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Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Thirteen
Faith groaned and rolled over. The clock read 6:47. She had gone to bed so early that she needed to get up before her head started to ache.
She quietly slipped out from under the covers and set her feet on the hardwood floor. Bosco turned over on his side and kept right on snoring.
Faith watched him for a minute. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He was having a good sleep. She could always tell by the way he breathed. If he was slow and regular that meant that it was a good sleep. If it was heavy and fast, chances were that he was having some kind of nightmare. He was so good to her. She knew how tired he was going to be today, especially since she had kept him up most of the night. Vowing never to take sleeping pills again, she stood up and put on her robe and strode out to the hall to check on the kids. They were both asleep.
She went out to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. Bosco always loved to wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She decided to make him and the kids a nice breakfast of bacon, ham, eggs, toast and juice. Then they would sit down and try and figure out a way to end their problems with Alicia.
She stretched her arms over her head and let out a big yawn. She was still so tired. It was the morning ritual for her to do the crossword puzzle in the paper. It was on mat outside the door, just as always.
Faith shut the door and went to sit down at the kitchen table, when she noticed the light was flashing on the answering machine. She walked over and pressed the button. The display said that there were twelve new messages. They never had that many messages on their machine.
She pressed the button to play them all and walked over to pour a cup of coffee for herself.
" Maurice, it's your father. You need to call me right away. It's urgent. I mean it, Maurice, please call. 555-0909."
Faith was surprised. Bosco and his father hadn't spoken for years as far as she knew. Why would Raymond be calling them?
The second message began. " Maurice, it's 9:00. When you get in, you better call me right away!" Raymond's voice boomed over the machine.
She began to pour a cup for Bosco when the third message began to play. " Maurice! This is your father! There's been an accident! Your mother is dead! She finally managed to drink herself to death! Call me right away!"
Faith gasped. The cup fell out of her hand, smashing all over the floor and splashing the hot contents everywhere. She walked over to the machine and rewound the message. She had to listen to it three times before it sank in. Rose was dead. She would have to tell Bosco. He would be crushed.
She sank to the floor, hot tears scalding her face as they ran down her cheeks. She cried for Rose, for Bosco, for the relationship that couldn't be repaired in time. Mostly, she cried for her husband. Bosco, even though he didn't see her much, had a love for his mother that was almost holy. He adored her, even when she was drinking too much. He always held on to the hope that she would quit drinking and start over.
Cruel fate had stolen the chance for them to rebuild their relationship. It had come, like a thief in the night, taking all, leaving nothing. Not even a scrap. Bosco would never get the chance to tell her he loved her again. He would blame himself for this. But this time, she wouldn't be here to placate him and tell him it wasn't his fault.
Faith stood up and went directly to the phone. She had to ask Ty and Sasha for another favour. Sasha picked up after two rings.
" Hello". she croaked.
" Sasha? It's Faith. Sorry to wake you like this."
" It's ok. What's up?" Sasha asked, sleepily.
Faith took a deep breath, trying not to cry. 'There's been an accident and I wondered if you can take the kids for today and tonight". she said, shakily.
Sasha was instantly sober. " Faith! What's happened? Are you alright? It's not Alicia, is it"?
Faith broke down. " It's Rose. Bosco's mom. She's....she's... dead. She must have died from alcohol poisoning because Bos's dad called and left a message saying that she drank herself to death. " Faith cried, into the phone.
" Oh no! I'm so sorry, how's Bosco taking it" she asked, genuinely sad for her friends.
" I havn't told him yet." Faith whispered, sitting down at the kitchen table, running her hands through her hair.
Sasha threw back the covers and stepped out of bed. She put on a pair of sweats as she was talking to Faith.
" We'll be right over. Just give us 15 mins." She said. She hung up the phone and and shook Ty awake.
" Whaaaa...." he grumbled, pulling the covers up over his head.
" Ty, baby, wake up. We gotta go get Liv and Logan." she said, insistently.
Ty uncovered his head, now awake. " What's goin' on?" he asked, confused.
Sasha threw on a tshirt as she answered him. " Bosco's mom died. We have to go get the kids and take them back here. Faith hasn't told him yet. We should get the kids out of there before he wakes up."
Ty groaned. Poor Bosco and Faith. They had been through enough in the last few years to last a lifetime. He shook his head and got up. It was gonna be a long day.
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Faith sat at the table trying to figure out her next move. Her eyes were swollen and red. Her face was beginning to get puffy.
She decided to get the kids up and give them their breakfast so they would be ready when Sasha and Ty came to get them.
She wondered if she was doing the right thing. Not waking him up immediately, and getting the kids out first. If he woke up now and she had to tell him, it wouldn't matter who was around. No, she thought. She was doing the right thing.
She walked down the hall, stopping to close her bedroom door, so the kids wouldn't wake Bosco up. Both of her little ones were beginning to stir.
