Disclaimer: I don't own Third Watch. I wish I was a writer for the show, but sadly, I'm not. I'm not getting any money for this.....which is probably the same boat that the rest of you are in....we can only dream.
Author's Notes: Let me know what you think, people! I am not getting as many reviews as I would like to have. Let me know if I should continue the story or not. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you hate.
Alicia's Revenge: Chapter 5
When Bosco and the kids got home, they packed a couple of bags and headed back out to the car. Faith had called Ty and Sasha and they had agreed to take the kids for the day. They were going to drive up to the institution to talk to the doctors and nurses there. There had to be something they could do besides worry themselves sick.
After they dropped the kids off they headed toward the drive thru and grabbed a couple of coffees for the ride. Both of them were in their own thoughts. Bosco was really worried about Faith. She had gone through this before with Alicia and it was hard enough to deal with then. But now, it was twice as hard. He wondered if the sleepless nights would come back, and the dreams. The dreams were the worst, when she would wake up screaming, clutching at him. In those dreams, Alicia had always done something to Logan. Sometimes it was to both kids and sometimes it was just to her. He wondered how much more they could take.
Faith glanced over at Bosco. His eyes were cross and his jaw was tight. He was clenching his teeth and the muscles around his jaw were flexing. Faith knew that he still considered all of this his fault. It didn't matter what she said to him. He would never stop blaming himself. The truth was that he had made a choice one night. He had made the choice to sleep with a woman he didn't love, because he couldn't have the woman he did love. His actions had dire consequences. He could look back and see where it all started. But he couldn't change the past or define the future. He had no way of knowing what was to come. He was hard on himself and sometimes Faith became passionately desperate to convince him that it wasn't his fault. But Bosco was Bosco. He wasn't going to change easialy.
He looked over at her just in time to see a tear escape from her eye. She wiped it away hurriedly, hoping that he wouldn't notice. She sniffed a bit and looked out the window.
He pulled the car over to the side and put it in neutral. She looked over at him, wondering why he had stopped. " What is it?" she said.
He leaned over and hugged her. " I just need you to know how much I love you and how sorry I am." he whispered into her strawberry blond hair. He was shaking with emotion. He sucked in his breath and pulled away from her. He reached out and took her face into his hands. His eyes welled up with unshead tears. " I'm sorry". he said, huskily. He was trying hard not to cry.
She cupped her hands around his face and looked deep into his eyes. " Bos, this ISN"T your fault. Don't apologize for something that wasn't your fault and which you had no control over." she said, firmly.
He nodded and put the car in gear. He was so lucky to have her. " What are we gonna do, Faith"? he asked, his eyes on the road.
She turned and looked out the window. " I don't know, Bos. I just don't know". she mumbled.
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Rose Boscorelli was on her third glass of Johnny Walker. It was only lunch time and she was already three sheets to the wind.
What did it matter to her? She was a middle aged woman, with no ties and she was damn well allowed to have a few when she wanted. She owned a bar! Bar owners were supposed to have a few every now and then, weren't they?
She sighed as she refilled her glass. Her drinking had become a 'concern' to Maurice and Faith. She hated that they brought it up to her. How dare they! She was a grown woman and just because she had a few each day, it didn't mean that she was an alcoholic!
What upset her the most was that Maurice and Faith had stopped letting her babysit Logan and Liv, during the day. She used to have them every day, and she babysat them for FREE. That's what ya get for tryin' to help your family out.
Rose nodded her head up and down. A visible look of annoyance on her face. They didn't even appreciate her! She would never do anything to hurt those kids. She LOVED those kids.
" Um, hummm. Um, humm". she said to herself, happy with the theory she was spinning. They were jealous! That's what it was! They couldn't stand the fact that the twins loved going to her house each day. They wanted to keep them all to themselves, that's what it was.
Oh, the complicated lives we lead. There is just something very sad about the alcoholic, don't you think? Here was Rose- a beautiful middle aged woman, drinking herself to death, one day at a time. Missing out on family events, missing her grandchildren's first time riding a trike, and for what? She was a slave to the bottle.
Time had taken its toll on her. Her once flawless complection was now a dull gray. Her eyes were bloodshot most of the time. She was cranky most days and nights too. To top it all off, she had taken back her witch's toung. When Maurice and Mikey were little, they were used to her rambling. The meaner Raymond got, the nastier were her words. The more Ray beat her, the more she verbally abused her sons. In later years, she had calmed down and stopped the really heavy drinking because she was building a solid relationship with Maurice. It was only in the last two years that she had started the binge drinking again.
As much as it hurt Bosco, he never let on. He stayed strong in front of her now. He hadn't been able to do that before. He had only begged her once. After that, he never mentioned it again. But the price that was to be paid was a handsome one. As she kept drinking, the visits from Bosco, Faith and the kids dwindled until it was just him coming for a short visit. Now, he hardly ever dropped by. It broke his heart, but he couldn't stand to see her that way. She never knew how he really felt about her situation. He wanted to help her, but she wouldn't let him. So, he let her go, hoping that she would come back to them. But she never did.
Rose filled her glass again. This time, she drank it as fast as she could. She wanted to escape. She needed to lie down. Her vision had become blurry, and she felt like she was going to pass out.
The last thing she remembered was a small, pretty girl refilling her glass. She filled it again and again and held it to Rose's lips. Rose tried to tell her that she had had enough. But this girl wouldn't take no for an answer. Rose was incapable of stopping her. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes for the last time, was Alicia standing over her. An evil grin pasted to her gaunt face.
