The Only One: Chapter 31
Bosco walked up the steps of the building with coffee in one hand and a huge paper bag containing lots of breakfast foods in the other. He had bought a lot of things just in case Faith changed her mind about what she wanted. He didn't want to spend his day running back and forth between the coffee shop and the deli.
He reached the landing and continued on towards their apartment. He thought he could hear someone yelling. He stopped in his tracks and listened to see where it was coming from. Instant alarm was his when he realized that the yelling was coming from Faith. He destinctly heard a loud thud followed by several smaller thuds, as if someone's head was repeatedly hitting the hardwood floor.
He dropped everything on the floor and jammed the key into the lock. " Dammit! Open you rotten son-of-a...." he cursed loudly, wishing that he could kick it open.
The key turned and he threw the door open. Nothing looked disturbed in the kitchen. He picked up his cell phone off of the table and speed dialed the precinct.
He spoke in a whisper as he walked down the hall. " This is Officer Boscorelli. Badge number 243889. I need backup at my apartment. 197-23 West 56th street. Apartment 17. Hurry!" he hissed, before hanging up.
He knew better than to make a lot of noise and possibly turn a bad situation worse by startling the intruder, who he knew full well was Alicia.
His heart was pounding madly as he quickly, but quietly, headed toward the bedroom. He could hear Faith struggling with someone who was pleading for her to stop. He rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Faith was sitting on top of Alicia and was in the process of using her face as a punching bag! There was blood spurting out of Faith's hand with every new blow she delivered. Her knees were pinning Alicia down and digging painfully into the, now, helpless woman's stomach.
Bosco stepped forward and grabbed Faith by her arms and pulled her off of Alicia. Faith was histerical, crying and screaming at Alicia, who was now unconcious.
Satisfied that Alicia was of no threat at the moment, he turned Faith around, facing him. He could tell that she was in shock. She was bleeding profusely and even though she had stopped screaming, she was dangerously close to passing out.
A second later, she did just that. Her eyes locked with Bosco's, sensing that he would protect her, she closed her eyes and and collapsed in his arms.
He laid her on the floor and turned and grabbed a pair of cuffs out of the dresser drawer and slapped them on Alicia's wrists.
" WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU MISERABLE WITCH!" he screamed in her face. He slapped her face, trying to wake her before the the back-up officers arrived. He felt helpless. He was so angry he was seriously tempted to kill her right there on the spot. If it weren't for the unborn baby and for Faith and their baby, he probably would have.
It was just another excuse to tourture himself with in the future. He wasn't there for Faith. He didn't protect her the way he should have. He would never be able to put it to rest. Inside, he was torn up. Sick, because he knew at this moment, he was everything his father had said he would be. It broke him, knowing that the one person he hated most in the world had been the one person who was able to predict what he was. What he always would be. A loser.
A small cry broke his reverie.
It was Alicia. She was clutching her stomach. The baby was coming.
TBC
Bosco walked up the steps of the building with coffee in one hand and a huge paper bag containing lots of breakfast foods in the other. He had bought a lot of things just in case Faith changed her mind about what she wanted. He didn't want to spend his day running back and forth between the coffee shop and the deli.
He reached the landing and continued on towards their apartment. He thought he could hear someone yelling. He stopped in his tracks and listened to see where it was coming from. Instant alarm was his when he realized that the yelling was coming from Faith. He destinctly heard a loud thud followed by several smaller thuds, as if someone's head was repeatedly hitting the hardwood floor.
He dropped everything on the floor and jammed the key into the lock. " Dammit! Open you rotten son-of-a...." he cursed loudly, wishing that he could kick it open.
The key turned and he threw the door open. Nothing looked disturbed in the kitchen. He picked up his cell phone off of the table and speed dialed the precinct.
He spoke in a whisper as he walked down the hall. " This is Officer Boscorelli. Badge number 243889. I need backup at my apartment. 197-23 West 56th street. Apartment 17. Hurry!" he hissed, before hanging up.
He knew better than to make a lot of noise and possibly turn a bad situation worse by startling the intruder, who he knew full well was Alicia.
His heart was pounding madly as he quickly, but quietly, headed toward the bedroom. He could hear Faith struggling with someone who was pleading for her to stop. He rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Faith was sitting on top of Alicia and was in the process of using her face as a punching bag! There was blood spurting out of Faith's hand with every new blow she delivered. Her knees were pinning Alicia down and digging painfully into the, now, helpless woman's stomach.
Bosco stepped forward and grabbed Faith by her arms and pulled her off of Alicia. Faith was histerical, crying and screaming at Alicia, who was now unconcious.
Satisfied that Alicia was of no threat at the moment, he turned Faith around, facing him. He could tell that she was in shock. She was bleeding profusely and even though she had stopped screaming, she was dangerously close to passing out.
A second later, she did just that. Her eyes locked with Bosco's, sensing that he would protect her, she closed her eyes and and collapsed in his arms.
He laid her on the floor and turned and grabbed a pair of cuffs out of the dresser drawer and slapped them on Alicia's wrists.
" WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU MISERABLE WITCH!" he screamed in her face. He slapped her face, trying to wake her before the the back-up officers arrived. He felt helpless. He was so angry he was seriously tempted to kill her right there on the spot. If it weren't for the unborn baby and for Faith and their baby, he probably would have.
It was just another excuse to tourture himself with in the future. He wasn't there for Faith. He didn't protect her the way he should have. He would never be able to put it to rest. Inside, he was torn up. Sick, because he knew at this moment, he was everything his father had said he would be. It broke him, knowing that the one person he hated most in the world had been the one person who was able to predict what he was. What he always would be. A loser.
A small cry broke his reverie.
It was Alicia. She was clutching her stomach. The baby was coming.
TBC