1Terror By Night
Chapter One
I've debated on whether to post this story for a long time. This is the very first one I wrote, but was unsure of what kind of re-action I would get if I posted it. With Faithyokas101's encouragement I've decided to go ahead and do it though I must warn you it's very violent in some parts.
I'm giving it an R rating just in case.
This story is full of action, violence, drama, and lots of angst. Please read and review and let me know if I should post the other chapters.
Thanks to everyone and I sincerely hope no one is offended. I did my research on this and hope that it is as accurate to true life as possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.
Coming out of small grocery store, Faith noticed a man who seem to be staring at her from
the corner of the building. He was rather tall, dark headed, maybe late thirty's. She felt a chill run up her spine as she passed quickly by him. She could still feel his eyes on her as she headed down the side walk.
'Did she know this person?' she thought to herself irritated by his stares. She slipped her hand down in her bag and around her off duty weapon just in case. Maybe she was just being paranoid. After all this was New York, and she had seen some of the worst of them especially on the job. Still...something about him made her feel uneasy. At one point she even thought she heard foot steps behind her and stopped to turn around and look, but she saw no one.
"Great."she told herself. Being alone all these months was making her paranoid. She continued
on her way brushing it off as such and was soon back in her thoughts as she made her way home.
She and Bosco had the evening off. She had spent yet another day looking for a new apartment. Bosco had gone with her to look at several including one in his own building. She knew she could no longer afford the building she had grown up in and besides, there were just too many bad memories there for her now. Bosco had offered her a ride home but, the night air was warm and breezy and she decided she'd rather walk home hoping to try and clear her head of some of the horrible words exchanged between her and Fred a few days before.
It had been two months now since their divorce had become final and it seemed he was even more determined to hurt her now than ever. She knew it had to be his own guilt working out of him. He had told her that day when he dropped off Emily and Charlie that she had better not be screwing anybody with his kids in that apartment. Well they were her kids too and he was the one who had done that not her! He even went so far as to tell her how bringing home strangers was a danger to the kids. "Well duh!" She thought aloud to herself. 'I'm a cop for crying out loud!' Didn't he already think she was aware of this? 'And what strangers?' she thought to herself. 'It's not like I have a life anymore except for work and whenever I get to see the kids.'
It wasn't like she was interested in anyone anyway after what he'd put her through. He'd also had the nerve to tell her if she was gonna be sleeping with Bosco, it had better be at his place.
She shook herself at the thought of how vulgar he had been in his choice of words. In all their years of marriage she had never seen or heard him speak like that before no matter how angry they had gotten at each other. Surely it had to be his own guilt talking. After all, he was the one who had cheated on her and no matter how he'd tried to twist things to his advantage, it wasn't going to change the facts!
She'd reached her apartment and let herself in still deep in thought, closing the door behind her. The kids were with Fred all this week, so she was completely alone. Again. That had to be the worst part of it all. She hated being alone. She tossed her keys and bag onto the couch and headed for the kitchen to make herself some herbal tea.
It always ended the same way, with him accusing her of sleeping with Bosco. He'd always been jealous of their friendship and it was just like him to try and make something ugly out of it.
Since Mikey's death, the shootings and everything with Fred, she and Bosco had gotten to be really close friends again. They respected each other more now and she thought of how much Bosco had matured in such a short amount of time. He'd saved her life at the hospital that day when he threw himself onto her knocking the chairs over giving them just enough cover from the spray of bullets.
They were best friends. He had been there for her, listening to her when things got rough just as she had for him. Their friendship had taken on a whole new layer of trust and she was so thankful to have him to talk to with out Fred hovering.
Finishing her tea, she decided to get a shower and call it a night. It had been a really long day and she was both mentally and physically exhausted.
She had just gotten to sleep when she was awakened by an unusual sound she thought she heard coming from the living room. After a long silence she began to think it was just her imagination. Still she wasn't ready to go look. Not when her off duty gun was on the couch in her bag. She was probably just getting herself worked up for nothing. Still... her heart was pounding and she had a sick feeling growing in her stomach.
Bosco had told her long ago if she ever needed him no matter what the time was to not hesitate to call. She decided if she was ever going to get back to sleep she had to talk to somebody. She dialed his cell phone first just in case he was out.
"Hello, this better be good." He answered already somewhat irritated because he couldn't sleep either. For more reasons than he could count Faith had been on his mind a lot lately and he didn't like having his thoughts interrupted. Not when it came to Faith.
"Bos?"
