Chapter 6: He Haunts My Dreams

I reach him and I can't believe what I'm seeing..............

"Warner" The words come out as a question, though i'm really not asking. I know who I see before me. I will never forget his face. The curves of his face, the way his lips twist up into a smile, how his eyes taunt you, how he has this cocky ass posture. I remember it all. It haunts me every single night. When I lay down to sleep, that's what I see. When my mind isn't occupied with work or whatever the situation is, he's the one invading my thoughts.

His eyes come up towards mine. I feel sick to my stomach, knowing the last time I saw that look in his eyes was when he raped me. The last time I saw the vicious horrible cruel look he holds in his eyes, was that day. But now I see it again, and it makes me take a step back. Then I remember what the full picture here. Warner has a gun, and it's aimed at Bosco. I look down at Bosco and I can see the blood slowly making it's way from his forehead down his cheek to his chin.

"Bosco" I say softly. I just wanna say his name. I need to say that one word that for about a year now has made all my fears go away. That one word I say when Warner hunts me down in my dreams. That one word that makes everything okay, even if it's heading to disaster. That one word that has kept me alive this long. Bosco.

I didn't even notice that I was slowly making my way towards him. All I was seeing was the blood on his forehead where Warner must've hit him. "Stay back!" Warner yells, grabbing the back of the collar on Bosco's coat and pulling Bosco towards him. Immediately stopping, I make eye contact with Bosco. He's scared. I think I'm worse than he is, only because I know what Warner's capable of. I know that Warner will do anything in his power to get his dick tended to, even if he needs a male to do so. I hope he doesn't though. I will throw myself before him before I ever let him touch Bosco in any sexual way. Over my dead body, and I'm not ready to die yet.

"Okay Okay calm down" I gotta try and reason, this guy's a psycho. Not to mention a retard. He's kidnapping a cop right infront of a major shootout, what a jackass. Although, he does seem to be getting away with it, which pisses me off. No officers have yet to notice. Assholes. All of them. The shots between the offciers of the 55th and the street gang don't really bother me anymore. They aren't as loud as before, and they don't scare me as much as before. But I am scared. Scared of Warner, and scared for Bosco.

"Come with me bitch" he smirked, walking backwards. I didn't even notice. My eyes have yet to leave Bosco's. I swear if this bastard hurts him, I'll chop him up into pieces and deliver his body pieces to his parents. Bosco's eyes close as he's dragged along the road. I wanna hold him, tell him I love him and kiss him all day long. Next thing I know he's shoving Bosco to the side and aiming his gun at him, he cocks his gun back and fires.

"NOOOOO!!"