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Authors Notes: Thanks for all the emails and reviews! I have been away for a week and just got back today (April 15/04). I hope you all enjoy chapter 30.
The Only One: Chapter 30
" So, there you are. Feeling hungry this morning, are we" asked Alicia, cheerily, as she walked into the room.
Faith looked up from the pregnancy magazine she was reading and gasped.
" What the hell are you doing here" she asked angrily, starting to throw back the covers and get out of the bed.
Alicia crossed the room and showed Faith the knife that she had behind her back. She shook her head and smiled cruly. " I wouldn't do that if I were you" she said.
Faith was momentarialy paralyzed. She knew that Alicia would no doubt use that knife. She knew that as well as she knew her own name. She realized just how serious the situation had become. She had known all along that Alicia was in love with Bosco, but she had thought that it was harmless until last night. What she hadn't expected was to see this woman in her home. Faith was at a great disadvantage, being in bed. There was no way she could use the phone to call anyone. She just had to stay put and try to get Alicia to talk. A lot. She needed to buy some time. She just hoped that Bosco wouldn't take forever coming home.
From years of police training, she knew that she had to keep Alicia calm. She also needed to let her speak her mind. In those situations, the victomizer always had something to say. Some insane reason for justifying what they felt they had to do. The victimizer usually felt betrayed in some way and needed the chance to cry about the injustices that fell upon them. Accusing the victim when he or she had no chance to retaliate in a fair manner was the only way that Alicia could hear the words that she wanted to hear about Bosco. In the world of reality, Alicia never had a chance. But in her world, a world of fantasy, she could have control over the situation and make herself believe that Bosco loved her. The only problem that was in the way was Faith. Faith knew that Alicia considered herself in competition for Bosco's affections and if she could take Faith out of the equation, she would feel that she had won.
Faith swallowed heavily, and spoke in a calm, yet cooperative tone, letting Alicia know that she would not challenge her authority.
" Alicia, what are you doing"? she asked, quietly.
Alicia's eyes widened as she stepped even closer to the bed. " What am I doing?" she spat, waving the knife around in the air.
She held the knife only inches from Faith's throat and taunted her with it.
" I'm doing what needs to be done. Once you're out of the picture, Maurice will come to me and we'll raise our son together. The way it should be. I'm really surprised at you, Faith" she continued on, now a little calmer. " You really aren't Maurice's type are you?" she said pulling the knife back and holding it at her side.
" ARE YOU!" Alicia yelled, making Faith jump.
" No. I guess I'm not." Faith said calmly, eyeing the knife.
" Alicia. Please talk to me. I know you must be upset and if you just talk I'm sure...." Faith started.
" Talk to you? Why would I do that" she said, as if she were bored. She sat down on the wooden trunk that was in front of the bed and took a nail file out of the pocket of her sweater. She talked as she began to work on her nails.
" Do you know how long I've been in love with Maurice?" she asked, looking over at Faith. Not waiting for the answer, she continued on.
" For at least 15 years. I knew that we'd end up together sooner or later. You see, he always loved me. The last night that we were together he told me he loved me". she said, looking again to make sure her point hit home.
Faith just sat staring at the woman who was obviously insane. She was starting to feel real fear. Not fear, but FEAR. She was sure that Alicia had some kind of personality disorder. One minute she was calm and the next, she was over the top. There was something else that Faith couldn't put her finger on. Something about the way she moved.
Faith didn't have much time to think about it. In one swift movement, Alicia was sitting next to her on the bed. She held the knife awkwardly in her right hand and held the other one on her huge stomach.
Alicia leaned forward and stroked Faith's hair tenderly. " You poor thing." she said, turning down the corners of her mouth, as if she were really sympathising with her plight.
" Do you have any idea how much this is going to hurt?" she asked, showing Faith the knife.
Faith slapped her hand away, angrily. She was fed up now. There was no way that she was gonna go down without a fight. " Get your hands off me." Faith snapped at her.
Alicia showed no emotion at all as she put her hand on her stomach again. " Well, I have to tell you that it is REALLY going to hurt. But, just because I'm a nice girl, I'll let you know what you had before I slit your throat and spray your blood over these nice walls". She said, now with the fake smile.
Faith's breath caught in her throat. Alicia was going to cut the baby out of her stomach! How could anyone be so cruel?
Faith started to cry. " What are you going to do with my baby"? she sobbed.