"Oh, hey Faith." His tone softened a bit. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I just got a little spooked I guess. You're really gonna think this is silly, but I thought I heard something...." she stopped mid sentence after hearing glass break. This time she knew she wasn't mistaken. Someone was in her apartment!
"Faith?"
With her voice much lower now and more frightened she answered "Bosco there's someone here in the apartment." Getting out of bed she looked around for anything she might use for a weapon and a place to hide if possible.
"Faith?!" His voice full of concern now. "Do you have your gun with you?"
"No." she whispered back. She brushed her hair back off her forehead with her hand as she stood looking around the room nervously. "It's in my bag in the living room. Dammit!" He could hear the fear rising in her voice as he quickly threw on some jeans and a T-shirt.
"Ok Faith just stay on the line with me here ok?" "I'm gonna use my house phone to call 911. Then I'm on my way. Just stay with me don't hang up ok?"
He was becoming a bit frantic himself as he grabbed his keys and ran out the door. He thought perhaps it could be Fred, but then remembered Faith had all the locks changed. How could anyone have gotten into her apartment? Maybe the 'whoever' would just leave he hoped as he left running out of his building.
He was still trying to reassure Faith when suddenly he heard her gasp and then the sound of a mans voice low in the background.
"My, my, my, look what I found." His voice was deep and heavy. She knew she didn't know the voice. She tried to make out his features, but couldn't.
"Get out!" Faith told him sternly, trying not to show her fear even though the room was dark except for what little light was coming in through the window.
All she could make out was a tall dark figure standing now in her bedroom. She thought she could make out a shiny object in his hand. 'Oh God he's got a knife.' she thought. "I've already called the police and they're on their way!" she told him still holding onto the phone.
In the same sickening voice he replied to her,
"Oh it's ok baby, I will have already had a piece of you by then and be long gone before they get here! You might even enjoy it."
She dropped the phone then, but Bosco could still hear every word. "Oh my God Faith!? he yelled into the phone. He knew exactly what was happening. He beat the steering wheel in his frustration.
"Not without a fight you won't!" she told him determinedly. She was angry now as well as afraid.
Her breathing had become more rapid as she tried to prepared to defend herself. She grabbed the lamp from the bedside table and threw it at him in a feeble attempt to stop him from coming any closer, but he managed to dodge it with ease.
She made an attempt to rush him into the wall and slip past him but failed as he grabbed her around the waist, throwing her back onto the bed and quickly covering her with his own body. He was a big man. Bigger than Fred even. And too strong. He wore what looked like a wrestling mask that covered most of the upper part of his face and nose. It was thin but enough to conceal his identity.
She fought him with everything she had making contact with his face and neck several times.
"Get off me!" "Get off me!" she yelled at him. She even tried to pull the mask off at one point, scratching his face with her nails as she did so, but he just laughed at her and then punched her hard in the face almost knocking her unconscious.
"You're a fiery little bitch aren't you!" he said pinning her arms down over her head. "You don't want to try that again!" he warned holding the knife to her throat now. He began ripping away at the fabric of her night shirt groping and crushing her as she still tried in vain to fight him off. He punched her again and again and she stilled herself a bit taking blows across her cheek bone and jaw. She could hardly breath from the weight of him on her, but was able to take in enough air to cry out in one last attempt for help.
"Bosco help! Help me please! she cried, her voice weakening. Bosco!" Tears were streaming down her face now as she began to feel defeat.
Laughing at her as forced her legs apart he began to lower himself onto her. Then he spoke to her as if to prepare her. "Here I come baby. You know you want it bitch!"
"Oh God no...! Please! Please don't do this!" she cried out again.
He cover her mouth with his hand as she screamed from the excruciating pain he was inflicting upon her as he forced himself inside her. She felt as though she were being ripped apart. Minutes seemed like hours. She dug her nails into his shoulders on either side still trying to push him off of her. Her screams and tears meant nothing to him as he continued to push harder and harder into her, biting her flesh as he did so until he was done.
Breathing heavily he said to her. "You were a good piece of ass. You can bet I'll be back! I've been watching you for a while now you know?" he said taunting her. "And you were just as good as I thought you'd be. I own you now baby!" he said laughing as she stared at him in sheer terror. He slapped her hard across her face again with the back of his hand busting her bottom lip as if to prove his point "Don't ever forget that." he said looking down at her dead serious now. "I own you!" Then, true to his word, he was gone before anyone had arrived to help her.
She rolled over on to her side holding the lower part of her stomach, grasping at the sheet on the bed to cover herself as she curled up. She didn't need to look to know she was bleeding.