" Say goodnight" .
TBC
Author's Notes: Let me know what you think, people! I am not getting as many reviews as I would like to have. Let me know if I should continue the story or not. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you hate.
Alicia's Revenge: Chapter 5
When Bosco and the kids got home, they packed a couple of bags and headed back out to the car. Faith had called Ty and Sasha and they had agreed to take the kids for the day. They were going to drive up to the institution to talk to the doctors and nurses there. There had to be something they could do besides worry themselves sick.
After they dropped the kids off they headed toward the drive thru and grabbed a couple of coffees for the ride. Both of them were in their own thoughts. Bosco was really worried about Faith. She had gone through this before with Alicia and it was hard enough to deal with then. But now, it was twice as hard. He wondered if the sleepless nights would come back, and the dreams. The dreams were the worst, when she would wake up screaming, clutching at him. In those dreams, Alicia had always done something to Logan. Sometimes it was to both kids and sometimes it was just to her. He wondered how much more they could take.
Faith glanced over at Bosco. His eyes were cross and his jaw was tight. He was clenching his teeth and the muscles around his jaw were flexing. Faith knew that he still considered all of this his fault. It didn't matter what she said to him. He would never stop blaming himself. The truth was that he had made a choice one night. He had made the choice to sleep with a woman he didn't love, because he couldn't have the woman he did love. His actions had dire consequences. He could look back and see where it all started. But he couldn't change the past or define the future. He had no way of knowing what was to come. He was hard on himself and sometimes Faith became passionately desperate to convince him that it wasn't his fault. But Bosco was Bosco. He wasn't going to change easialy.
He looked over at her just in time to see a tear escape from her eye. She wiped it away hurriedly, hoping that he wouldn't notice. She sniffed a bit and looked out the window.
He pulled the car over to the side and put it in neutral. She looked over at him, wondering why he had stopped. " What is it?" she said.
He leaned over and hugged her. " I just need you to know how much I love you and how sorry I am." he whispered into her strawberry blond hair. He was shaking with emotion. He sucked in his breath and pulled away from her. He reached out and took her face into his hands. His eyes welled up with unshead tears. " I'm sorry". he said, huskily. He was trying hard not to cry.
She cupped her hands around his face and looked deep into his eyes. " Bos, this ISN"T your fault. Don't apologize for something that wasn't your fault and which you had no control over." she said, firmly.
He nodded and put the car in gear. He was so lucky to have her. " What are we gonna do, Faith"? he asked, his eyes on the road.
She turned and looked out the window. " I don't know, Bos. I just don't know". she mumbled.
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Rose Boscorelli was on her third glass of Johnny Walker. It was only lunch time and she was already three sheets to the wind.
What did it matter to her? She was a middle aged woman, with no ties and she was damn well allowed to have a few when she wanted. She owned a bar! Bar owners were supposed to have a few every now and then, weren't they?
She sighed as she refilled her glass. Her drinking had become a 'concern' to Maurice and Faith. She hated that they brought it up to her. How dare they! She was a grown woman and just because she had a few each day, it didn't mean that she was an alcoholic!
What upset her the most was that Maurice and Faith had stopped letting her babysit Logan and Liv, during the day. She used to have them every day, and she babysat them for FREE. That's what ya get for tryin' to help your family out.
Rose nodded her head up and down. A visible look of annoyance on her face. They didn't even appreciate her! She would never do anything to hurt those kids. She LOVED those kids.
" Um, hummm. Um, humm". she said to herself, happy with the theory she was spinning. They were jealous! That's what it was! They couldn't stand the fact that the twins loved going to her house each day. They wanted to keep them all to themselves, that's what it was.
Oh, the complicated lives we lead. There is just something very sad about the alcoholic, don't you think? Here was Rose- a beautiful middle aged woman, drinking herself to death, one day at a time. Missing out on family events, missing her grandchildren's first time riding a trike, and for what? She was a slave to the bottle.
Time had taken its toll on her. Her once flawless complection was now a dull gray. Her eyes were bloodshot most of the time. She was cranky most days and nights too. To top it all off, she had taken back her witch's toung. When Maurice and Mikey were little, they were used to her rambling. The meaner Raymond got, the nastier were her words. The more Ray beat her, the more she verbally abused her sons. In later years, she had calmed down and stopped the really heavy drinking because she was building a solid relationship with Maurice. It was only in the last two years that she had started the binge drinking again.
As much as it hurt Bosco, he never let on. He stayed strong in front of her now. He hadn't been able to do that before. He had only begged her once. After that, he never mentioned it again. But the price that was to be paid was a handsome one. As she kept drinking, the visits from Bosco, Faith and the kids dwindled until it was just him coming for a short visit. Now, he hardly ever dropped by. It broke his heart, but he couldn't stand to see her that way. She never knew how he really felt about her situation. He wanted to help her, but she wouldn't let him. So, he let her go, hoping that she would come back to them. But she never did.
Rose filled her glass again. This time, she drank it as fast as she could. She wanted to escape. She needed to lie down. Her vision had become blurry, and she felt like she was going to pass out.
The last thing she remembered was a small, pretty girl refilling her glass. She filled it again and again and held it to Rose's lips. Rose tried to tell her that she had had enough. But this girl wouldn't take no for an answer. Rose was incapable of stopping her. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes for the last time, was Alicia standing over her. An evil grin pasted to her gaunt face.
" Say goodnight" .
TBC