Rules and Broken Trust Chapter 19 Thanks for the reviews as usual. Wonderful to hear your opinions and thoughts on this fic.
Waking earlier than Vinny, Bosco slipped out of bed, heading for the bathroom first. Most of the time Vinny was up first but the excitement of possibly actually getting out of the cabin had kept him keyed up all night. Vivid dreams of getting outside stirring him to waking much sooner than usual. Glancing back at the bed he checked to make sure Vinny was still asleep before closing the door. Showering quickly Bosco found himself smiling for the first time in a while and not because he was high. The last few weeks things had started to really calm down, and Vinny seemed to be easing up in his Rules area. Trying not to let his guard down it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't thought about that night Vinny drugged and kidnapped him in a week or so. Now he quickly shoved the memories aside as he felt his stomach clench up. Shutting the shower off he grabbed a towel and rapidly dried and headed out the bathroom to dress. As he was taking clothing as quietly as he could from the dresser he paused as he saw his hand was shaking. Staring at it he held his other hand up next to it. Both were shaking slightly, his stomach was tightening again on him, passing a hand over his face Bosco closed the drawer softly and pulled a tee-shirt over his head. Slipping the dark green sweatshirt over it he moved to the jeans on the floor as he stepped into his boxers. Squatting next to the small pile of clothing on the wooden floor he dug around in the pockets. Not finding what he was looking for he tossed them around searching. Still not finding anything he then ended up on his hands and knees reaching under the bed and endtable trying to feel around. Vinny startled him by leaning over the edge of the bed asking, "Um Maurice you looking for something?" Jumping then sitting back on his heels he saw it in Vinny's hand. The small brown vial from the night before. Shaking his head with a smirk on his face Bosco reached out for it, but Vinny yanked it back, "Oh no. You need to slack up with this shit. I told you the other day this wasn't like that other stuff. Hell you just got this one and its already almost gone!" On his knees having moved to the bedside Bosco reached out again trying to snatch it from him, "Come on Vin. Give!" Vinny moved further back, rolling to the otherside of the bed to sit up. "Nope. I mean it. Enough, I saw your hands shaking over there." Looking back over his shoulder as he pulled his robe on, "Crawling around on the floor Maurice? I don't think so. You need to stop and today's the day." Standing up he headed to the bathroom the vial in his hands he was removing the small black screw cap from it. Bosco jumped up chasing after him, "What are you doing? Vinny, don't come on man, please....NOOOOO! Damn it Vinny!" He bumped him trying to grab the vial as Vinny poured the small amount remaining down the drain and turned the faucet on. Extending his right hand stiffly out he held Bosco off as the drug washed away. Fuming Bosco yelled at him, "What the hells the matter? You gave it to me, you started this shit! NOW you suddenly think its not right? Give me a fucking break!" Slapping his arm away he turned and stormed from the bathroom. Vinny stood at the sink staring into the mirror a moment, closing his eyes he sighed. He could hear Bosco slamming things in the kitchen as he closed the bathroom door and turned to the shower.
Raging around the butcher block island Bosco grabbed the coffee carafe shoving it under the sink to fill. Roughly smacking it back under the maker he threw the cabinet open with a bang yanking out the coffee container. Curses filled the air as he tossed coffee haphazardly into the filter. hearing the shower start. Mashing the button he yelled out, "YOU'RE MESSING WITH MY GOOD MOOD HERE VINNY! I WAS HAPPY THIS MORNING!" Storming over to the fridge he threw the door open. Slowly shaking his head he glared at the contents but suddenly nothing looked appealing. His stomach felt nauseous and he was lightheaded. Holding his left hand up he could feel a trembling in his entire body starting to match his hands. In just the few minutes he'd been in the kitchen his skin was beginning to crawl like small animals were burrowing under it. The weeks of free and careless drug abuse and alcohol were now taking its toll on him as denied them his body was rebelling. Wiping his brow of sweat he slammed the door of the fridge. His eye was caught by the door leading to the pantry or cellar or whatever the hell was behind it. The room he knew Vinny kept the stash he used to keep him in line and happy. Bosco stared at it hungrily for several minutes. Making up his mind he turned and yanked down one of the cast iron skillets from the rack above the island. Shoving the handle into the padlock loop he began to apply leverage trying to pop something loose. Feet planted against the door pulling with all in him, he was grunting with exertion. Suddenly a large hand was on his shoulder, Vinny's slightly amused voice breaking into his concentration finally, "Bosco! I asked you, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Jerking away from him, shouting, "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing!" Standing now next to the door it never occurred to him in his state of mind that Vinny could be mad. "I'm breaking in to this room! You won't get me what I want I'll get it myself!"