Chapter One
I've debated on whether to post this story for a long time. This is the very first one I wrote, but was unsure of what kind of re-action I would get if I posted it. With Faithyokas101's encouragement I've decided to go ahead and do it though I must warn you it's very violent in some parts.
I'm giving it an R rating just in case.
This story is full of action, violence, drama, and lots of angst. Please read and review and let me know if I should post the other chapters.
Thanks to everyone and I sincerely hope no one is offended. I did my research on this and hope that it is as accurate to true life as possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.
Coming out of small grocery store, Faith noticed a man who seem to be staring at her from
the corner of the building. He was rather tall, dark headed, maybe late thirty's. She felt a chill run up her spine as she passed quickly by him. She could still feel his eyes on her as she headed down the side walk.
'Did she know this person?' she thought to herself irritated by his stares. She slipped her hand down in her bag and around her off duty weapon just in case. Maybe she was just being paranoid. After all this was New York, and she had seen some of the worst of them especially on the job. Still...something about him made her feel uneasy. At one point she even thought she heard foot steps behind her and stopped to turn around and look, but she saw no one.
"Great."she told herself. Being alone all these months was making her paranoid. She continued
on her way brushing it off as such and was soon back in her thoughts as she made her way home.
She and Bosco had the evening off. She had spent yet another day looking for a new apartment. Bosco had gone with her to look at several including one in his own building. She knew she could no longer afford the building she had grown up in and besides, there were just too many bad memories there for her now. Bosco had offered her a ride home but, the night air was warm and breezy and she decided she'd rather walk home hoping to try and clear her head of some of the horrible words exchanged between her and Fred a few days before.
It had been two months now since their divorce had become final and it seemed he was even more determined to hurt her now than ever. She knew it had to be his own guilt working out of him. He had told her that day when he dropped off Emily and Charlie that she had better not be screwing anybody with his kids in that apartment. Well they were her kids too and he was the one who had done that not her! He even went so far as to tell her how bringing home strangers was a danger to the kids. "Well duh!" She thought aloud to herself. 'I'm a cop for crying out loud!' Didn't he already think she was aware of this? 'And what strangers?' she thought to herself. 'It's not like I have a life anymore except for work and whenever I get to see the kids.'
It wasn't like she was interested in anyone anyway after what he'd put her through. He'd also had the nerve to tell her if she was gonna be sleeping with Bosco, it had better be at his place.
She shook herself at the thought of how vulgar he had been in his choice of words. In all their years of marriage she had never seen or heard him speak like that before no matter how angry they had gotten at each other. Surely it had to be his own guilt talking. After all, he was the one who had cheated on her and no matter how he'd tried to twist things to his advantage, it wasn't going to change the facts!
She'd reached her apartment and let herself in still deep in thought, closing the door behind her. The kids were with Fred all this week, so she was completely alone. Again. That had to be the worst part of it all. She hated being alone. She tossed her keys and bag onto the couch and headed for the kitchen to make herself some herbal tea.
It always ended the same way, with him accusing her of sleeping with Bosco. He'd always been jealous of their friendship and it was just like him to try and make something ugly out of it.
Since Mikey's death, the shootings and everything with Fred, she and Bosco had gotten to be really close friends again. They respected each other more now and she thought of how much Bosco had matured in such a short amount of time. He'd saved her life at the hospital that day when he threw himself onto her knocking the chairs over giving them just enough cover from the spray of bullets.
They were best friends. He had been there for her, listening to her when things got rough just as she had for him. Their friendship had taken on a whole new layer of trust and she was so thankful to have him to talk to with out Fred hovering.
Finishing her tea, she decided to get a shower and call it a night. It had been a really long day and she was both mentally and physically exhausted.
She had just gotten to sleep when she was awakened by an unusual sound she thought she heard coming from the living room. After a long silence she began to think it was just her imagination. Still she wasn't ready to go look. Not when her off duty gun was on the couch in her bag. She was probably just getting herself worked up for nothing. Still... her heart was pounding and she had a sick feeling growing in her stomach.
Bosco had told her long ago if she ever needed him no matter what the time was to not hesitate to call. She decided if she was ever going to get back to sleep she had to talk to somebody. She dialed his cell phone first just in case he was out.
"Hello, this better be good." He answered already somewhat irritated because he couldn't sleep either. For more reasons than he could count Faith had been on his mind a lot lately and he didn't like having his thoughts interrupted. Not when it came to Faith.
"Bos?"
