Confessions of Time
Faith's POV
Its truly amazing how time can work, one day everything is fine its just your normal routine you know. You get up, you take your same route to work meet the same people as you make your way through, just like always. You go through time never thinking about how everything that your use too could change. If I knew that everything that I was use to was going to change I would of taken those extra few seconds I had to hold my husband and children just that little bit closer and I would of taken up Bosco's offer on going out for a drink with him or his usual offer of a drive home.
Nearly a year ago everything changed in a matter of hours. The lights went out and when they came back on nothing was the same again. I nearly lost my husband and I said some of the most possibly hurtful words I could think of to my partner which drove him to Anti Crime with that bitch Cruz. I tried to apologize but he would just immediately changed the topic when I started to, maybe I should of forced him to listen to me or maybe I was just being paranoid when he told me he worked anti crime while I was off. I don't know why I doubted him he was there for me the whole time, never let me down. Everything that happened after that built up from that little bit of doubt that sat in the back of mind whenever I saw him with her. Instead of just admitting to him that the reason why I was upset with him and meddled in everything that they did was because I care about him and I was losing mind from missing him, I turned it into a mistrust issue.
Now a year later and what was done was done he finds himself unable to trust himself around me. When I asked to meet him at that little diner I wanted to scream out at him that all I wanted was for him to be a part of my life again. Instead I sugar coated it and hesitantly told him I still wanted him out of my life. I couldn't even look him in the eye unless he was the one talking to me, I felt like I had to it for Fred, but its all a big regret. I can still see him walking out of that diner not even looking back once, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. We worked together for a few weeks since then and everyday I contemplated whether or not I should give him my real explaination to why it wasn't a matter of want but I just got used to the way we were working.
The regret disappeared until the day he found out that he brother was brutally murdered and I saw the pain in his eyes as he walked by me. At first the pain in his eyes that I saw shocked me with confusion because I had no idea what was wrong, but what hurt me was the silence he gave me every time I asked him what was wrong. Deep behind the evident hurt in his eyes I knew when he kept his eyes locked on me that he wanted to say something but he didn't because he respected my decision of him staying completely out of my life so he didn't bother me with his problems this time. Not a second went by even after he had went through the doors with Sully and Davis not far behind I wanted to grab him and drag him back into my arms. I couldn't take it anymore I had to tell him, so I made a mental note to be sure I called him first thing in the morning.
Bosco has always been one to surprise me though, like right now at this present time when those bullets hailed into the lounge he didn't take a second thought and shielded me with his body, protecting me, pulling me to the floor, risking every little bit of his life for me. I'm lying here on the floor sure of the fact that the bullets have stopped and everything is eerily quiet. With my face still pressed against the cool floor I use my eyes to examine my surroundings. Looking downwards towards my feet I see Davis moving his legs, scanning upwards the next thing I see is another pair legs only these legs are not moving. Looking further up hoping to meet the face of the person whose legs remain still, I find myself looking at a chair that lies on its side in front of me. Reaching up I fearfully and slowly slide it along the floor praying that I won't be attracting attention to what may still be on the other side of window. Relieved to hear nothing but silence, and not so relieved when I see condition of the man that lies in front of me. I do the first thing that comes to mind and check for a pulse and I almost begin to cry when I feel the beating below my fingers its rather slow which frightens me.
Taking hold of his blood covered hand I move myself to sitting position. Through teary eyes I looked down at Bosco when I hear with begin to gag and cough up blood.
"Oh no Bosco!" I begin to panic tears now flowing down my cheeks.
"Davis!….Davis!" I start yelling at a panicked pitch.
"Yeah, yeah Faith I'm alright." Davis says picking himself up off the floor.
"Oh God…please" I'm leaning in over Bosco sobbing and pressing face into his and dragging my fingers through his soft hair begging him to stay strong.
"Davis…help me"
"Ok…ah man…alright lets get him on his back". I move behind his head and Davis grabs his torso and within a few seconds we had him on his back. I stare down at his pale face where the blood that is smeared across and wounds clearly visible on his chest only makes him look like he is 60 seconds away from death.
Ty and my gaze meets both of which have fear written through out it. Ty lets out a breath as if he has been holding it for hours and starts to look around the room. "Where the hell did Cruz go?"
I look back at him "what?" taken back by his surprising question at the moment. I then take a second myself to notice that she is no longer in the room. I feel Bosco move his head slightly between my hands and lets out a moan along with a large amount of blood. Looking back up at Davis a few more tears escape he stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"I'll go find a doctor"
Nodding nervously while locking my eyes on Bosco's paled face "be careful" I whisper as I hear the door swing close.
