Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Nine
Bosco waited for Faith to get in the car and put her seatbelt on before pulling away.
He was in a nasty mood. He was angry about the comment Faith had made to him. She was ALWAYS telling him that he needed to communicate more, to open up, to listen and talk things out. Was she sure she didn't want another woman? Cause no guy he knew talked and acted like that.
The problem was that for the first time, he had felt comfortable asking her to talk to him about it. He wasn't much for gushy talk or even serious talk, but this time he had tried, and at the right moment, too. Or so he thought.
So the one time he does exactly what she wants, she nails him for it! She completely went off on him for no reason.
That's the way Faith was, though. In times of pressure or when things went really wrong, she always bit out at the closest person she could find. It was usually him. He got the short end of the stick on that one.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Her hair was down around her face but he could tell she was crying.
He felt a pang of guilt flash through him. He hated it when she cried. The truth was, he couldn't stand to see or hear a woman cry. Probably had something to do with his childhood, he had assumed.
He remembered all the times he had been an ass to her and she always forgave him. Always.
Maybe he was taking it a little too far, afterall, she was under huge pressure and he, of all people, should have tried to be understanding. He growled to himself. He was so soft underneath it all. He was just glad that no one but Faith and his children got to see that side.
'Faith," he said, softly.
No answer.
" Faith". he said again.
He sighed and pulled the car over on the highway and put it in neutral. He turned toward her and put his hand on her shoulder.
" Faith, please look at me."
"No." came a small voice.
" Why not?" he asked, rubbing her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
" I don't want you to see me cry" she sobbed.
Another pang of guilt flashed through him. This time he really felt like an ass.
He turned her around, facing him. He wiped her tears away with his hand, his thumb making gentle circles on her face. He leaned in and kissed her cheeks, eyes and then her forehead. He pressed his head against hers.
" I'm sorry Faith. I shouldn't have got so mad. Please don't cry." he breathed against her.
She put her arms around his neck and pressed her hair against his cheek. She wasn't sobbing anymore, just sniffling every few seconds.
" No, it's my fault, Bos. I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't even mean it. I"m just so scared! She's never gonna leave us alone" Faith cried.
" Shhh. Shhhh." he soothed her, petting her hair. " It's gonna be ok. I'll kill her myself if I have to". he said, a bit forcefully.
She pulled back from him, a worried look across her beautiful face. " No you won't. I can't live if you're in jail." she said, pointing her finger in his face. " Think about Logan and Liv. I couldn't very well take them to Rikers to visit their father, now could I"? she pointed out.
She was forceful when it came to keeping her family together. Bosco knew that. She wasn't going to let anyone destroy the family that they had made together.
" I know, babe. You're right. Let's talk about this in a bit, ok? " he asked, starting to pull the car back onto the highway.
" Ok." she agreed. " Bos?"
He looked at her.
" I love you". she said, putting her hand out toward him.
He took it and kissed the tips of her fingers. " I love you too." he said, clasping his fingers around hers, not taking his eyes off the road.
The rest of the ride back was quiet. Lost in their own thoughts, the two lovers comtimplated where they would go from here. Would they be safe? Would their children be safe? But most of all, would they be able to get Alicia out of their lives for good? So many questions, so little time.
Tune in next time.
TBC
Bosco waited for Faith to get in the car and put her seatbelt on before pulling away.
He was in a nasty mood. He was angry about the comment Faith had made to him. She was ALWAYS telling him that he needed to communicate more, to open up, to listen and talk things out. Was she sure she didn't want another woman? Cause no guy he knew talked and acted like that.
The problem was that for the first time, he had felt comfortable asking her to talk to him about it. He wasn't much for gushy talk or even serious talk, but this time he had tried, and at the right moment, too. Or so he thought.
So the one time he does exactly what she wants, she nails him for it! She completely went off on him for no reason.
That's the way Faith was, though. In times of pressure or when things went really wrong, she always bit out at the closest person she could find. It was usually him. He got the short end of the stick on that one.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Her hair was down around her face but he could tell she was crying.
He felt a pang of guilt flash through him. He hated it when she cried. The truth was, he couldn't stand to see or hear a woman cry. Probably had something to do with his childhood, he had assumed.
He remembered all the times he had been an ass to her and she always forgave him. Always.
Maybe he was taking it a little too far, afterall, she was under huge pressure and he, of all people, should have tried to be understanding. He growled to himself. He was so soft underneath it all. He was just glad that no one but Faith and his children got to see that side.
'Faith," he said, softly.
No answer.
" Faith". he said again.
He sighed and pulled the car over on the highway and put it in neutral. He turned toward her and put his hand on her shoulder.
" Faith, please look at me."
"No." came a small voice.
" Why not?" he asked, rubbing her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
" I don't want you to see me cry" she sobbed.
Another pang of guilt flashed through him. This time he really felt like an ass.
He turned her around, facing him. He wiped her tears away with his hand, his thumb making gentle circles on her face. He leaned in and kissed her cheeks, eyes and then her forehead. He pressed his head against hers.
" I'm sorry Faith. I shouldn't have got so mad. Please don't cry." he breathed against her.
She put her arms around his neck and pressed her hair against his cheek. She wasn't sobbing anymore, just sniffling every few seconds.
" No, it's my fault, Bos. I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't even mean it. I"m just so scared! She's never gonna leave us alone" Faith cried.
" Shhh. Shhhh." he soothed her, petting her hair. " It's gonna be ok. I'll kill her myself if I have to". he said, a bit forcefully.
She pulled back from him, a worried look across her beautiful face. " No you won't. I can't live if you're in jail." she said, pointing her finger in his face. " Think about Logan and Liv. I couldn't very well take them to Rikers to visit their father, now could I"? she pointed out.
She was forceful when it came to keeping her family together. Bosco knew that. She wasn't going to let anyone destroy the family that they had made together.
" I know, babe. You're right. Let's talk about this in a bit, ok? " he asked, starting to pull the car back onto the highway.
" Ok." she agreed. " Bos?"
He looked at her.
" I love you". she said, putting her hand out toward him.
He took it and kissed the tips of her fingers. " I love you too." he said, clasping his fingers around hers, not taking his eyes off the road.
The rest of the ride back was quiet. Lost in their own thoughts, the two lovers comtimplated where they would go from here. Would they be safe? Would their children be safe? But most of all, would they be able to get Alicia out of their lives for good? So many questions, so little time.
Tune in next time.
TBC