"Oh, hey Faith." His tone softened a bit. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I just got a little spooked I guess. You're really gonna think this is silly, but I thought I heard something...." she stopped mid sentence after hearing glass break. This time she knew she wasn't mistaken. Someone was in her apartment!
"Faith?"
With her voice much lower now and more frightened she answered "Bosco there's someone here in the apartment." Getting out of bed she looked around for anything she might use for a weapon and a place to hide if possible.
"Faith?!" His voice full of concern now. "Do you have your gun with you?"
"No." she whispered back. She brushed her hair back off her forehead with her hand as she stood looking around the room nervously. "It's in my bag in the living room. Dammit!" He could hear the fear rising in her voice as he quickly threw on some jeans and a T-shirt.
"Ok Faith just stay on the line with me here ok?" "I'm gonna use my house phone to call 911. Then I'm on my way. Just stay with me don't hang up ok?"
He was becoming a bit frantic himself as he grabbed his keys and ran out the door. He thought perhaps it could be Fred, but then remembered Faith had all the locks changed. How could anyone have gotten into her apartment? Maybe the 'whoever' would just leave he hoped as he left running out of his building.
He was still trying to reassure Faith when suddenly he heard her gasp and then the sound of a mans voice low in the background.
"My, my, my, look what I found." His voice was deep and heavy. She knew she didn't know the voice. She tried to make out his features, but couldn't.
"Get out!" Faith told him sternly, trying not to show her fear even though the room was dark except for what little light was coming in through the window.
All she could make out was a tall dark figure standing now in her bedroom. She thought she could make out a shiny object in his hand. 'Oh God he's got a knife.' she thought. "I've already called the police and they're on their way!" she told him still holding onto the phone.
In the same sickening voice he replied to her,
"Oh it's ok baby, I will have already had a piece of you by then and be long gone before they get here! You might even enjoy it."
She dropped the phone then, but Bosco could still hear every word. "Oh my God Faith!? he yelled into the phone. He knew exactly what was happening. He beat the steering wheel in his frustration.
"Not without a fight you won't!" she told him determinedly. She was angry now as well as afraid.
Her breathing had become more rapid as she tried to prepared to defend herself. She grabbed the lamp from the bedside table and threw it at him in a feeble attempt to stop him from coming any closer, but he managed to dodge it with ease.
She made an attempt to rush him into the wall and slip past him but failed as he grabbed her around the waist, throwing her back onto the bed and quickly covering her with his own body. He was a big man. Bigger than Fred even. And too strong. He wore what looked like a wrestling mask that covered most of the upper part of his face and nose. It was thin but enough to conceal his identity.
She fought him with everything she had making contact with his face and neck several times.
"Get off me!" "Get off me!" she yelled at him. She even tried to pull the mask off at one point, scratching his face with her nails as she did so, but he just laughed at her and then punched her hard in the face almost knocking her unconscious.
"You're a fiery little bitch aren't you!" he said pinning her arms down over her head. "You don't want to try that again!" he warned holding the knife to her throat now. He began ripping away at the fabric of her night shirt groping and crushing her as she still tried in vain to fight him off. He punched her again and again and she stilled herself a bit taking blows across her cheek bone and jaw. She could hardly breath from the weight of him on her, but was able to take in enough air to cry out in one last attempt for help.
"Bosco help! Help me please! she cried, her voice weakening. Bosco!" Tears were streaming down her face now as she began to feel defeat.
Laughing at her as forced her legs apart he began to lower himself onto her. Then he spoke to her as if to prepare her. "Here I come baby. You know you want it bitch!"
"Oh God no...! Please! Please don't do this!" she cried out again.
He cover her mouth with his hand as she screamed from the excruciating pain he was inflicting upon her as he forced himself inside her. She felt as though she were being ripped apart. Minutes seemed like hours. She dug her nails into his shoulders on either side still trying to push him off of her. Her screams and tears meant nothing to him as he continued to push harder and harder into her, biting her flesh as he did so until he was done.
Breathing heavily he said to her. "You were a good piece of ass. You can bet I'll be back! I've been watching you for a while now you know?" he said taunting her. "And you were just as good as I thought you'd be. I own you now baby!" he said laughing as she stared at him in sheer terror. He slapped her hard across her face again with the back of his hand busting her bottom lip as if to prove his point "Don't ever forget that." he said looking down at her dead serious now. "I own you!" Then, true to his word, he was gone before anyone had arrived to help her.
She rolled over on to her side holding the lower part of her stomach, grasping at the sheet on the bed to cover herself as she curled up. She didn't need to look to know she was bleeding.