" Why, I have to kill it, silly." she said, soothingly. " You don't think that Maurice and I can look after two at once do you?" she said, softly. " But don't worry. I'll just slit it's throat real quick and then it will all be over. I'll even let you watch". She said, as she reached and rubbed Faith's belly. Faith slapped her hand away again and this time Alicia walked across the room and looked in the mirror.
Faith gagged at the thought of what was about to happen. She began to wretch and then she vomitted over the side of the bed. She was shaking as she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. A new feeling came over her, as her protective instincts kicked in. She was not going to lose another child to fate. Anger and sheer hatred replaced the fear she had felt only seconds ago..She had never been so mad in her whole life. Her face was now a distinctly purple color. She gathered what strength she had and let out a howl, getting Alicia's full attention.
" Don't you dare touch me! Bosco will be back any minute and when he see's you he's gonna blow all your brains out, you witch!" she screamed, flinging the blankets off of her.
She attempted to stand, but as she did, Alicia came running toward her, knocking her back down on the bed.
" You'll be sorry for that when I'm carving you and that baby of yours up!" Alicia screamed back at her, trying to hold her down with one hand, while attempting to plunge the knife into Faith's neck with the other.
Faith put up her hand in a defensive manuver and it connected with the knife. The blade slid through the palm of her hand easialy, causing blood to spurt over both her and Alicia.
Faith curled her fingers into a fist and swung, connecting with Alicia's head, knocking her off balance. Alicia tumbled back on the bed, allowing Faith to get up on her knees.
Faith leaned over Alicia and grabbed the knife and threw it over the side of the bed. Looking to make sure the knife was a safe distance away, Faith delivered her first blow to Alicia's already messed up face. Wham! went her fist into Alicia's nose, rebreaking it. Alicia had no time to recover. She was helpless and Faith was wild in her anger. She punched again and again, not noticing that her knee was directly pushing into Alicia's very pregnant stomach. Alicia cried out over and over again for her to stop. Faith stopped when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, dragging her off of Alicia's body.
Faith was in shock and had lost quite a bit of blood. The room started to spin and the last thing she saw was Bosco's face before the darkness claimed her.
TBC
Authors Notes: Thanks for all the emails and reviews! I have been away for a week and just got back today (April 15/04). I hope you all enjoy chapter 30.
The Only One: Chapter 30
" So, there you are. Feeling hungry this morning, are we" asked Alicia, cheerily, as she walked into the room.
Faith looked up from the pregnancy magazine she was reading and gasped.
" What the hell are you doing here" she asked angrily, starting to throw back the covers and get out of the bed.
Alicia crossed the room and showed Faith the knife that she had behind her back. She shook her head and smiled cruly. " I wouldn't do that if I were you" she said.
Faith was momentarialy paralyzed. She knew that Alicia would no doubt use that knife. She knew that as well as she knew her own name. She realized just how serious the situation had become. She had known all along that Alicia was in love with Bosco, but she had thought that it was harmless until last night. What she hadn't expected was to see this woman in her home. Faith was at a great disadvantage, being in bed. There was no way she could use the phone to call anyone. She just had to stay put and try to get Alicia to talk. A lot. She needed to buy some time. She just hoped that Bosco wouldn't take forever coming home.
From years of police training, she knew that she had to keep Alicia calm. She also needed to let her speak her mind. In those situations, the victomizer always had something to say. Some insane reason for justifying what they felt they had to do. The victimizer usually felt betrayed in some way and needed the chance to cry about the injustices that fell upon them. Accusing the victim when he or she had no chance to retaliate in a fair manner was the only way that Alicia could hear the words that she wanted to hear about Bosco. In the world of reality, Alicia never had a chance. But in her world, a world of fantasy, she could have control over the situation and make herself believe that Bosco loved her. The only problem that was in the way was Faith. Faith knew that Alicia considered herself in competition for Bosco's affections and if she could take Faith out of the equation, she would feel that she had won.
Faith swallowed heavily, and spoke in a calm, yet cooperative tone, letting Alicia know that she would not challenge her authority.
" Alicia, what are you doing"? she asked, quietly.
Alicia's eyes widened as she stepped even closer to the bed. " What am I doing?" she spat, waving the knife around in the air.
She held the knife only inches from Faith's throat and taunted her with it.