" Good morning, my babies. Come and get some breakfast". she said, softly, ruffling the hair on both their heads.
The twins slept in the same bed. It was by their own choice. They preferred to be together. Faith thought it was sweet.
Logan rolled over and gave her a sleepy smile. " Mama...we go unka Ty's gogo today?"
Faith smiled at her son. " Ya baby. Uncle Ty and Aunt Sasha are on their way to get you and Livy right now". she said, reaching over to rub Liv's back.
Liv stretched her little arms above her head and yawned. " I wanna stay wiwf you mommy". she said, crawling over Logan to reach Faith's lap.
Faith cuddled her daughter close, savouring each moment she got to spend with her kids.
Logan got up and wanted to sit in her lap too. She held them, one on each knee, rocking them and singing softly.
She put them down on the floor and told them to pick out some clothes to wear. She walked back out into the kitchen and packed them some breakfast to take on the road. A few minutes later, Sasha was at the door. She embraced Faith and cried with her. It was good to have such caring friends.
Ty came in a minute later and hugged Faith as well. They talked quietly while Sasha gathered up the twins and took them out to the door. After kissing them both, she watched as Sasha and Ty drove away.
She was starting to clean up the coffee and bits of broken glass, when a sleepy Bosco came into the kitchen.
" What happened in here?" he asked, as he walked around her to get himself a cup.
Faith swallowed nervously. She felt like she was about to throw up. She licked her lips, and then bit down on her lower lip.
She stood up and put the bits of glass and paper towel in the sink. She wiped off her hands on the dishtowel and walked over to him.
She hugged him tightly, feeling the lump in her throat, almost choking her. She pulled back and looked at him, the tears already starting to fall.
" Sit down, babe. Something's happened and it's terrible news." she said, guiding him to a chair.
He paled. " What is it? What is it Faith?" he demanded. Something was not right...not right at all.
He watched as she twisted her hands around, obviously trying to find the words that would forever haunt him.
" Your father called last night when we were in bed..." she began.
Anger flashed through his face, before he spoke. " What'd he want? Asshole! What could he possibly have to say to me"? he spat, distainfully, starting to stand.
She pushed lightly on his chest. " Bosco. Sit down." she said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
He sat. He was scared.
" What? Did somethin' happen to ma"? he asked, scared of the answer.
Faith shook her head, tears coming fast and hard down her cheeks.
" Yes, baby. She's gone."
Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Thirteen
Faith groaned and rolled over. The clock read 6:47. She had gone to bed so early that she needed to get up before her head started to ache.
She quietly slipped out from under the covers and set her feet on the hardwood floor. Bosco turned over on his side and kept right on snoring.
Faith watched him for a minute. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He was having a good sleep. She could always tell by the way he breathed. If he was slow and regular that meant that it was a good sleep. If it was heavy and fast, chances were that he was having some kind of nightmare. He was so good to her. She knew how tired he was going to be today, especially since she had kept him up most of the night. Vowing never to take sleeping pills again, she stood up and put on her robe and strode out to the hall to check on the kids. They were both asleep.
She went out to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. Bosco always loved to wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She decided to make him and the kids a nice breakfast of bacon, ham, eggs, toast and juice. Then they would sit down and try and figure out a way to end their problems with Alicia.
She stretched her arms over her head and let out a big yawn. She was still so tired. It was the morning ritual for her to do the crossword puzzle in the paper. It was on mat outside the door, just as always.
Faith shut the door and went to sit down at the kitchen table, when she noticed the light was flashing on the answering machine. She walked over and pressed the button. The display said that there were twelve new messages. They never had that many messages on their machine.
She pressed the button to play them all and walked over to pour a cup of coffee for herself.
" Maurice, it's your father. You need to call me right away. It's urgent. I mean it, Maurice, please call. 555-0909."
Faith was surprised. Bosco and his father hadn't spoken for years as far as she knew. Why would Raymond be calling them?
The second message began. " Maurice, it's 9:00. When you get in, you better call me right away!" Raymond's voice boomed over the machine.
She began to pour a cup for Bosco when the third message began to play. " Maurice! This is your father! There's been an accident! Your mother is dead! She finally managed to drink herself to death! Call me right away!"
Faith gasped. The cup fell out of her hand, smashing all over the floor and splashing the hot contents everywhere. She walked over to the machine and rewound the message. She had to listen to it three times before it sank in. Rose was dead. She would have to tell Bosco. He would be crushed.
She sank to the floor, hot tears scalding her face as they ran down her cheeks. She cried for Rose, for Bosco, for the relationship that couldn't be repaired in time. Mostly, she cried for her husband. Bosco, even though he didn't see her much, had a love for his mother that was almost holy. He adored her, even when she was drinking too much. He always held on to the hope that she would quit drinking and start over.
