Chapter Eleven
( Hiya! Thanks for being so nice with your reviews!;©)
Future Maritza's POV
Back at the hospital, Nurse Proctar stopped Bosco on his way through.
'' Bosco, you look like you're wasting away,'' She had her hand on his arm. He pulled
away. When people worry about him, it bugs him. I don't really know why. He just
hates it when people feel sorry for him. That bugs us all. But he's got one heck of a
barrier stuck up there. His dad taught him one thing, and it wasn't something he
should have learned.Self doubt. He doesn't think he's worth the attention he gets.
Also, I know what his father did to him, I know how to read between the lines. I know
Bosco had one heck of a crappy childhood, and his adult life ain't all roses either. He
no longer trusts people.
Can't say as I blame him........
Bosco's POV
Mary pulled me aside when I got to the hospital, and told me I needed to take better care of myself. I said I would. She
looked like she didn't believe me, but she let me
go.
I sunk into my familar chair beside Ritza's bed, and took her hand.
'' You know what Ritz?,'' I asked gently,'' You had better wake up soon. Because I
don't think I can take this. Come on babe, wake up. Wake up, please.''
I let my forehead rest on the the edge of her bed, and tried to stop myself from crying.
I don't cry, I don't cry, crying shows weakness. I learned one thing from my old man,
and that was it.
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A/N Sorry so short. Trust me, the next chapter is better! ;©)Ô
( Hiya! Thanks for being so nice with your reviews!;©)
Future Maritza's POV
Back at the hospital, Nurse Proctar stopped Bosco on his way through.
'' Bosco, you look like you're wasting away,'' She had her hand on his arm. He pulled
away. When people worry about him, it bugs him. I don't really know why. He just
hates it when people feel sorry for him. That bugs us all. But he's got one heck of a
barrier stuck up there. His dad taught him one thing, and it wasn't something he
should have learned.Self doubt. He doesn't think he's worth the attention he gets.
Also, I know what his father did to him, I know how to read between the lines. I know
Bosco had one heck of a crappy childhood, and his adult life ain't all roses either. He
no longer trusts people.
Can't say as I blame him........
Bosco's POV
Mary pulled me aside when I got to the hospital, and told me I needed to take better care of myself. I said I would. She
looked like she didn't believe me, but she let me
go.
I sunk into my familar chair beside Ritza's bed, and took her hand.
'' You know what Ritz?,'' I asked gently,'' You had better wake up soon. Because I
don't think I can take this. Come on babe, wake up. Wake up, please.''
I let my forehead rest on the the edge of her bed, and tried to stop myself from crying.
I don't cry, I don't cry, crying shows weakness. I learned one thing from my old man,
and that was it.
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A/N Sorry so short. Trust me, the next chapter is better! ;©)Ô