Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Sixteen
Faith's heart was pounding in her chest. She literally would have fainted if she hadn't heard Bosco cough.
She opened the door and stuck her head inside. He was standing by the window, holding the curtin back, looking outside.
He was broken. She knew that as well as she knew her own name. He was trying his best to keep it together, although, she didn't understand why. He had cried in front of her lots of times. But, this was different. This was the death of his mother.
When Emily and Charlie had died, it had affected him greatly. He was just as upset for Faith as he was for the children themselves. But this was Rose. His only living relative that he cared to talk to. Mikey was long gone. No one knew where. He was dealing drugs again and one day he just got up and left. No one heard from him again.
He stood there, a flag of defeat. His shoulders slumped, his hair on end. He looked like he had been through the mixer.
He only looked at her, as she crossed the bedroom to be near him. She reached him and cupped his face with her hands. He put his hands over her own, squeezing gently.
She looked into his pain-filled eyes. She saw the sorrow and the regret inside, begging to be let free.
He looked her in the eye and saw the love and compassion burning within. They stood there, locked together in an unspoken need to comfort and to be comforted.
A lone tear broke free and trickled down his grief-stricken face. And then another.
She grabbed onto him, her arms winding tightly around him. She kissed his neck, while trying to rub his back. Trying to give comfort for even a minute. Trying to dull some of his pain. He let out a small cry, as her hands roamed over him. Her own cries growing louder as they both broke down and surrendered to their deepest emotions.
He held onto her. The only one he had ever loved. He felt the need to consume her completely. His desire for her overwhelming, he had to be close to her, or die trying.
His lips found hers, the salt of their tears mixing. He kissed her with more passion and fervor than he had ever thought possible.
She responded, deepening the kiss, arms wound tightly around him, not letting go.
He found the knot in her towel and let it go. His hands burned with his need to have her, touching her as if for the last time. He picked her up and brought her to their bed. She helped him shed his own clothing and then he laid her down.
His kisses became frenzied, his mouth seeking hers, demanding her to need him too. She held his body tightly, feeling him, wanting him, being one with him. He cried words of love and passion in her ear. She accepted, telling him the same.
They gave and took, not leaving any part of the other left out. The wave of their passion rose as they reached their peak together.
They reached heights that they had never reached before. The passion and love they found in each other and displayed for each other, was overwhelming.
When it was over, they lay in each others arms. Giving words of comfort and love.
Bosco cleared his throat as he rolled over, pulling her with him. " Faith, where are the kids?" he asked, in a tired voice.
" They are with Ty and Sasha until the funeral." she replied, clasping his hand with hers.
" When did they go?"
" This morning."
He took his hand away from hers and sat up, his hand on her hip. " How did you find out? I mean, who told you about ma?" he asked, confused.
She suddenly felt nervous. She turned over onto her back, looking up into his face. She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes did all the talking.
He knew. He knew right then, just who had called. " It was my father, wasn't it?" he asked, bitterly.
She nodded. " He sounded like he really wants to make up with you, Bos. He said that he knew he had made mistakes......."
Bosco snorted and his eyes filled with tears. " Ya. He made a few mistakes. I'll say he made more than a few." he spat, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
Faith sat up, her face inches from his. " Babe, he sounded really sorry".
He held up his hand before he turned away from her and sat on the edge of the bed
" No. Don't tell me anymore. He makes me sick." he said, his voice quivering.
" Besides, we should get up and go make the arrangements and stuff".
Faith didn't know what to say. The arrangements had been made. By the one man that Bosco hated. She felt dreadful. He stood up and held his hand out to her. " Come on, let's take a shower".
She opened her mouth to speak. His face turned ashen. " What?"
" Uh, Bos, I don't know how to say this, but the arrangements have already been made." she said, cringing.
He turned his back to her and clenched his fist. " Him? Did he make them?" he asked, between clenched teeth.
She didn't have the chance to answer before he whirled around and punched a hole in the bedroom wall.
He cursed loudly and left the room. A few seconds later she heard the bathroom door slam, then the water running.
Faith wiped the fresh tears from her eyes and got out of bed. She went down the hall and tried the bathroom door. It was unlocked.
She stepped inside and closed the door. Bosco was in the shower. His head buired in his arms, leaning against the wall. He was sobbing uncontrollably, his chest heaving in and out. His sobs harsh and deep. It was the kind of crying that could be considerd dispair.
Faith felt her heart break again, as she opened the shower door and stepped inside. She stood behind him and touched his shoulder. " Bos." she said, softly.
He didn't move. She pulled his arms down, allowing herself space to get between him and the wall. She held him against her as he let out years of pain and frustration.
She wondered exactly what was going to happen when they came face to face with Raymond Boscorelli. She knew it wouldn't be good.
