Chapter 3
"Faith, just open the door, come on sweetie; open up!" I said banging on her door. I had rushed over here, the moment I had called her, and Fred had answered, and now he was inside with Faith and the kids, and only god knew what was going on in there.
"Get lost Boscorelli!" shouted Fred
"Hey Fred, If I wanted to hear from an asshole like you, I'd fart!" I shouted back "Now open this door, or I swear to god I will kick it in!"
I waited a couple of minutes, just to make sure Faith wasn't coming to open the door, and then I kicked the door as hard as I could...it took about 3 or 4 hits, but finally it fell in...landing at Faith's feet.
I was horrified at what I saw upon entering the apartment. There was Fred pointing a gun at Faith...he was just standing there staring at her, the gun pointed right between her eyes.
"Fred, come on man, put the gun down." I said.
"Shut up Boscorelli, or you're going to get it." He said turning and pointing the gun at me.
"NO ONE POINTS A GUN AT MAURICE BOSCORELLI" I yelled, losing it.
Before I knew what was happening, I was flying through the air, I jumped on top of Fred, and wrestled him to the floor. I grabbed the gun out of his hands, and flipped him over on to his stomach. I then held him down with one knee in the middle of his back. Keeping the gun pointed at his head.
"Don't even think about moving." I growled.
"Faith, call the precinct, and have them send someone over." I said.
Faith grabbed the phone and called for help. Pretty soon we heard a siren getting gradually louder and louder, and then finally two rookies that I didn't really know, came bounding up the stairs.
"What've we got here?" asked the one rookie, damn! She was kind of cute. Long legs, shoulder length reddish brown hair and a fuller figure to kill...I think she noticed me looking at her, because she smiled at me.
Her partner came over and cuffed Fred, while she took Faith's statement. And pretty soon they were off. Faith insisted on charging Fred with Trespassing, and Breaking and Entering.
"That guarantees he'll be spending the night in jail." She said turning to me.
"Faith, I'm real sorry about your door." I replied.
"Don't worry about it Bosco, I'll fix it as best I can, and then call a repair man first thing in the morning."
"Yeah call someone, and then when you get the bill, its on me.... just bring the bill into work, and I'll repay you for the money." I said, feeling shitty about breaking her door.
"Bosco, you saved me just then, if you hadn't come along, I'm a little scared to think about what might have happened."
"Me too." I agreed.
"Mom? What's going on? Why is everyone yelling? Hi uncle Bosco!" said Charlie coming out of his room, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry that woke you sport!" I said smiling and tousling his hair.
"What happened, I was getting pretty scared." Said Charlie, looking at Faith.
"Sweetie, Daddy was being mean to me, so I called the police to come and take him away.... he was even threatening mommy with a gun, but don't worry, Uncle Bosco got here just in time to stop him." Said Faith.
"Dad had a gun?" asked Charlie looking a little scared.
"Yes honey, but the police man took it when he took him away, don't you worry." She said, "Now come on, I'll tuck you back in."
"I want Uncle Bosco to do it." Said Charlie.
"Do you mind?" Faith asked
"Nah! Not at all, come on sport!" I said walking Charlie back to his room.
"Uncle Bosco, I'm gonna be out of school for the summer soon...and I was wondering, do you think maybe we could do something together one day when you and mom have the day off?" he asked.
"Really, you wanna do something with me?" I asked, not believing what I had just heard.
"Yeah, I like you Uncle Bosco." Said Charlie smiling at me, as I tucked him back into bed and pulled the blankets up over him. I made a mental note at that moment to get tickets for a Yankee game some time after Charlie was out of school.
I went back out into the living room and Faith was putting the door back on its hinges. It turns out the damage wasn't that bad; she could still lock it.
After she had the door back in place, she turned to me and told me to take a seat on the couch.
"Want a beer?" she asked, going to the kitchen.
"Sure if you've got one." I replied.
Faith came over and sat down beside me. She handed me a can of beer, and placed a little bowl of shelled peanuts down in front of me.
"Thanks Faith." I said. "Charlie wants to do something with me for a day when he gets out of school, do you think that'd be all right?" I asked.
"I think it's a great idea! What were you thinking about doing with him?" she replied.
"Well I was thinking I might get tickets for a Yankees game, and we could have a day at the ball park, just us guys." I said.
"That sounds great Boz." She said, smiling "Bosco, I really don't know how to thank you for tonight." She said.
"Faith, It's like you told me before, whenever you need me, I'm always right here." I said.
Faith and I sat up until the wee hours of the morning, watching TV...I was just too stressed about Mikey's funeral to sleep.
Finally around 4 a.m., I dozed off, and Faith threw a blanket over me, and kissed my cheek.
"Sleep tight Bos." She said. And headed off to bed.
