Broken Wing
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own nothing, characters all belong to NBC, WB and John Wells. Any similarities between this story and any others is purely coincidental.
Authors Note: I know it's short, sorry. Hope you enjoy it.
Feedback: Always wanted :)
E-Mail: Wine_into_water@hotmail.com
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A loud scream and crash came from his bedroom. He jumped up from the couch without bothering to listen to the rest of the message. He ran down the hallway and into his room.
Faith was sitting up in bed, sweat pouring off of her. She had her legs pulled up to her chest her arms holding them tightly. her face was buried in her knees. She was shaking but from where Bosco was standing he couldn't tell if it was from withdrawal or if she was crying.
He walked up to her and rested his hand on her shoulder. She jumped when his hand had made contact and for a brief second he could see pure fear in her eyes. It was quickly replaced by relief when she noticed it was Bosco.
Sitting in front of her and brushing a few strands of hair from her face he asked, "You okay Faith?"
Her dream had terrified her. She relived everything that they had done to her but this time instead of letting her go they kept her and it just got worse but that wasn't what scared her the most. It was when Bosco showed up to save her. He busted down the door and shot the creep that was guarding her. He went over to get her but stopped a few feet away a look of disgust on his face. "You're not worth it Faith." He stated coldly before turning around and began to walk away from her. She scream and pleaded for him to come back but he just kept walking. The room got dark and she could here his words echoing in his head. "You're not worth it Faith." Then she had felt another need go into her flesh.
"Hey?" He said as he brushed his thumb across her cheek and swept away the tears that rested there.
"You came back." she said relieved and shocked at the same time.
Slightly puzzled by her words he just nodded and said,"Of course I did."
"You weren't. You just kept walking away, further and further."
He moved in closer and put his arms around her to comfort her, "It was just a bad dream Faith, that's all. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
She hugged him back tighter, He could feel she was running a fever. It was probably form the withdrawal but he had to bring it down anyway so he pulled away and went to stand up. She grabbed his wrist.
"Please don't go."
"I'll be right back Faith, I'm just going into the other room to get you a cloth for that fever you're running. Okay?"
She reluctantly let go of his arm and he left the room. Without any thought he began to sing the song his father had thought him so she could here his voice. "I had a girl, she was mine..." He went to the bathroom and got a cold face cloth ready for her then made his way to the kitchen for an asprin. He wasn't sure and Asprin was the best thing to give her but it couldn't be any worse then the junk she already had flowing through her. He went back to his room still singing the song. "I hung a sign, keep off this ass, this ass is mine."
He was surprised to see her smiling when she walked in.
"You know I hate that song." She grinned.
It was the only one I could think of." He smiled.
"Thanks."
It was good to see her smile again. He handed her the face cloth. She put it on her forehead.
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not really." but she continued anyway. "I was almost home, I had just turned down my block. I heard someone walking behind me, I didn't think anything of it. Then everything went dark. The next thing I know I'm in this cold dark dingy room. I still don't know where....My hands were tied behind my back to the chair and my legs were each tied to a leg of the chair.....I had duct tape over my mouth." She stopped as she remembered the rest. "At first they would just rough me up a bit but as the days went by it got worse....The beatings last longer and they hit harder. " She whispered as she felt a shiver go over her remembering the pipe they had used on more then one occasion but she didn't tell Bosco that part. She didn't think he needed to hear it."I must have been there a couple of days before they started with the..." He squeezed her hand reassuringly.''....The drugs.....and after that it just got worse. Every day was a little more of both." She stopped and quickly brushed a tear from her face.
Bosco knew she couldn't go on much so he said he stopped her, "Faith, it's ok. that's enough for now."
Her emotions took over her and she tried to stop herself but she began to cry. Bosco went around the bed and laid down pulling her down next to him and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into his chest. "Shh Faith it's ok, it's ok." He rubbed his hand over her back. "You need to get some sleep...please."
"Please don't leave me," She pleaded.
"I wont Faith. I'll be right here.....I'll always be right here."
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"Damn it!" Lieutenant Swersky slammed down the phone. "Where the hell is he? Why isn't he answering?" He looked over to Christopher. "Send someone over there."
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"It's all taken care of Boss, Mike Boscorelli and Glen are no longer problems."
