Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Fourteen
Bosco sat completely still, not saying a word. Faith wondered if he had heard what she said.
"Bos, did you hear me?" she asked, quietly.
He was on the edge. Emotions pulling him in every direction. " What do you mean? She's dead? How in the hell did that happen?" he yelled at her. He never was good at directing his anger.
He felt like he was going to die. His mother was dead. Dead. He wondered how it happened, although he thought he may have an idea.
Faith pulled up a chair in front of him and sat down, taking his hands into hers.
" Your father said that it was from her drinking." she explained, looking into his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was feeling.
He stood up and walked over to the counter, laying his hands flat on the surface. His shoulders started to shake, as he silently cried.
Crying, Faith got up from her chair and walked behind him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. His shaking increased as he felt her touch.
" I can't do this. I can't be here right now. I have to go." he mumbled, shaking his head back and forth.
He didn't want to be touched right then. He shrugged out of her embrace and grabbed the keys to the mustang and ran out the door.
" Bosco! Don't go!" Faith yelled at him. She was too late. He was out the door and down the stairs.
She sank to the floor, covering her face with her hands. What started as a light rain, soon became a storm of anguish. She had to cry now. She had to get herself together for Bosco's sake. For her children's sake.
Bosco was in shock. She knew that. He wasn't going to believe it until he drove past her house. She just hoped that he could drive without getting into an accident. She silently cursed herself for not planning ahead better. She should have known that he'd run. He always ran. But sooner or later he always came home.
The ringing of the phone brought her into the present. She got up from the floor and grabbed the cordless from the counter.
" Hello?"
" I'm looking for Maurice Boscorelli" came a deep voice.
" I'm his wife. Can I help you?" Faith asked.
There was silence on the other end.
" His wife?" came the surprised question.
" Ya. His wife. Who am I speaking to?" Faith said, not disguising the annoyance in her voice.
The man cleared his throat. " Uh, I'm Raymond Boscorelli. Maurice is my son. I've left some messages for him. I thought he'd like to know right away about his mother".
Faith groaned inwardly. She hadn't even met her father-in-law yet and already she was being rude to him. " I'm sorry sir, it's just been a really bad morning. Maurice just found out a few minutes ago...and he's....well...he's gone." she explained.
" Ya. He always was a runner. He just needs to blow off some steam, hon. Oh, what's your name, by the way?" he asked politely.
He didn't seem to be that bad of a guy. He was actually quite polite. Maybe he and Bos could work through what was wrong between them. Maybe she could help.
" My name is Faith. I'm his partner as well."
" Partner?"
" Yes. We're both police officers. Didn't you know"? she asked, really shocked that he didn't even know that much.
He took a second before answering. He seemed to be gathering courage for what he was about to say next.
" I don't know what my son has told you, Faith. But we don't exactly get along. We havn't talked for about ten years. I wasn't a good father or husband. I can admit that. Maurice never could forgive me for that. I was hoping that maybe now we might have a chance to talk."
He sounded genuinely sincere. Maybe they could work it out. It could be a new beginning.
" I don't know, Mr. Boscorelli, but I'll sure try and talk to him. Oh, and you might want to know that you have two grandchildren."
He sounded pleased. " Two? What are they? How old are they".
" They're two and a half. Twins. A boy and a girl". Faith said, proudly. How sad that he didn't even know that.
" Wow! Twins! That must be a handful. What'd ya name em?"
" Logan and Olivia." she responded.
" Nice names. Maybe I could see them sometime....well...we'll just have to see." he said, jumping to the next topic.
" The funeral arrangements have been made. The visiting hours are today from two to four and seven to nine. The funeral will be tomorow at St. Dunstans at 1:00. Just call me if you need anything, Faith." he said, kindly.
" Ok, Mr. Boscorelli. Oh, and thanks for callin'. I'll tell Bosco as soon as he comes home".
She hung up the phone and decided she needed to make a list of people to call. The first order of business was to call work. They would both need some time off. She called and talked to Lieu, who was understanding. He gave them both a week off. She was grateful for the time. Bosco was going to need it.
She called other people for the next half hour or so. Looking at her watch, she hoped that Bos would show up soon. The wake was only a few hours away and it was already 10:30.
She decided to shower and get it over with. That way, she could be ready to take care of Bosco when he came home.
After her shower she decided to rummage through her closet for something to wear. She walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and continued toward the bedroom.
The bedroom door was closed. She felt her stomach turn into a chunk of ice. She turned the knob slowly......