"Okay," Vinny reached out and took the skillet out of the lock. Replacing it on the rack. "And what exactly is it you need?" Standing watching him Vinny waited for Bosco to actually say the words. Frowning at him intently Bosco retorted with, "I didn't say NEED I said WANT!" As he spoke Vinny noticed his agitated state and flushed face. "Right, OK," moving to the coffeepot that was now finished he pulled down two cups from the cabinet above, "well its not happening. What you need, oh excuse me WANT is coffee. And from the looks of you," glancing back over his shoulder, "lots of it." Turning around he held out one of the cups while he sipped from his, making a face instantly, "Damn Maurice you think this is strong enough? How damn much grinds did you put in anyway!" Sipping again he shrugged, "Oh well, doesn't matter you need it strong in the state your in." Throwing his hands out at him, storming away, "Fuck you!" Bosco smarted off angrily as he headed away from the kitchen. Vinny smirked calling out, "Later! Right now I'm getting dressed, I'm going fishing. Oh and if you're going you might want some pants. Its kind of cold out there you know." Bosco flipped him off as he rounded the corner and headed into the bedroom. Vinny stood in his robe frowning down at the cup, "You could melt metal in this stuff!" Pouring out the entire pot he started the coffee over again as he listened to Bosco raging around in the bedroom and bathroom now. Yelling out, "YOU BETTER NOT BREAK ANYTHING IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" Then he was at the fridge pulling out breakfast makings. "Oh yeah, this should be lots of fun. Sunshine, cold air, fishing, and Maurice Boscorelli coming down and drying out. Oh tons of fun today!"
It never occurred to either the subtle change in their demeanors, positions reversing that had begun to take place since the fight and Bosco's ultimate submission. The weeks following with his 'act' taking place had slowly but surely begun to bring them to a more equal position in the cabin. Vinny was now so convinced of Bosco's 'love' that other than the drug situation Bosco pretty much had been calling the shots in the last week, without even realizing it. His 'rabid' behavior in the past would have gotten him hurt. Now however Vinny was determined to 'pacify' him.
Exiting the bedroom dressed except for shoes Bosco slammed down into a kitchen chair, "We going or what?" His grumpy demeanor bringing a smirk to Vinny's face, "You need to eat, and drink some coffee then we're out of here." Glaring over at him, "NOT hungry and don't want Coffee." The near pout on his face making Vinny want to laugh. "You know my mother always told me my lip would stay like that if I got hit with a cold wind. Never happened but why take chances right?" The look of murder Bosco gave him did make him laugh out loud. "Oh come on, lighten up! If you eat something you'll feel better. Drink some coffee, helps with the lack of alcohol in your system. Besides," Vinny looked back down at his plate, "until you do that doors not opening and you're going to have to settle with looking at the animals that climb in that tree by the window." Searching his face to see if he was bluffing, Bosco sat forward snatching a plate and dumped eggs into it. "FINE!" Shoving a forkful in his mouth he grabbed up the coffee cup and swigged the now lukewarm liquid down. Shoving more eggs in he repeated the process until they were gone and the coffee with them. Vinny watched in fascination as he ate and drank shoving the food down rapidly and messily, chewing with his mouth open. The sight causing him to leave his own food mostly untouched. "You happy now? Can we GO ALREADY!" Bosco wiped the back of his hand across his mouth still chewing the last mouth full, glaring at him. "Son of a bitch! Maurice that was damn sexy!" Vinny waggled his brows drawing another dirty look from him. "Do it again?" Laughing as Bosco shouted, "OH FOR GOD'S SAKE LETS GO ALREADY VINNY!" Slamming back from the table he was pacing the floor as Vinny pushed back his own chair, "Sure, lets go. Unless you want to..." Bosco rounded on him, "NOW!! VINNY!!! NOW!!!" Holding his hands out in front of him Vinny laughed, "Okay, okay! I was just messing with you! Geesh!" Walking to the locked room he keyed open the lock warning him, "Don't move. Or we're not going anywhere!" Bosco flashed a half roll of his eyes to the ceiling, "Yea, yea I know, just hurry the hell up!" Disappearing inside a few minutes Vinny returned with a pair of boots for him and a jacket with a hood in one hand, tossing them to him, he had two fishing poles with a tackle box in his other hand. "Put those on. I'll be right back again." Disappearing a second time he returned with a small ax, "Just In case the ice is already frozen too much." Bosco was finishing tying his boots, not failing to notice they indeed were his, commenting, "Vinny, just how did you get all my shit anyway?" Grinning at him Vinny returned with, "I had a key made the night of the football game. Made a few trips to the apartment when you weren't home. Wasn't hard. What I didn't take I just used the stuff I did for sizes and shit. Besides you're such a neat freak it was easy to get to what I needed. All those boxes in the closet made it easy for you not to notice stuff gone." He winked at him as Bosco tried not to show his anger. Putting a smirk on in its place, "Oh well then I guess that explains it." As he went back to his boot he again rolled his eyes, his agitation growing.