"Faith, just open the door, come on sweetie; open up!" I said banging on her door. I had rushed over here, the moment I had called her, and Fred had answered, and now he was inside with Faith and the kids, and only god knew what was going on in there.
"Get lost Boscorelli!" shouted Fred
"Hey Fred, If I wanted to hear from an asshole like you, I'd fart!" I shouted back "Now open this door, or I swear to god I will kick it in!"
I waited a couple of minutes, just to make sure Faith wasn't coming to open the door, and then I kicked the door as hard as I could...it took about 3 or 4 hits, but finally it fell in...landing at Faith's feet.
I was horrified at what I saw upon entering the apartment. There was Fred pointing a gun at Faith...he was just standing there staring at her, the gun pointed right between her eyes.
"Fred, come on man, put the gun down." I said.
"Shut up Boscorelli, or you're going to get it." He said turning and pointing the gun at me.
"NO ONE POINTS A GUN AT MAURICE BOSCORELLI" I yelled, losing it.
Before I knew what was happening, I was flying through the air, I jumped on top of Fred, and wrestled him to the floor. I grabbed the gun out of his hands, and flipped him over on to his stomach. I then held him down with one knee in the middle of his back. Keeping the gun pointed at his head.
"Don't even think about moving." I growled.
"Faith, call the precinct, and have them send someone over." I said.
Faith grabbed the phone and called for help. Pretty soon we heard a siren getting gradually louder and louder, and then finally two rookies that I didn't really know, came bounding up the stairs.
"What've we got here?" asked the one rookie, damn! She was kind of cute. Long legs, shoulder length reddish brown hair and a fuller figure to kill...I think she noticed me looking at her, because she smiled at me.
Her partner came over and cuffed Fred, while she took Faith's statement. And pretty soon they were off. Faith insisted on charging Fred with Trespassing, and Breaking and Entering.
"That guarantees he'll be spending the night in jail." She said turning to me.
"Faith, I'm real sorry about your door." I replied.
"Don't worry about it Bosco, I'll fix it as best I can, and then call a repair man first thing in the morning."
"Yeah call someone, and then when you get the bill, its on me.... just bring the bill into work, and I'll repay you for the money." I said, feeling shitty about breaking her door.
"Bosco, you saved me just then, if you hadn't come along, I'm a little scared to think about what might have happened."
"Me too." I agreed.
"Mom? What's going on? Why is everyone yelling? Hi uncle Bosco!" said Charlie coming out of his room, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry that woke you sport!" I said smiling and tousling his hair.
"What happened, I was getting pretty scared." Said Charlie, looking at Faith.
"Sweetie, Daddy was being mean to me, so I called the police to come and take him away.... he was even threatening mommy with a gun, but don't worry, Uncle Bosco got here just in time to stop him." Said Faith.
"Dad had a gun?" asked Charlie looking a little scared.
"Yes honey, but the police man took it when he took him away, don't you worry." She said, "Now come on, I'll tuck you back in."
"I want Uncle Bosco to do it." Said Charlie.
"Do you mind?" Faith asked
"Nah! Not at all, come on sport!" I said walking Charlie back to his room.
"Uncle Bosco, I'm gonna be out of school for the summer soon...and I was wondering, do you think maybe we could do something together one day when you and mom have the day off?" he asked.
"Really, you wanna do something with me?" I asked, not believing what I had just heard.
"Yeah, I like you Uncle Bosco." Said Charlie smiling at me, as I tucked him back into bed and pulled the blankets up over him. I made a mental note at that moment to get tickets for a Yankee game some time after Charlie was out of school.
I went back out into the living room and Faith was putting the door back on its hinges. It turns out the damage wasn't that bad; she could still lock it.
After she had the door back in place, she turned to me and told me to take a seat on the couch.
"Want a beer?" she asked, going to the kitchen.
"Sure if you've got one." I replied.
Faith came over and sat down beside me. She handed me a can of beer, and placed a little bowl of shelled peanuts down in front of me.
"Thanks Faith." I said. "Charlie wants to do something with me for a day when he gets out of school, do you think that'd be all right?" I asked.
"I think it's a great idea! What were you thinking about doing with him?" she replied.
"Well I was thinking I might get tickets for a Yankees game, and we could have a day at the ball park, just us guys." I said.
"That sounds great Boz." She said, smiling "Bosco, I really don't know how to thank you for tonight." She said.
"Faith, It's like you told me before, whenever you need me, I'm always right here." I said.
Faith and I sat up until the wee hours of the morning, watching TV...I was just too stressed about Mikey's funeral to sleep.
Finally around 4 a.m., I dozed off, and Faith threw a blanket over me, and kissed my cheek.
"Sleep tight Bos." She said. And headed off to bed.
