Title: Dilution
Rating: R (Subject content, so beware....)
Note: Sorry it's short, but im having troubles writing lately. A/U. Bosco is a druggie, and doesn't work for the 55, Mikey is dealing and using. Faith and Fred are divorced. Mercedes is Bosco's brother, and works for the 55 and is partnered up with Faith. I love Fyre for letting me use Mercedes. 333's to her.
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"So, Bosco doesn't seem to be doing so good." I say, looking away from the road and to Mercedes for a moment. I see her body tense, her whole figure turn just slightly away from me. I know it's an uncomfortable subject, especially because just moments ago she sent him on his way from the precinct. It was still raining, and I was coming out of the locker room after cleaning up from taking care of Bosco when I heard them shouting.
Mercedes screamed at Bosco, told him that he was nothing, and that she hated him. She told him to leave, and he obliged, glaring at her. I hadn't asked her about it yet, partly because it's raining out, and I'm afraid that she'll attack me while I'm driving the squad if I do.
"Better compared to some days." She tells me, running a hand through her hair.
She could be a model, really, she could. She's pretty, real pretty, prettier than I'll ever be. She could make a lot more money modeling than she ever could being a cop, but here she is.
"He told me he used to be in the academy."
I see her lips curl up into a slight smile, remembering probably. "Ya. He did." She told me, proving his story right, "Always said he couldn't do it though – wasn't smart enough. I told him that if he would just study...but then...Well, he just couldn't do it."
She paused, longer than I would like, almost as if she's hiding something from me. Her smile has faded now, her eyes gone back to being dark. I wonder what happened, if maybe he didn't just study. Something more along the lines of it being drug related is what my mind tells me.
I shrug, "It's not for everybody."
"No. No, it's not."
I should never have brought it up. I never should have even said it under my breath, because I knew that she would hear it. She told me though, she told me that I could only move in with her if I didn't get involved in her personal life.
"You can stay, Reese, but you can't EVER butt into things that don't concern you. Such as Ty, got it?"
"I'm sure he's the only one your screwing...whore." I'd said the last part under my breath, but she heard.
That's when she told me to get the hell out, that I wasn't welcome there or anywhere she was anymore, because she hated me. I guess I understand, because I remember.
Bosco just walked into the small apartment. It was four rooms – a kitchen, living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. He, Mikey, and Mercedes all slept in the living room on the pull out couch or on the floor. But upon entering the tiny apartment, he heard noises. Someone crying, a grunt.
He froze. His mother and father weren't supposed to be home. His Ma was working at the bar, and his dad was supposed to be gone finding another job because he'd lost his again. The only people there should have been Mercedes, who was ten at the time, and the babysitter for her – Ron Damagala.
He heard the crying get louder, a voice yelling to shut up. It was Ron, he knew that. Dropping his bag, he ran down the small hallway, if it could even be called that, and turned into his parents bedroom.
He felt sick to his stomach when he saw Ron on top of his baby sister, her cries louder now. Rage swarmed throughout his body, and he lunged forwards. Grabbing at Ron's neck, he wrestled him off of the bed, and onto the ground. He was sitting on his chest, punching his face over and over, not stopping when the older man's hand raked at his skin. He was soon thrown to the side, and Ron got up, and began to run out of the room. Bosco got to his feet, following him, screaming at him to get out. He followed him out into the hallway until he could see him leaving, and then turned back towards the bedroom.
Mercedes was balled up on the bed, a sheet wrapped around her body, her whole frame shaking as she cried.
Rating: R (Subject content, so beware....)
Note: Sorry it's short, but im having troubles writing lately. A/U. Bosco is a druggie, and doesn't work for the 55, Mikey is dealing and using. Faith and Fred are divorced. Mercedes is Bosco's brother, and works for the 55 and is partnered up with Faith. I love Fyre for letting me use Mercedes. 333's to her.
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"So, Bosco doesn't seem to be doing so good." I say, looking away from the road and to Mercedes for a moment. I see her body tense, her whole figure turn just slightly away from me. I know it's an uncomfortable subject, especially because just moments ago she sent him on his way from the precinct. It was still raining, and I was coming out of the locker room after cleaning up from taking care of Bosco when I heard them shouting.
Mercedes screamed at Bosco, told him that he was nothing, and that she hated him. She told him to leave, and he obliged, glaring at her. I hadn't asked her about it yet, partly because it's raining out, and I'm afraid that she'll attack me while I'm driving the squad if I do.
"Better compared to some days." She tells me, running a hand through her hair.
She could be a model, really, she could. She's pretty, real pretty, prettier than I'll ever be. She could make a lot more money modeling than she ever could being a cop, but here she is.
"He told me he used to be in the academy."
I see her lips curl up into a slight smile, remembering probably. "Ya. He did." She told me, proving his story right, "Always said he couldn't do it though – wasn't smart enough. I told him that if he would just study...but then...Well, he just couldn't do it."
She paused, longer than I would like, almost as if she's hiding something from me. Her smile has faded now, her eyes gone back to being dark. I wonder what happened, if maybe he didn't just study. Something more along the lines of it being drug related is what my mind tells me.
I shrug, "It's not for everybody."
"No. No, it's not."
I should never have brought it up. I never should have even said it under my breath, because I knew that she would hear it. She told me though, she told me that I could only move in with her if I didn't get involved in her personal life.
"You can stay, Reese, but you can't EVER butt into things that don't concern you. Such as Ty, got it?"
"I'm sure he's the only one your screwing...whore." I'd said the last part under my breath, but she heard.
That's when she told me to get the hell out, that I wasn't welcome there or anywhere she was anymore, because she hated me. I guess I understand, because I remember.
Bosco just walked into the small apartment. It was four rooms – a kitchen, living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. He, Mikey, and Mercedes all slept in the living room on the pull out couch or on the floor. But upon entering the tiny apartment, he heard noises. Someone crying, a grunt.
He froze. His mother and father weren't supposed to be home. His Ma was working at the bar, and his dad was supposed to be gone finding another job because he'd lost his again. The only people there should have been Mercedes, who was ten at the time, and the babysitter for her – Ron Damagala.
He heard the crying get louder, a voice yelling to shut up. It was Ron, he knew that. Dropping his bag, he ran down the small hallway, if it could even be called that, and turned into his parents bedroom.
He felt sick to his stomach when he saw Ron on top of his baby sister, her cries louder now. Rage swarmed throughout his body, and he lunged forwards. Grabbing at Ron's neck, he wrestled him off of the bed, and onto the ground. He was sitting on his chest, punching his face over and over, not stopping when the older man's hand raked at his skin. He was soon thrown to the side, and Ron got up, and began to run out of the room. Bosco got to his feet, following him, screaming at him to get out. He followed him out into the hallway until he could see him leaving, and then turned back towards the bedroom.
Mercedes was balled up on the bed, a sheet wrapped around her body, her whole frame shaking as she cried.