A few minutes later he was nearly dancing at the door in anticipation yanking a stocking hat over his hair and down to cover his ears as Vinny unlocked the front door. When the door opened Bosco snatched the pole and tackle box up. He nearly shoved him down in his haste to actually be outside. Racing down the steps he laughed out loud as he turned his face up to the winter sun, "Oh man this is GREAT!!" His mood changing so rapidly Vinny again frowned at him watching him closely. The snow was patchy again, larger than when Vinny had first come with him here, but melted in spots that were nearly bare. Looking back at him, a grin on his face as he squinted up at Vinny still on the porch, "So which direction? Huh? Come on." A sweeping wave of his arm inviting Vinny to join him. "Lets go fishing Vin! What cha waiting for!" At Vinny's pointing of direction Bocso gripping his fishing pole in one hand and the tackle box in the other, headed off with out hesitation through the snow. His jackets hood slapping against his back as he practically bounced his way across the 'yard' to the treeline Vinny had pointed too. Vinny following at a slower pace sighed, "Hot and cold, yeah this should be lots of fun. I can't wait to see the NEXT mood swing." TBC...
Waking earlier than Vinny, Bosco slipped out of bed, heading for the bathroom first. Most of the time Vinny was up first but the excitement of possibly actually getting out of the cabin had kept him keyed up all night. Vivid dreams of getting outside stirring him to waking much sooner than usual. Glancing back at the bed he checked to make sure Vinny was still asleep before closing the door. Showering quickly Bosco found himself smiling for the first time in a while and not because he was high. The last few weeks things had started to really calm down, and Vinny seemed to be easing up in his Rules area. Trying not to let his guard down it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't thought about that night Vinny drugged and kidnapped him in a week or so. Now he quickly shoved the memories aside as he felt his stomach clench up. Shutting the shower off he grabbed a towel and rapidly dried and headed out the bathroom to dress. As he was taking clothing as quietly as he could from the dresser he paused as he saw his hand was shaking. Staring at it he held his other hand up next to it. Both were shaking slightly, his stomach was tightening again on him, passing a hand over his face Bosco closed the drawer softly and pulled a tee-shirt over his head. Slipping the dark green sweatshirt over it he moved to the jeans on the floor as he stepped into his boxers. Squatting next to the small pile of clothing on the wooden floor he dug around in the pockets. Not finding what he was looking for he tossed them around searching. Still not finding anything he then ended up on his hands and knees reaching under the bed and endtable trying to feel around. Vinny startled him by leaning over the edge of the bed asking, "Um Maurice you looking for something?" Jumping then sitting back on his heels he saw it in Vinny's hand. The small brown vial from the night before. Shaking his head with a smirk on his face Bosco reached out for it, but Vinny yanked it back, "Oh no. You need to slack up with this shit. I told you the other day this wasn't like that other stuff. Hell you just got this one and its already almost gone!" On his knees having moved to the bedside Bosco reached out again trying to snatch it from him, "Come on Vin. Give!" Vinny moved further back, rolling to the otherside of the bed to sit up. "Nope. I mean it. Enough, I saw your hands shaking over there." Looking back over his shoulder as he pulled his robe on, "Crawling around on the floor Maurice? I don't think so. You need to stop and today's the day." Standing up he headed to the bathroom the vial in his hands he was removing the small black screw cap from it. Bosco jumped up chasing after him, "What are you doing? Vinny, don't come on man, please....NOOOOO! Damn it Vinny!" He bumped him trying to grab the vial as Vinny poured the small amount remaining down the drain and turned the faucet on. Extending his right hand stiffly out he held Bosco off as the drug washed away. Fuming Bosco yelled at him, "What the hells the matter? You gave it to me, you started this shit! NOW you suddenly think its not right? Give me a fucking break!" Slapping his arm away he turned and stormed from the bathroom. Vinny stood at the sink staring into the mirror a moment, closing his eyes he sighed. He could hear Bosco slamming things in the kitchen as he closed the bathroom door and turned to the shower.