TBC
Bosco sat completely still, not saying a word. Faith wondered if he had heard what she said.
"Bos, did you hear me?" she asked, quietly.
He was on the edge. Emotions pulling him in every direction. " What do you mean? She's dead? How in the hell did that happen?" he yelled at her. He never was good at directing his anger.
He felt like he was going to die. His mother was dead. Dead. He wondered how it happened, although he thought he may have an idea.
Faith pulled up a chair in front of him and sat down, taking his hands into hers.
" Your father said that it was from her drinking." she explained, looking into his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was feeling.
He stood up and walked over to the counter, laying his hands flat on the surface. His shoulders started to shake, as he silently cried.
Crying, Faith got up from her chair and walked behind him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. His shaking increased as he felt her touch.
" I can't do this. I can't be here right now. I have to go." he mumbled, shaking his head back and forth.
He didn't want to be touched right then. He shrugged out of her embrace and grabbed the keys to the mustang and ran out the door.
" Bosco! Don't go!" Faith yelled at him. She was too late. He was out the door and down the stairs.
She sank to the floor, covering her face with her hands. What started as a light rain, soon became a storm of anguish. She had to cry now. She had to get herself together for Bosco's sake. For her children's sake.
Bosco was in shock. She knew that. He wasn't going to believe it until he drove past her house. She just hoped that he could drive without getting into an accident. She silently cursed herself for not planning ahead better. She should have known that he'd run. He always ran. But sooner or later he always came home.
The ringing of the phone brought her into the present. She got up from the floor and grabbed the cordless from the counter.
" Hello?"
" I'm looking for Maurice Boscorelli" came a deep voice.
" I'm his wife. Can I help you?" Faith asked.
There was silence on the other end.
" His wife?" came the surprised question.
" Ya. His wife. Who am I speaking to?" Faith said, not disguising the annoyance in her voice.
The man cleared his throat. " Uh, I'm Raymond Boscorelli. Maurice is my son. I've left some messages for him. I thought he'd like to know right away about his mother".
Faith groaned inwardly. She hadn't even met her father-in-law yet and already she was being rude to him. " I'm sorry sir, it's just been a really bad morning. Maurice just found out a few minutes ago...and he's....well...he's gone." she explained.
" Ya. He always was a runner. He just needs to blow off some steam, hon. Oh, what's your name, by the way?" he asked politely.
He didn't seem to be that bad of a guy. He was actually quite polite. Maybe he and Bos could work through what was wrong between them. Maybe she could help.
" My name is Faith. I'm his partner as well."
" Partner?"
" Yes. We're both police officers. Didn't you know"? she asked, really shocked that he didn't even know that much.
He took a second before answering. He seemed to be gathering courage for what he was about to say next.
" I don't know what my son has told you, Faith. But we don't exactly get along. We havn't talked for about ten years. I wasn't a good father or husband. I can admit that. Maurice never could forgive me for that. I was hoping that maybe now we might have a chance to talk."
He sounded genuinely sincere. Maybe they could work it out. It could be a new beginning.
" I don't know, Mr. Boscorelli, but I'll sure try and talk to him. Oh, and you might want to know that you have two grandchildren."
He sounded pleased. " Two? What are they? How old are they".
" They're two and a half. Twins. A boy and a girl". Faith said, proudly. How sad that he didn't even know that.
" Wow! Twins! That must be a handful. What'd ya name em?"
" Logan and Olivia." she responded.
" Nice names. Maybe I could see them sometime....well...we'll just have to see." he said, jumping to the next topic.
" The funeral arrangements have been made. The visiting hours are today from two to four and seven to nine. The funeral will be tomorow at St. Dunstans at 1:00. Just call me if you need anything, Faith." he said, kindly.
" Ok, Mr. Boscorelli. Oh, and thanks for callin'. I'll tell Bosco as soon as he comes home".
She hung up the phone and decided she needed to make a list of people to call. The first order of business was to call work. They would both need some time off. She called and talked to Lieu, who was understanding. He gave them both a week off. She was grateful for the time. Bosco was going to need it.
She called other people for the next half hour or so. Looking at her watch, she hoped that Bos would show up soon. The wake was only a few hours away and it was already 10:30.
She decided to shower and get it over with. That way, she could be ready to take care of Bosco when he came home.
After her shower she decided to rummage through her closet for something to wear. She walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and continued toward the bedroom.
The bedroom door was closed. She felt her stomach turn into a chunk of ice. She turned the knob slowly......
TBC