM BAM BAM
Ugh, that's annoying. What the hell is that?
"BOSCO?!"
Davis? What the hell is Davis doing playing drums in my apartment?
It's when I hear the familiar creek of my door opening that I realize he's not keeping rhythm - he's knocking, or I guess it would more appropriately be called 'banging'.
I hear heavy footsteps getting closer and my name being called out every third or fourth step.
"Bosco!"
He must see me because he sounds like he's right behind me.
I manage to open my eyes, but all I can see is the beige color of my wall. I roll over slowly and wince at the pain in my head. I need Advil… fast.
I see what I assume are Davis' knees, and I slowly work my way up until his face is clearly in focus.
"Bosco, you're gonna have to get up."
Who do you think you are, Davis? First off, who the hell gave this guy permission to come into my apartment? Second, what gives him the right to tell me what to do? Davis, you're one lucky bastard I feel like shit, because if I didn't, you'd be one sorry brother.
He must see the disgusted look on my face because he impatiently sighs, "Seriously Bos, you've got to get up and come with me."
He pauses for a second and raises his voice when he sees that I haven't moved, "Bosco, I'm not kidding man. Here," he says, grabbing a pair of my jeans and a sweater out of the laundry basket beside my bed, "put these on, we gotta move."
I swallow and clear my throat, trying to find my voice, "Have you lost your mind?" I sound like I've been screaming at a Metallica concert for the last four hours.
He doesn't answer my question, but starts throwing the layers of blankets off of me, "I tried calling you at the hospital, but they said you left. Then I called here and on your cell, but there was no answer. Did you know your door was unlocked?" he asks, momentarily stopping what he's doing to question my door-locking habits.
I'm so confused. Why is Davis so insistent on getting me out of bed? He's acting just like my mother used to when I was late for school.
When he finishes throwing my covers off of me, he grabs my hand and yanks me into an upright position.
I want to slap him.
"Davis, WHAT is going on?"
He throws my jeans into my lap and starts searching through the basket until he emerges with two matching socks, "I'll explain to you in the car. Hurry man, we gotta fly."
I'm all of a sudden very scared. What the hell could be so important that Davis feels the need to dress me?
The pure adrenaline has me moving faster than I have in days, and I throw my clothes on as quickly as my trembling hands will allow.
I push myself off of the bed to follow Davis, who starts speeding towards the exit as soon as he sees that
I'm fully dressed. The sudden movement upright causes all the blood to rush from my head and I grab onto my bed to prevent falling over. My head is pounding and my vision is blurry, but I have a disturbing feeling that something is happening that is worth going through all of this agony for.
I slam the door shut behind me and continue down the hall. Ty's already at the top of the stairs and only appears to be going faster as we go along.
I'm so cold and dizzy - the only thing keeping me on my feet is this mysterious event that apparently can't go on without me.
As I'm making my way down the stairs, my respiration increases and I can hear every ragged breath with great clarity. Halfway down, I'm forced to stop and clutch the railing as a coughing fit rips through my chest, sending shooting pains through my throat and temples. When finished, I glance down before moving again, seeing that Ty's standing by the door, a look of concern and worry on his face. I know he's not worried about me - there's something else much more significant that is occupying his mind.
I force my body down the remaining stairs and try taking bigger steps to keep up with Ty, who's already opening the door to the RMP parked directly outside the entrance.
My vision's getting worse, which makes me feel sick to my stomach. I maneuver myself into the passenger side of the vehicle and shut the door. Placing my arms around my stomach, I try to suppress the uncomfortable nausea as well as retain warmth. I feel the car begin to move, and I can't tell if it's the bumpy road or my shivering body that's causing me to vibrate violently.
Davis leans over and flicks on the sirens, then proceeds to speed dangerously through the streets. I have no clue where we are going, but I wish we'd get there fast. The sharp turns Ty's taking cause me to feel some degree of motion-sickness, a problem I've never encountered before today.
"You gonna tell me where the hell we're going?" I try to raise my voice so I can be heard over the wailing sirens, but it comes out broken, raspy, and nearly inaudible.
"The house."
"The house?" I ask incredulously. Is this some sort of sick joke?
"Bosco, some weird shit is going down. You aren't going to believe it until you see it."
I shake my head and close my eyes. If I'm dreaming, this is one VERY frustrating nightmare.
The RMP skids to a halt and Ty glances over at me before opening his door. Suddenly, he doesn't appear to be in such a rush.
"You gonna be okay, Bos?"
I turn my head to look at him, his image is fuzzy, but it's clear that worry is written all over his face.
"I don't know, what's waiting for me in there?"
He shakes his head from side to side as he step out of the car and into the street, "It's messed up Bos, it's really messed up."
I follow his lead and swing my door open. I step outside and shudder as a cold breeze sweeps by. Ty waits for me, and places a hand on my back as I pull up beside him, forcing me to lead the way into the house.
He grabs the collar of my jacket before I reach the door, causing me to fling backwards.
"Slowly, Bosco."
Like I'm capable of anything else right now, Davis. I nervously push the door open with my body weight.
I've never heard the house so quiet. Too quiet.
I pull my gaze up from the floor and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me.
"Well, look who is it, the man of the hour."
Her words are spoken with such spite. I can't tell if it's her tone that makes me cringe, or just the fact that she's firmly holding a gun to the head of my very pale partner.