Raging around the butcher block island Bosco grabbed the coffee carafe shoving it under the sink to fill. Roughly smacking it back under the maker he threw the cabinet open with a bang yanking out the coffee container. Curses filled the air as he tossed coffee haphazardly into the filter. hearing the shower start. Mashing the button he yelled out, "YOU'RE MESSING WITH MY GOOD MOOD HERE VINNY! I WAS HAPPY THIS MORNING!" Storming over to the fridge he threw the door open. Slowly shaking his head he glared at the contents but suddenly nothing looked appealing. His stomach felt nauseous and he was lightheaded. Holding his left hand up he could feel a trembling in his entire body starting to match his hands. In just the few minutes he'd been in the kitchen his skin was beginning to crawl like small animals were burrowing under it. The weeks of free and careless drug abuse and alcohol were now taking its toll on him as denied them his body was rebelling. Wiping his brow of sweat he slammed the door of the fridge. His eye was caught by the door leading to the pantry or cellar or whatever the hell was behind it. The room he knew Vinny kept the stash he used to keep him in line and happy. Bosco stared at it hungrily for several minutes. Making up his mind he turned and yanked down one of the cast iron skillets from the rack above the island. Shoving the handle into the padlock loop he began to apply leverage trying to pop something loose. Feet planted against the door pulling with all in him, he was grunting with exertion. Suddenly a large hand was on his shoulder, Vinny's slightly amused voice breaking into his concentration finally, "Bosco! I asked you, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Jerking away from him, shouting, "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing!" Standing now next to the door it never occurred to him in his state of mind that Vinny could be mad. "I'm breaking in to this room! You won't get me what I want I'll get it myself!"
"Okay," Vinny reached out and took the skillet out of the lock. Replacing it on the rack. "And what exactly is it you need?" Standing watching him Vinny waited for Bosco to actually say the words. Frowning at him intently Bosco retorted with, "I didn't say NEED I said WANT!" As he spoke Vinny noticed his agitated state and flushed face. "Right, OK," moving to the coffeepot that was now finished he pulled down two cups from the cabinet above, "well its not happening. What you need, oh excuse me WANT is coffee. And from the looks of you," glancing back over his shoulder, "lots of it." Turning around he held out one of the cups while he sipped from his, making a face instantly, "Damn Maurice you think this is strong enough? How damn much grinds did you put in anyway!" Sipping again he shrugged, "Oh well, doesn't matter you need it strong in the state your in." Throwing his hands out at him, storming away, "Fuck you!" Bosco smarted off angrily as he headed away from the kitchen. Vinny smirked calling out, "Later! Right now I'm getting dressed, I'm going fishing. Oh and if you're going you might want some pants. Its kind of cold out there you know." Bosco flipped him off as he rounded the corner and headed into the bedroom. Vinny stood in his robe frowning down at the cup, "You could melt metal in this stuff!" Pouring out the entire pot he started the coffee over again as he listened to Bosco raging around in the bedroom and bathroom now. Yelling out, "YOU BETTER NOT BREAK ANYTHING IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" Then he was at the fridge pulling out breakfast makings. "Oh yeah, this should be lots of fun. Sunshine, cold air, fishing, and Maurice Boscorelli coming down and drying out. Oh tons of fun today!"
It never occurred to either the subtle change in their demeanors, positions reversing that had begun to take place since the fight and Bosco's ultimate submission. The weeks following with his 'act' taking place had slowly but surely begun to bring them to a more equal position in the cabin. Vinny was now so convinced of Bosco's 'love' that other than the drug situation Bosco pretty much had been calling the shots in the last week, without even realizing it. His 'rabid' behavior in the past would have gotten him hurt. Now however Vinny was determined to 'pacify' him.
