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Chapter 2:
Bosco began trembling again, using one hand to feel his way down onto the bench. If he didn't sit down he for sure would have fell down. He sat stunned staring at the bruises on his wrist for several moments.
He was so into his thoughts, he managed to drowned out the discussion around him.
"What a peaceful day, I wish they all could be like this. How was your day?" Sully directed at Bosco, who just sat there speechless, looking disturbed.
"Come on Bosco, you always have something to say. Earth to Maurice," Sully said chuckling.
"Bosco? You okay? You look like you saw a ghost," Sully said before giving Faith a fleeting look.
"Our day was calm too Sully, and we deserved it after the tough week we had, right Bosco?" Faith questioned walking behind her partner, who was still staring at his wrist in astonishment.
Faith positioned her hand on Bosco's shoulder, bringing him out of his trance.
"What the hell happened to your wrist Bosco? Those are some vicious bruises you got there," Faith said attempting to seize his arm and get a closer look.
He hastily moved his arm out of her grasp and stood, snatching a sweatshirt from his locker before slamming it closed.
"Must of happened arresting some jagoff, I'll see ya guys," Bosco said not making eye contact with anyone and strolling out of the locker room.
"See ya Bos," Ty said looking to Faith. "What's up with him?"
"He is just having a difficult time dealing with that DOA we had last week," Faith said not wanting to push the topic any further.
"Since when does Bosco take stuff like that to heart?" Sully chimed in unzipping his uniform pants.
"Yeah, I heard about that, young soon-to-be mother, how tragic," Ty added.
"Yeah, tragic," Faith said glimpsing back in Bosco's direction, shutting her locker and walking out at a fast pace trying to catch up with him, but not before noticing the dirty tank-top that he left half-hanging off the bench.
Just as she exited out into hammering rain, she heard the squealing tires of Bosco's Mustang.
"Be safe Bosco," she whispered.
"Faith? Faith I am glad I caught you, can I see you in my office for a few, I promise I won't keep you," came a voice behind her.
"Yeah, sure thing captain," she said, still observing the gleaming red headlights disappear.
~~~~~
A downpour of rain was pounding on Bosco's windshield as he drove home. Between the raindrops splattering and the scraping noise of his dull windshield blades, he found himself dozing off. He knew he should have had Faith drive him home; he must have gotten a full ten hours of sleep that whole week. He just didn't want her thinking he was going loony and should be locked up in some mental ward, even if that was the case.
He reached over and turned his radio up maximum volume, trying to 'perk' himself up. He didn't want to go home, be alone, or fall asleep. He was terrified. However, he was mentally fatigued. Even with the loud music, he found his eyelids fluttering open and closed. On one instance, his head rolled forward and he lost awareness. As he began to swerve off the path, his right front tire slapped a sizeable puddle, tugging his vehicle to the right, heaving him out of semi-unconsciousness.
"Smooth move jagoff," he cursed at himself feeling his heartbeat hasten. He massaged his temples closing his eyes briefly. When he looked back up, there was an automobile in his lane, heading straight for him. Without assessment, he curved the steering wheel forcefully to the right. The next thing Bosco knew, his Mustang was plummeting. Bosco experienced his body striking the roof of the vehicle numerous times. Everything was in slow motion. He kept extending his arms out attempting to safeguard himself.
After rolling over more than a few times, the vehicle halted in a gutter occupied with water upside down, pinning him in. He must have blacked out temporarily; when he came through, his vehicle was at a stand still. It was wholly sinister; the only sounds he could here were the rotating of his tires and the swishing of water.
He was lying on the roof of his car in an abnormal position. The windows of his Mustang were crushed, leaving him trapped, submerged in unpleasantly cold water. Bosco let a few whimpers flee his mouth as he tried to maneuver his body in a more contented arrangement.
As he attempted to shift, he grunted in agony and clutched his abdomen area, feeling a jagged piece of windowpane lodged in his gut.
"Oh shit, this isn't good," he moaned, his body beginning to quiver from shock, followed by a spasm of gravelly coughs. He was so submerged in water, he didn't realize he had a severe head wound, and was bleeding out.
~~~~~
Bosco began to drift off. He knew there was no hope, He was so damp and drained, and he just wanted to sleep. Just as he began to pass out, he heard a thunderous thud, followed by the Mustang rocking considerably. His eyes opened broadly; perhaps this was his imagination. He listened briefly, than began to doze again.
"Where's my baby?"
Bosco opened his eyes in terror! "Who is out there? Stop it!" Bosco wrapped his arms around his shuddering body, feeling vulnerable and alone. He experienced a chilly presence, and than the already musty air he was breathing suddenly became filled with the reek of rotting flesh. Death.
"Where's my baby?"
"Oh God, stop it! What do you want from me?" Bosco gasped, moving his head everyway feasible.
Unexpectedly, he felt something grip his shoulder blade. Turning his head, the vile poltergeist elevated her head from beneath the waterline, grabbing his neckline with her other hand.
TBC?
