Chapter Nine
( Sorry for the wait, writer's block, and a whole lot of school work! Thanks for waiting!
Hope you like this chappy!;©)
Bosco's POV
Maritza's been under for about three days now. I've barely left the hospital. Faith has
been by a couple of times, and so has the guys from the Anti-Crime team. Yoshi and
Glenn, and a couple others. Right now, I was at my apartment, sprawled on the
couch, trying to get some sleep before heading back to the hospital. But I couldn't
sleep. I couldn't remember the last time I had. Probably three days ago. All I know is
my girlfriend is laid out on a hospital bed, and she may never wake up. She could
stay comotose forever. And that was most likely something a lot of people I know
would be hoping for. But I'm not. I want her back. I don't care if she spends the rest
of her life, or mine , yelling at me, I just want her back
Future Maritza's POV
I probably shouldn't have followed him home, but I did. What else was I supposed to
do? Watch myself in a coma?
Poor Bosco, he's taking this all real hard. Like not eating, not sleeping hard. He's
barely eaten or slept in the past three days. I know she's in the hospital, and he's
worried, but he's wasting away. If he doesn't take care of himself, there will be nothing
for her to wake up to.
Bosco's POV
I had had enough of laying around. I got up, and stepped into my shoes. I grabbed
my jacket out of the closet, and left.I was supposed to get some sleep, but I couldn't.
I didn't feel right. MY girl, was lying in a hospital bed, and I wanted to be there for her
when she woke up.
I jogged down the stairs, and sprinted to my car. I got in, and started up. I drove to
the hospital, but that wasn't where my mind was. I was thinking about Maritza, and
Faith, and my future. Okay, I know you'll probably think I've gone crazy. Maurice
Boscorelli, thinking about his future, and not just who he'll pick up next. Strange, eh?
I was confused to say the least. Faith was, IS, my best friend, and always wants to
take care of me. Protect me from myself. She's just the mothering type. She just does
it, it's natural. But Maritza. She's different. She doesn't coddle people. No sir! She
expects you to work things out on your own. She'll help, but she won't come behind
you and fix things for you. And then, there's a side of her not many people have seen.
I have, and Lettie, but I'm guessing nobody else. I know she keeps up the tough act
because she's afraid of rejection. She's told me about a few of her old relationships,
and a tiny bit about her parents. They weren't the greatest people, let me tell you.
When she told me about the guy that hit her.......
I KNOW that I care about Faith. She's like my sister. But Ritza. I KNOW care about
her. Heck, maybe I love her. Though that's a word I don't throw around lightly. I was
there when her sister died, I'll be there when we catch the jackass who killed her.
The night that Lettie died is when I caught my first glimpse of the true Ritza. Not the
mask she walks around with. Not the persona she puts on when she wakes up. She
was vunerable, and needy. I daresay weak. Not the sissy kind of weak, but the weak
where you need someone. And I'm glad I was the one to catch her when she needed
someone.
It's hard to wheedle your way through her prickly exterior, to get to the inside. She's
closed up, and it takes one heck of a person to tear down the wall she's bulit around
her.
I'm hoping that I'm getting through.
( Sorry for the wait, writer's block, and a whole lot of school work! Thanks for waiting!
Hope you like this chappy!;©)
Bosco's POV
Maritza's been under for about three days now. I've barely left the hospital. Faith has
been by a couple of times, and so has the guys from the Anti-Crime team. Yoshi and
Glenn, and a couple others. Right now, I was at my apartment, sprawled on the
couch, trying to get some sleep before heading back to the hospital. But I couldn't
sleep. I couldn't remember the last time I had. Probably three days ago. All I know is
my girlfriend is laid out on a hospital bed, and she may never wake up. She could
stay comotose forever. And that was most likely something a lot of people I know
would be hoping for. But I'm not. I want her back. I don't care if she spends the rest
of her life, or mine , yelling at me, I just want her back
Future Maritza's POV
I probably shouldn't have followed him home, but I did. What else was I supposed to
do? Watch myself in a coma?
Poor Bosco, he's taking this all real hard. Like not eating, not sleeping hard. He's
barely eaten or slept in the past three days. I know she's in the hospital, and he's
worried, but he's wasting away. If he doesn't take care of himself, there will be nothing
for her to wake up to.
Bosco's POV
I had had enough of laying around. I got up, and stepped into my shoes. I grabbed
my jacket out of the closet, and left.I was supposed to get some sleep, but I couldn't.
I didn't feel right. MY girl, was lying in a hospital bed, and I wanted to be there for her
when she woke up.
I jogged down the stairs, and sprinted to my car. I got in, and started up. I drove to
the hospital, but that wasn't where my mind was. I was thinking about Maritza, and
Faith, and my future. Okay, I know you'll probably think I've gone crazy. Maurice
Boscorelli, thinking about his future, and not just who he'll pick up next. Strange, eh?
I was confused to say the least. Faith was, IS, my best friend, and always wants to
take care of me. Protect me from myself. She's just the mothering type. She just does
it, it's natural. But Maritza. She's different. She doesn't coddle people. No sir! She
expects you to work things out on your own. She'll help, but she won't come behind
you and fix things for you. And then, there's a side of her not many people have seen.
I have, and Lettie, but I'm guessing nobody else. I know she keeps up the tough act
because she's afraid of rejection. She's told me about a few of her old relationships,
and a tiny bit about her parents. They weren't the greatest people, let me tell you.
When she told me about the guy that hit her.......
I KNOW that I care about Faith. She's like my sister. But Ritza. I KNOW care about
her. Heck, maybe I love her. Though that's a word I don't throw around lightly. I was
there when her sister died, I'll be there when we catch the jackass who killed her.
The night that Lettie died is when I caught my first glimpse of the true Ritza. Not the
mask she walks around with. Not the persona she puts on when she wakes up. She
was vunerable, and needy. I daresay weak. Not the sissy kind of weak, but the weak
where you need someone. And I'm glad I was the one to catch her when she needed
someone.
It's hard to wheedle your way through her prickly exterior, to get to the inside. She's
closed up, and it takes one heck of a person to tear down the wall she's bulit around
her.
I'm hoping that I'm getting through.