" I'm doing what needs to be done. Once you're out of the picture, Maurice will come to me and we'll raise our son together. The way it should be. I'm really surprised at you, Faith" she continued on, now a little calmer. " You really aren't Maurice's type are you?" she said pulling the knife back and holding it at her side.
" ARE YOU!" Alicia yelled, making Faith jump.
" No. I guess I'm not." Faith said calmly, eyeing the knife.
" Alicia. Please talk to me. I know you must be upset and if you just talk I'm sure...." Faith started.
" Talk to you? Why would I do that" she said, as if she were bored. She sat down on the wooden trunk that was in front of the bed and took a nail file out of the pocket of her sweater. She talked as she began to work on her nails.
" Do you know how long I've been in love with Maurice?" she asked, looking over at Faith. Not waiting for the answer, she continued on.
" For at least 15 years. I knew that we'd end up together sooner or later. You see, he always loved me. The last night that we were together he told me he loved me". she said, looking again to make sure her point hit home.
Faith just sat staring at the woman who was obviously insane. She was starting to feel real fear. Not fear, but FEAR. She was sure that Alicia had some kind of personality disorder. One minute she was calm and the next, she was over the top. There was something else that Faith couldn't put her finger on. Something about the way she moved.
Faith didn't have much time to think about it. In one swift movement, Alicia was sitting next to her on the bed. She held the knife awkwardly in her right hand and held the other one on her huge stomach.
Alicia leaned forward and stroked Faith's hair tenderly. " You poor thing." she said, turning down the corners of her mouth, as if she were really sympathising with her plight.
" Do you have any idea how much this is going to hurt?" she asked, showing Faith the knife.
Faith slapped her hand away, angrily. She was fed up now. There was no way that she was gonna go down without a fight. " Get your hands off me." Faith snapped at her.
Alicia showed no emotion at all as she put her hand on her stomach again. " Well, I have to tell you that it is REALLY going to hurt. But, just because I'm a nice girl, I'll let you know what you had before I slit your throat and spray your blood over these nice walls". She said, now with the fake smile.
Faith's breath caught in her throat. Alicia was going to cut the baby out of her stomach! How could anyone be so cruel?
Faith started to cry. " What are you going to do with my baby"? she sobbed.
" Why, I have to kill it, silly." she said, soothingly. " You don't think that Maurice and I can look after two at once do you?" she said, softly. " But don't worry. I'll just slit it's throat real quick and then it will all be over. I'll even let you watch". She said, as she reached and rubbed Faith's belly. Faith slapped her hand away again and this time Alicia walked across the room and looked in the mirror.
Faith gagged at the thought of what was about to happen. She began to wretch and then she vomitted over the side of the bed. She was shaking as she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. A new feeling came over her, as her protective instincts kicked in. She was not going to lose another child to fate. Anger and sheer hatred replaced the fear she had felt only seconds ago..She had never been so mad in her whole life. Her face was now a distinctly purple color. She gathered what strength she had and let out a howl, getting Alicia's full attention.
" Don't you dare touch me! Bosco will be back any minute and when he see's you he's gonna blow all your brains out, you witch!" she screamed, flinging the blankets off of her.
She attempted to stand, but as she did, Alicia came running toward her, knocking her back down on the bed.
" You'll be sorry for that when I'm carving you and that baby of yours up!" Alicia screamed back at her, trying to hold her down with one hand, while attempting to plunge the knife into Faith's neck with the other.
Faith put up her hand in a defensive manuver and it connected with the knife. The blade slid through the palm of her hand easialy, causing blood to spurt over both her and Alicia.
Faith curled her fingers into a fist and swung, connecting with Alicia's head, knocking her off balance. Alicia tumbled back on the bed, allowing Faith to get up on her knees.
Faith leaned over Alicia and grabbed the knife and threw it over the side of the bed. Looking to make sure the knife was a safe distance away, Faith delivered her first blow to Alicia's already messed up face. Wham! went her fist into Alicia's nose, rebreaking it. Alicia had no time to recover. She was helpless and Faith was wild in her anger. She punched again and again, not noticing that her knee was directly pushing into Alicia's very pregnant stomach. Alicia cried out over and over again for her to stop. Faith stopped when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, dragging her off of Alicia's body.
Faith was in shock and had lost quite a bit of blood. The room started to spin and the last thing she saw was Bosco's face before the darkness claimed her.
TBC