Cruel fate had stolen the chance for them to rebuild their relationship. It had come, like a thief in the night, taking all, leaving nothing. Not even a scrap. Bosco would never get the chance to tell her he loved her again. He would blame himself for this. But this time, she wouldn't be here to placate him and tell him it wasn't his fault.
Faith stood up and went directly to the phone. She had to ask Ty and Sasha for another favour. Sasha picked up after two rings.
" Hello". she croaked.
" Sasha? It's Faith. Sorry to wake you like this."
" It's ok. What's up?" Sasha asked, sleepily.
Faith took a deep breath, trying not to cry. 'There's been an accident and I wondered if you can take the kids for today and tonight". she said, shakily.
Sasha was instantly sober. " Faith! What's happened? Are you alright? It's not Alicia, is it"?
Faith broke down. " It's Rose. Bosco's mom. She's....she's... dead. She must have died from alcohol poisoning because Bos's dad called and left a message saying that she drank herself to death. " Faith cried, into the phone.
" Oh no! I'm so sorry, how's Bosco taking it" she asked, genuinely sad for her friends.
" I havn't told him yet." Faith whispered, sitting down at the kitchen table, running her hands through her hair.
Sasha threw back the covers and stepped out of bed. She put on a pair of sweats as she was talking to Faith.
" We'll be right over. Just give us 15 mins." She said. She hung up the phone and and shook Ty awake.
" Whaaaa...." he grumbled, pulling the covers up over his head.
" Ty, baby, wake up. We gotta go get Liv and Logan." she said, insistently.
Ty uncovered his head, now awake. " What's goin' on?" he asked, confused.
Sasha threw on a tshirt as she answered him. " Bosco's mom died. We have to go get the kids and take them back here. Faith hasn't told him yet. We should get the kids out of there before he wakes up."
Ty groaned. Poor Bosco and Faith. They had been through enough in the last few years to last a lifetime. He shook his head and got up. It was gonna be a long day.
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Faith sat at the table trying to figure out her next move. Her eyes were swollen and red. Her face was beginning to get puffy.
She decided to get the kids up and give them their breakfast so they would be ready when Sasha and Ty came to get them.
She wondered if she was doing the right thing. Not waking him up immediately, and getting the kids out first. If he woke up now and she had to tell him, it wouldn't matter who was around. No, she thought. She was doing the right thing.
She walked down the hall, stopping to close her bedroom door, so the kids wouldn't wake Bosco up. Both of her little ones were beginning to stir.
" Good morning, my babies. Come and get some breakfast". she said, softly, ruffling the hair on both their heads.
The twins slept in the same bed. It was by their own choice. They preferred to be together. Faith thought it was sweet.
Logan rolled over and gave her a sleepy smile. " Mama...we go unka Ty's gogo today?"
Faith smiled at her son. " Ya baby. Uncle Ty and Aunt Sasha are on their way to get you and Livy right now". she said, reaching over to rub Liv's back.
Liv stretched her little arms above her head and yawned. " I wanna stay wiwf you mommy". she said, crawling over Logan to reach Faith's lap.
Faith cuddled her daughter close, savouring each moment she got to spend with her kids.
Logan got up and wanted to sit in her lap too. She held them, one on each knee, rocking them and singing softly.
She put them down on the floor and told them to pick out some clothes to wear. She walked back out into the kitchen and packed them some breakfast to take on the road. A few minutes later, Sasha was at the door. She embraced Faith and cried with her. It was good to have such caring friends.
Ty came in a minute later and hugged Faith as well. They talked quietly while Sasha gathered up the twins and took them out to the door. After kissing them both, she watched as Sasha and Ty drove away.
She was starting to clean up the coffee and bits of broken glass, when a sleepy Bosco came into the kitchen.
" What happened in here?" he asked, as he walked around her to get himself a cup.
Faith swallowed nervously. She felt like she was about to throw up. She licked her lips, and then bit down on her lower lip.
She stood up and put the bits of glass and paper towel in the sink. She wiped off her hands on the dishtowel and walked over to him.
She hugged him tightly, feeling the lump in her throat, almost choking her. She pulled back and looked at him, the tears already starting to fall.
" Sit down, babe. Something's happened and it's terrible news." she said, guiding him to a chair.
He paled. " What is it? What is it Faith?" he demanded. Something was not right...not right at all.
He watched as she twisted her hands around, obviously trying to find the words that would forever haunt him.
" Your father called last night when we were in bed..." she began.
Anger flashed through his face, before he spoke. " What'd he want? Asshole! What could he possibly have to say to me"? he spat, distainfully, starting to stand.
She pushed lightly on his chest. " Bosco. Sit down." she said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
He sat. He was scared.
" What? Did somethin' happen to ma"? he asked, scared of the answer.
Faith shook her head, tears coming fast and hard down her cheeks.
" Yes, baby. She's gone."