Chapter 2:
Bosco began trembling again, using one hand to feel his way down onto the bench. If he didn't sit down he for sure would have fell down. He sat stunned staring at the bruises on his wrist for several moments.
He was so into his thoughts, he managed to drowned out the discussion around him.
"What a peaceful day, I wish they all could be like this. How was your day?" Sully directed at Bosco, who just sat there speechless, looking disturbed.
"Come on Bosco, you always have something to say. Earth to Maurice," Sully said chuckling.
"Bosco? You okay? You look like you saw a ghost," Sully said before giving Faith a fleeting look.
"Our day was calm too Sully, and we deserved it after the tough week we had, right Bosco?" Faith questioned walking behind her partner, who was still staring at his wrist in astonishment.
Faith positioned her hand on Bosco's shoulder, bringing him out of his trance.
"What the hell happened to your wrist Bosco? Those are some vicious bruises you got there," Faith said attempting to seize his arm and get a closer look.
He hastily moved his arm out of her grasp and stood, snatching a sweatshirt from his locker before slamming it closed.
"Must of happened arresting some jagoff, I'll see ya guys," Bosco said not making eye contact with anyone and strolling out of the locker room.
"See ya Bos," Ty said looking to Faith. "What's up with him?"
"He is just having a difficult time dealing with that DOA we had last week," Faith said not wanting to push the topic any further.
"Since when does Bosco take stuff like that to heart?" Sully chimed in unzipping his uniform pants.
"Yeah, I heard about that, young soon-to-be mother, how tragic," Ty added.
"Yeah, tragic," Faith said glimpsing back in Bosco's direction, shutting her locker and walking out at a fast pace trying to catch up with him, but not before noticing the dirty tank-top that he left half-hanging off the bench.
Just as she exited out into hammering rain, she heard the squealing tires of Bosco's Mustang.
"Be safe Bosco," she whispered.
"Faith? Faith I am glad I caught you, can I see you in my office for a few, I promise I won't keep you," came a voice behind her.
"Yeah, sure thing captain," she said, still observing the gleaming red headlights disappear.
~~~~~
A downpour of rain was pounding on Bosco's windshield as he drove home. Between the raindrops splattering and the scraping noise of his dull windshield blades, he found himself dozing off. He knew he should have had Faith drive him home; he must have gotten a full ten hours of sleep that whole week. He just didn't want her thinking he was going loony and should be locked up in some mental ward, even if that was the case.
He reached over and turned his radio up maximum volume, trying to 'perk' himself up. He didn't want to go home, be alone, or fall asleep. He was terrified. However, he was mentally fatigued. Even with the loud music, he found his eyelids fluttering open and closed. On one instance, his head rolled forward and he lost awareness. As he began to swerve off the path, his right front tire slapped a sizeable puddle, tugging his vehicle to the right, heaving him out of semi-unconsciousness.
"Smooth move jagoff," he cursed at himself feeling his heartbeat hasten. He massaged his temples closing his eyes briefly. When he looked back up, there was an automobile in his lane, heading straight for him. Without assessment, he curved the steering wheel forcefully to the right. The next thing Bosco knew, his Mustang was plummeting. Bosco experienced his body striking the roof of the vehicle numerous times. Everything was in slow motion. He kept extending his arms out attempting to safeguard himself.
After rolling over more than a few times, the vehicle halted in a gutter occupied with water upside down, pinning him in. He must have blacked out temporarily; when he came through, his vehicle was at a stand still. It was wholly sinister; the only sounds he could here were the rotating of his tires and the swishing of water.
He was lying on the roof of his car in an abnormal position. The windows of his Mustang were crushed, leaving him trapped, submerged in unpleasantly cold water. Bosco let a few whimpers flee his mouth as he tried to maneuver his body in a more contented arrangement.
As he attempted to shift, he grunted in agony and clutched his abdomen area, feeling a jagged piece of windowpane lodged in his gut.
"Oh shit, this isn't good," he moaned, his body beginning to quiver from shock, followed by a spasm of gravelly coughs. He was so submerged in water, he didn't realize he had a severe head wound, and was bleeding out.
~~~~~
Bosco began to drift off. He knew there was no hope, He was so damp and drained, and he just wanted to sleep. Just as he began to pass out, he heard a thunderous thud, followed by the Mustang rocking considerably. His eyes opened broadly; perhaps this was his imagination. He listened briefly, than began to doze again.
"Where's my baby?"
Bosco opened his eyes in terror! "Who is out there? Stop it!" Bosco wrapped his arms around his shuddering body, feeling vulnerable and alone. He experienced a chilly presence, and than the already musty air he was breathing suddenly became filled with the reek of rotting flesh. Death.
"Where's my baby?"
"Oh God, stop it! What do you want from me?" Bosco gasped, moving his head everyway feasible.
Unexpectedly, he felt something grip his shoulder blade. Turning his head, the vile poltergeist elevated her head from beneath the waterline, grabbing his neckline with her other hand.
TBC?