Exiting the bedroom dressed except for shoes Bosco slammed down into a kitchen chair, "We going or what?" His grumpy demeanor bringing a smirk to Vinny's face, "You need to eat, and drink some coffee then we're out of here." Glaring over at him, "NOT hungry and don't want Coffee." The near pout on his face making Vinny want to laugh. "You know my mother always told me my lip would stay like that if I got hit with a cold wind. Never happened but why take chances right?" The look of murder Bosco gave him did make him laugh out loud. "Oh come on, lighten up! If you eat something you'll feel better. Drink some coffee, helps with the lack of alcohol in your system. Besides," Vinny looked back down at his plate, "until you do that doors not opening and you're going to have to settle with looking at the animals that climb in that tree by the window." Searching his face to see if he was bluffing, Bosco sat forward snatching a plate and dumped eggs into it. "FINE!" Shoving a forkful in his mouth he grabbed up the coffee cup and swigged the now lukewarm liquid down. Shoving more eggs in he repeated the process until they were gone and the coffee with them. Vinny watched in fascination as he ate and drank shoving the food down rapidly and messily, chewing with his mouth open. The sight causing him to leave his own food mostly untouched. "You happy now? Can we GO ALREADY!" Bosco wiped the back of his hand across his mouth still chewing the last mouth full, glaring at him. "Son of a bitch! Maurice that was damn sexy!" Vinny waggled his brows drawing another dirty look from him. "Do it again?" Laughing as Bosco shouted, "OH FOR GOD'S SAKE LETS GO ALREADY VINNY!" Slamming back from the table he was pacing the floor as Vinny pushed back his own chair, "Sure, lets go. Unless you want to..." Bosco rounded on him, "NOW!! VINNY!!! NOW!!!" Holding his hands out in front of him Vinny laughed, "Okay, okay! I was just messing with you! Geesh!" Walking to the locked room he keyed open the lock warning him, "Don't move. Or we're not going anywhere!" Bosco flashed a half roll of his eyes to the ceiling, "Yea, yea I know, just hurry the hell up!" Disappearing inside a few minutes Vinny returned with a pair of boots for him and a jacket with a hood in one hand, tossing them to him, he had two fishing poles with a tackle box in his other hand. "Put those on. I'll be right back again." Disappearing a second time he returned with a small ax, "Just In case the ice is already frozen too much." Bosco was finishing tying his boots, not failing to notice they indeed were his, commenting, "Vinny, just how did you get all my shit anyway?" Grinning at him Vinny returned with, "I had a key made the night of the football game. Made a few trips to the apartment when you weren't home. Wasn't hard. What I didn't take I just used the stuff I did for sizes and shit. Besides you're such a neat freak it was easy to get to what I needed. All those boxes in the closet made it easy for you not to notice stuff gone." He winked at him as Bosco tried not to show his anger. Putting a smirk on in its place, "Oh well then I guess that explains it." As he went back to his boot he again rolled his eyes, his agitation growing.
A few minutes later he was nearly dancing at the door in anticipation yanking a stocking hat over his hair and down to cover his ears as Vinny unlocked the front door. When the door opened Bosco snatched the pole and tackle box up. He nearly shoved him down in his haste to actually be outside. Racing down the steps he laughed out loud as he turned his face up to the winter sun, "Oh man this is GREAT!!" His mood changing so rapidly Vinny again frowned at him watching him closely. The snow was patchy again, larger than when Vinny had first come with him here, but melted in spots that were nearly bare. Looking back at him, a grin on his face as he squinted up at Vinny still on the porch, "So which direction? Huh? Come on." A sweeping wave of his arm inviting Vinny to join him. "Lets go fishing Vin! What cha waiting for!" At Vinny's pointing of direction Bocso gripping his fishing pole in one hand and the tackle box in the other, headed off with out hesitation through the snow. His jackets hood slapping against his back as he practically bounced his way across the 'yard' to the treeline Vinny had pointed too. Vinny following at a slower pace sighed, "Hot and cold, yeah this should be lots of fun. I can't wait to see the NEXT mood swing." TBC...