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Enjoy this chapter,
~JOEY~
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
-The Hours After-
Chapter 16
BAM BAM BAM
BAM BAM BAM
Ugh, that's annoying. What the hell is that?
"BOSCO?!"
Davis? What the hell is Davis doing playing drums in my apartment?
It's when I hear the familiar creek of my door opening that I realize he's not keeping rhythm - he's knocking, or I guess it would more appropriately be called 'banging'.
I hear heavy footsteps getting closer and my name being called out every third or fourth step.
"Bosco!"
He must see me because he sounds like he's right behind me.
I manage to open my eyes, but all I can see is the beige color of my wall. I roll over slowly and wince at the pain in my head. I need Advil… fast.
I see what I assume are Davis' knees, and I slowly work my way up until his face is clearly in focus.
"Bosco, you're gonna have to get up."
Who do you think you are, Davis? First off, who the hell gave this guy permission to come into my apartment? Second, what gives him the right to tell me what to do? Davis, you're one lucky bastard I feel like shit, because if I didn't, you'd be one sorry brother.
He must see the disgusted look on my face because he impatiently sighs, "Seriously Bos, you've got to get up and come with me."
He pauses for a second and raises his voice when he sees that I haven't moved, "Bosco, I'm not kidding man. Here," he says, grabbing a pair of my jeans and a sweater out of the laundry basket beside my bed, "put these on, we gotta move."
I swallow and clear my throat, trying to find my voice, "Have you lost your mind?" I sound like I've been screaming at a Metallica concert for the last four hours.
He doesn't answer my question, but starts throwing the layers of blankets off of me, "I tried calling you at the hospital, but they said you left. Then I called here and on your cell, but there was no answer. Did you know your door was unlocked?" he asks, momentarily stopping what he's doing to question my door-locking habits.
I'm so confused. Why is Davis so insistent on getting me out of bed? He's acting just like my mother used to when I was late for school.
When he finishes throwing my covers off of me, he grabs my hand and yanks me into an upright position.
I want to slap him.
"Davis, WHAT is going on?"
He throws my jeans into my lap and starts searching through the basket until he emerges with two matching socks, "I'll explain to you in the car. Hurry man, we gotta fly."
I'm all of a sudden very scared. What the hell could be so important that Davis feels the need to dress me?
The pure adrenaline has me moving faster than I have in days, and I throw my clothes on as quickly as my trembling hands will allow.
I push myself off of the bed to follow Davis, who starts speeding towards the exit as soon as he sees that
I'm fully dressed. The sudden movement upright causes all the blood to rush from my head and I grab onto my bed to prevent falling over. My head is pounding and my vision is blurry, but I have a disturbing feeling that something is happening that is worth going through all of this agony for.
I slam the door shut behind me and continue down the hall. Ty's already at the top of the stairs and only appears to be going faster as we go along.
I'm so cold and dizzy - the only thing keeping me on my feet is this mysterious event that apparently can't go on without me.
As I'm making my way down the stairs, my respiration increases and I can hear every ragged breath with great clarity. Halfway down, I'm forced to stop and clutch the railing as a coughing fit rips through my chest, sending shooting pains through my throat and temples. When finished, I glance down before moving again, seeing that Ty's standing by the door, a look of concern and worry on his face. I know he's not worried about me - there's something else much more significant that is occupying his mind.
I force my body down the remaining stairs and try taking bigger steps to keep up with Ty, who's already opening the door to the RMP parked directly outside the entrance.
My vision's getting worse, which makes me feel sick to my stomach. I maneuver myself into the passenger side of the vehicle and shut the door. Placing my arms around my stomach, I try to suppress the uncomfortable nausea as well as retain warmth. I feel the car begin to move, and I can't tell if it's the bumpy road or my shivering body that's causing me to vibrate violently.
Davis leans over and flicks on the sirens, then proceeds to speed dangerously through the streets. I have no clue where we are going, but I wish we'd get there fast. The sharp turns Ty's taking cause me to feel some degree of motion-sickness, a problem I've never encountered before today.
"You gonna tell me where the hell we're going?" I try to raise my voice so I can be heard over the wailing sirens, but it comes out broken, raspy, and nearly inaudible.
"The house."
"The house?" I ask incredulously. Is this some sort of sick joke?
"Bosco, some weird shit is going down. You aren't going to believe it until you see it."
I shake my head and close my eyes. If I'm dreaming, this is one VERY frustrating nightmare.
The RMP skids to a halt and Ty glances over at me before opening his door. Suddenly, he doesn't appear to be in such a rush.
"You gonna be okay, Bos?"
I turn my head to look at him, his image is fuzzy, but it's clear that worry is written all over his face.
"I don't know, what's waiting for me in there?"
He shakes his head from side to side as he step out of the car and into the street, "It's messed up Bos, it's really messed up."
I follow his lead and swing my door open. I step outside and shudder as a cold breeze sweeps by. Ty waits for me, and places a hand on my back as I pull up beside him, forcing me to lead the way into the house.
He grabs the collar of my jacket before I reach the door, causing me to fling backwards.
"Slowly, Bosco."
Like I'm capable of anything else right now, Davis. I nervously push the door open with my body weight.
I've never heard the house so quiet. Too quiet.
I pull my gaze up from the floor and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me.
"Well, look who is it, the man of the hour."
Her words are spoken with such spite. I can't tell if it's her tone that makes me cringe, or just the fact that she's firmly holding a gun to the head of my very pale partner.
TBC. Remember: Reviews = More Chapters! LOL