The Only One: Chapter 22
Faith gasped when she saw Alicia's face. Whoever had done this to her and done a pretty good job of messing her up. She had two black eyes and her nose was all puffy and smooshed, indicating that it was broken. Her face looked like it had been rubbed on the pavement. It was all scraped on the left side.
Faith jumped up out of her chair and went to get a cold cloth to help the swelling go down.
Bosco walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. " Uh, here you go, Alicia". he said. " I'll be right back, just make yourself comfortable".
She nodded at him, grateful that he and Faith were being so accomodating to her. It was just how she planned it.
Bosco walked down the hall into the bathroom where Faith was busy getting some supplies and ointment to put on the scratches. He shut the door behind him. Faith turned around and looked at him. " Where did you find her? And what the hell happened to her face, Bos? She looks like the spagetti factory."
He put his hands up in the air, indicating that he was just as confused as she was. " I don' no what happened to her. I was gettin' out of the car and I saw her standing there, not saying anything. So I went up to her and asked her what happened. She wouldn't tell me, so I told her to come up here. I didn't just want ta tell her to go somewhere else."
Faith turned back to the supplies she was gathering. She put them all in a small basket and grabbed a towel. " I'll go talk to her. You just stay calm. Don't do what you usually do." she said, looking seriously at him.
He rolled his eyes at her and said, " Oh, and what is it that I usually do?"
Faith shook her head and huffed at him. " Bos, you and I both know how you get when a domestic thing happens. Just let her talk and we'll see if we can settle this mess. Ok?" she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.
He snorted. " Ya. The only thing is that psycho out there" he jerked his thumb toward the kitchen, " probably deserved it. I mean, she's as crazy as a loon, that one and ....."
"Stop it, Bos!" Faith hissed between clenched teeth. She swore that she would be old and grey before he grew up and learned to watch his mouth. " She's really hurt. And no one deserves to get beat up like that. No one. Can't you have some compassion for the girl? She's having your baby in a matter of weeks, remember"? Faith finished.
He snorted again. " Ya. Don' remind me."
She slapped his arm as she walked by him.
" Ya know you can be a real ass sometimes, you know that?" she said under her breath as she started down the hall.
Bosco sighed. This really wasn't the way he had pictured his night turning out. He thought that he would come home and help Faith decorate the tree. Then they could have hot chocolate. Well, she could have hot chocolate and he'd have beer. Either way, he never pictured him and Faith having to share their evening with Alicia.
Bosco sighed again and started down the hall. It was gonna be a long night.
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Faith gasped when she saw Alicia's face. Whoever had done this to her and done a pretty good job of messing her up. She had two black eyes and her nose was all puffy and smooshed, indicating that it was broken. Her face looked like it had been rubbed on the pavement. It was all scraped on the left side.
Faith jumped up out of her chair and went to get a cold cloth to help the swelling go down.
Bosco walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. " Uh, here you go, Alicia". he said. " I'll be right back, just make yourself comfortable".
She nodded at him, grateful that he and Faith were being so accomodating to her. It was just how she planned it.
Bosco walked down the hall into the bathroom where Faith was busy getting some supplies and ointment to put on the scratches. He shut the door behind him. Faith turned around and looked at him. " Where did you find her? And what the hell happened to her face, Bos? She looks like the spagetti factory."
He put his hands up in the air, indicating that he was just as confused as she was. " I don' no what happened to her. I was gettin' out of the car and I saw her standing there, not saying anything. So I went up to her and asked her what happened. She wouldn't tell me, so I told her to come up here. I didn't just want ta tell her to go somewhere else."
Faith turned back to the supplies she was gathering. She put them all in a small basket and grabbed a towel. " I'll go talk to her. You just stay calm. Don't do what you usually do." she said, looking seriously at him.
He rolled his eyes at her and said, " Oh, and what is it that I usually do?"
Faith shook her head and huffed at him. " Bos, you and I both know how you get when a domestic thing happens. Just let her talk and we'll see if we can settle this mess. Ok?" she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.
He snorted. " Ya. The only thing is that psycho out there" he jerked his thumb toward the kitchen, " probably deserved it. I mean, she's as crazy as a loon, that one and ....."
"Stop it, Bos!" Faith hissed between clenched teeth. She swore that she would be old and grey before he grew up and learned to watch his mouth. " She's really hurt. And no one deserves to get beat up like that. No one. Can't you have some compassion for the girl? She's having your baby in a matter of weeks, remember"? Faith finished.
He snorted again. " Ya. Don' remind me."
She slapped his arm as she walked by him.
" Ya know you can be a real ass sometimes, you know that?" she said under her breath as she started down the hall.
Bosco sighed. This really wasn't the way he had pictured his night turning out. He thought that he would come home and help Faith decorate the tree. Then they could have hot chocolate. Well, she could have hot chocolate and he'd have beer. Either way, he never pictured him and Faith having to share their evening with Alicia.
Bosco sighed again and started down the hall. It was gonna be a long night.
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