TBC
Faith's heart was pounding in her chest. She literally would have fainted if she hadn't heard Bosco cough.
She opened the door and stuck her head inside. He was standing by the window, holding the curtin back, looking outside.
He was broken. She knew that as well as she knew her own name. He was trying his best to keep it together, although, she didn't understand why. He had cried in front of her lots of times. But, this was different. This was the death of his mother.
When Emily and Charlie had died, it had affected him greatly. He was just as upset for Faith as he was for the children themselves. But this was Rose. His only living relative that he cared to talk to. Mikey was long gone. No one knew where. He was dealing drugs again and one day he just got up and left. No one heard from him again.
He stood there, a flag of defeat. His shoulders slumped, his hair on end. He looked like he had been through the mixer.
He only looked at her, as she crossed the bedroom to be near him. She reached him and cupped his face with her hands. He put his hands over her own, squeezing gently.
She looked into his pain-filled eyes. She saw the sorrow and the regret inside, begging to be let free.
He looked her in the eye and saw the love and compassion burning within. They stood there, locked together in an unspoken need to comfort and to be comforted.
A lone tear broke free and trickled down his grief-stricken face. And then another.
She grabbed onto him, her arms winding tightly around him. She kissed his neck, while trying to rub his back. Trying to give comfort for even a minute. Trying to dull some of his pain. He let out a small cry, as her hands roamed over him. Her own cries growing louder as they both broke down and surrendered to their deepest emotions.
He held onto her. The only one he had ever loved. He felt the need to consume her completely. His desire for her overwhelming, he had to be close to her, or die trying.
His lips found hers, the salt of their tears mixing. He kissed her with more passion and fervor than he had ever thought possible.
She responded, deepening the kiss, arms wound tightly around him, not letting go.
He found the knot in her towel and let it go. His hands burned with his need to have her, touching her as if for the last time. He picked her up and brought her to their bed. She helped him shed his own clothing and then he laid her down.
His kisses became frenzied, his mouth seeking hers, demanding her to need him too. She held his body tightly, feeling him, wanting him, being one with him. He cried words of love and passion in her ear. She accepted, telling him the same.
They gave and took, not leaving any part of the other left out. The wave of their passion rose as they reached their peak together.
They reached heights that they had never reached before. The passion and love they found in each other and displayed for each other, was overwhelming.
When it was over, they lay in each others arms. Giving words of comfort and love.
Bosco cleared his throat as he rolled over, pulling her with him. " Faith, where are the kids?" he asked, in a tired voice.
" They are with Ty and Sasha until the funeral." she replied, clasping his hand with hers.
" When did they go?"
" This morning."
He took his hand away from hers and sat up, his hand on her hip. " How did you find out? I mean, who told you about ma?" he asked, confused.
She suddenly felt nervous. She turned over onto her back, looking up into his face. She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes did all the talking.
He knew. He knew right then, just who had called. " It was my father, wasn't it?" he asked, bitterly.
She nodded. " He sounded like he really wants to make up with you, Bos. He said that he knew he had made mistakes......."
Bosco snorted and his eyes filled with tears. " Ya. He made a few mistakes. I'll say he made more than a few." he spat, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
Faith sat up, her face inches from his. " Babe, he sounded really sorry".
He held up his hand before he turned away from her and sat on the edge of the bed
" No. Don't tell me anymore. He makes me sick." he said, his voice quivering.
" Besides, we should get up and go make the arrangements and stuff".
Faith didn't know what to say. The arrangements had been made. By the one man that Bosco hated. She felt dreadful. He stood up and held his hand out to her. " Come on, let's take a shower".
She opened her mouth to speak. His face turned ashen. " What?"
" Uh, Bos, I don't know how to say this, but the arrangements have already been made." she said, cringing.
He turned his back to her and clenched his fist. " Him? Did he make them?" he asked, between clenched teeth.
She didn't have the chance to answer before he whirled around and punched a hole in the bedroom wall.
He cursed loudly and left the room. A few seconds later she heard the bathroom door slam, then the water running.
Faith wiped the fresh tears from her eyes and got out of bed. She went down the hall and tried the bathroom door. It was unlocked.
She stepped inside and closed the door. Bosco was in the shower. His head buired in his arms, leaning against the wall. He was sobbing uncontrollably, his chest heaving in and out. His sobs harsh and deep. It was the kind of crying that could be considerd dispair.
Faith felt her heart break again, as she opened the shower door and stepped inside. She stood behind him and touched his shoulder. " Bos." she said, softly.
He didn't move. She pulled his arms down, allowing herself space to get between him and the wall. She held him against her as he let out years of pain and frustration.
She wondered exactly what was going to happen when they came face to face with Raymond Boscorelli. She knew it wouldn't be good.
TBC