"Stay with me Boz"
Faith's POV
Its truly amazing how time can work, one day everything is fine its just your normal routine you know. You get up, you take your same route to work meet the same people as you make your way through, just like always. You go through time never thinking about how everything that your use too could change. If I knew that everything that I was use to was going to change I would of taken those extra few seconds I had to hold my husband and children just that little bit closer and I would of taken up Bosco's offer on going out for a drink with him or his usual offer of a drive home.
Nearly a year ago everything changed in a matter of hours. The lights went out and when they came back on nothing was the same again. I nearly lost my husband and I said some of the most possibly hurtful words I could think of to my partner which drove him to Anti Crime with that bitch Cruz. I tried to apologize but he would just immediately changed the topic when I started to, maybe I should of forced him to listen to me or maybe I was just being paranoid when he told me he worked anti crime while I was off. I don't know why I doubted him he was there for me the whole time, never let me down. Everything that happened after that built up from that little bit of doubt that sat in the back of mind whenever I saw him with her. Instead of just admitting to him that the reason why I was upset with him and meddled in everything that they did was because I care about him and I was losing mind from missing him, I turned it into a mistrust issue.
Now a year later and what was done was done he finds himself unable to trust himself around me. When I asked to meet him at that little diner I wanted to scream out at him that all I wanted was for him to be a part of my life again. Instead I sugar coated it and hesitantly told him I still wanted him out of my life. I couldn't even look him in the eye unless he was the one talking to me, I felt like I had to it for Fred, but its all a big regret. I can still see him walking out of that diner not even looking back once, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. We worked together for a few weeks since then and everyday I contemplated whether or not I should give him my real explaination to why it wasn't a matter of want but I just got used to the way we were working.
The regret disappeared until the day he found out that he brother was brutally murdered and I saw the pain in his eyes as he walked by me. At first the pain in his eyes that I saw shocked me with confusion because I had no idea what was wrong, but what hurt me was the silence he gave me every time I asked him what was wrong. Deep behind the evident hurt in his eyes I knew when he kept his eyes locked on me that he wanted to say something but he didn't because he respected my decision of him staying completely out of my life so he didn't bother me with his problems this time. Not a second went by even after he had went through the doors with Sully and Davis not far behind I wanted to grab him and drag him back into my arms. I couldn't take it anymore I had to tell him, so I made a mental note to be sure I called him first thing in the morning.
Bosco has always been one to surprise me though, like right now at this present time when those bullets hailed into the lounge he didn't take a second thought and shielded me with his body, protecting me, pulling me to the floor, risking every little bit of his life for me. I'm lying here on the floor sure of the fact that the bullets have stopped and everything is eerily quiet. With my face still pressed against the cool floor I use my eyes to examine my surroundings. Looking downwards towards my feet I see Davis moving his legs, scanning upwards the next thing I see is another pair legs only these legs are not moving. Looking further up hoping to meet the face of the person whose legs remain still, I find myself looking at a chair that lies on its side in front of me. Reaching up I fearfully and slowly slide it along the floor praying that I won't be attracting attention to what may still be on the other side of window. Relieved to hear nothing but silence, and not so relieved when I see condition of the man that lies in front of me. I do the first thing that comes to mind and check for a pulse and I almost begin to cry when I feel the beating below my fingers its rather slow which frightens me.
Taking hold of his blood covered hand I move myself to sitting position. Through teary eyes I looked down at Bosco when I hear with begin to gag and cough up blood.
"Oh no Bosco!" I begin to panic tears now flowing down my cheeks.
"Davis!….Davis!" I start yelling at a panicked pitch.
"Yeah, yeah Faith I'm alright." Davis says picking himself up off the floor.
"Oh God…please" I'm leaning in over Bosco sobbing and pressing face into his and dragging my fingers through his soft hair begging him to stay strong.
"Davis…help me"
"Ok…ah man…alright lets get him on his back". I move behind his head and Davis grabs his torso and within a few seconds we had him on his back. I stare down at his pale face where the blood that is smeared across and wounds clearly visible on his chest only makes him look like he is 60 seconds away from death.
Ty and my gaze meets both of which have fear written through out it. Ty lets out a breath as if he has been holding it for hours and starts to look around the room. "Where the hell did Cruz go?"
I look back at him "what?" taken back by his surprising question at the moment. I then take a second myself to notice that she is no longer in the room. I feel Bosco move his head slightly between my hands and lets out a moan along with a large amount of blood. Looking back up at Davis a few more tears escape he stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"I'll go find a doctor"
Nodding nervously while locking my eyes on Bosco's paled face "be careful" I whisper as I hear the door swing close.
"Stay with me Boz"