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own nothing, characters all belong to NBC, WB and John Wells. Any similarities between this story and any others is purely coincidental.
Authors Note: I know it's short, sorry. Hope you enjoy it.
Feedback: Always wanted :)
E-Mail: Wine_into_water@hotmail.com
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A loud scream and crash came from his bedroom. He jumped up from the couch without bothering to listen to the rest of the message. He ran down the hallway and into his room.
Faith was sitting up in bed, sweat pouring off of her. She had her legs pulled up to her chest her arms holding them tightly. her face was buried in her knees. She was shaking but from where Bosco was standing he couldn't tell if it was from withdrawal or if she was crying.
He walked up to her and rested his hand on her shoulder. She jumped when his hand had made contact and for a brief second he could see pure fear in her eyes. It was quickly replaced by relief when she noticed it was Bosco.
Sitting in front of her and brushing a few strands of hair from her face he asked, "You okay Faith?"
Her dream had terrified her. She relived everything that they had done to her but this time instead of letting her go they kept her and it just got worse but that wasn't what scared her the most. It was when Bosco showed up to save her. He busted down the door and shot the creep that was guarding her. He went over to get her but stopped a few feet away a look of disgust on his face. "You're not worth it Faith." He stated coldly before turning around and began to walk away from her. She scream and pleaded for him to come back but he just kept walking. The room got dark and she could here his words echoing in his head. "You're not worth it Faith." Then she had felt another need go into her flesh.
"Hey?" He said as he brushed his thumb across her cheek and swept away the tears that rested there.
"You came back." she said relieved and shocked at the same time.
Slightly puzzled by her words he just nodded and said,"Of course I did."
"You weren't. You just kept walking away, further and further."
He moved in closer and put his arms around her to comfort her, "It was just a bad dream Faith, that's all. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
She hugged him back tighter, He could feel she was running a fever. It was probably form the withdrawal but he had to bring it down anyway so he pulled away and went to stand up. She grabbed his wrist.
"Please don't go."
"I'll be right back Faith, I'm just going into the other room to get you a cloth for that fever you're running. Okay?"
She reluctantly let go of his arm and he left the room. Without any thought he began to sing the song his father had thought him so she could here his voice. "I had a girl, she was mine..." He went to the bathroom and got a cold face cloth ready for her then made his way to the kitchen for an asprin. He wasn't sure and Asprin was the best thing to give her but it couldn't be any worse then the junk she already had flowing through her. He went back to his room still singing the song. "I hung a sign, keep off this ass, this ass is mine."
He was surprised to see her smiling when she walked in.
"You know I hate that song." She grinned.
It was the only one I could think of." He smiled.
"Thanks."
It was good to see her smile again. He handed her the face cloth. She put it on her forehead.
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not really." but she continued anyway. "I was almost home, I had just turned down my block. I heard someone walking behind me, I didn't think anything of it. Then everything went dark. The next thing I know I'm in this cold dark dingy room. I still don't know where....My hands were tied behind my back to the chair and my legs were each tied to a leg of the chair.....I had duct tape over my mouth." She stopped as she remembered the rest. "At first they would just rough me up a bit but as the days went by it got worse....The beatings last longer and they hit harder. " She whispered as she felt a shiver go over her remembering the pipe they had used on more then one occasion but she didn't tell Bosco that part. She didn't think he needed to hear it."I must have been there a couple of days before they started with the..." He squeezed her hand reassuringly.''....The drugs.....and after that it just got worse. Every day was a little more of both." She stopped and quickly brushed a tear from her face.
Bosco knew she couldn't go on much so he said he stopped her, "Faith, it's ok. that's enough for now."
Her emotions took over her and she tried to stop herself but she began to cry. Bosco went around the bed and laid down pulling her down next to him and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into his chest. "Shh Faith it's ok, it's ok." He rubbed his hand over her back. "You need to get some sleep...please."
"Please don't leave me," She pleaded.
"I wont Faith. I'll be right here.....I'll always be right here."
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"Damn it!" Lieutenant Swersky slammed down the phone. "Where the hell is he? Why isn't he answering?" He looked over to Christopher. "Send someone over there."
~*~*~*~*~*
"It's all taken care of Boss, Mike Boscorelli and Glen are no longer problems."