May 8th, 2010
The mood in the Boscorelli household wasn't the happiest since Charlie told them his news. Bosco was a little upset. Faith had made Charlie tell Fred himself. Fred went ballistic. Faith had to go over his house to calm him down.
Bosco was just thankful Sofia and Vincent was too young to even think about the opposite sex. All of this put a damper on Bosco's fortieth birthday.
"Boy, come on." Bosco called up the stairs.
"Coming!" Vincent put his ball cap on and ran down the stairs, "let's go."
"We're leaving, Faith." Bosco said.
"You boys have fun. Behave yourselves." Faith said.
"We'll try." Vincent said. Bosco chuckled.
"Out, Boy." He took his son's hand as they stepped outside into the warm weather.
"Is Isaac and Justin coming?" He asked. Bosco shook his head.
"It's just the two of us." He chuckled. He had been looking forward to this baseball game for the past two weeks. Bosco had won two tickets through a radio station. The only other person he wanted to spend the afternoon with was his son.
"Can we get hotdogs?" Vincent asked. Bosco nodded.
"Of course." He smirked. "I'll get you peanuts too."
Bosco led Vincent into the bleachers. The only way to see a baseball game. The crowds were livelier. The beach balls flew about.
"Sit." Bosco said ushering Vincent to his seat.
"This is so cool." Vincent grinned.
"I know." Bosco handed him his soda and hotdog, "Don't spill."
"I won't." Vincent was bouncing in his seat as the team took to the mound. People started to cheer. "Yay!" The two Boscorelli men sat watching the game.
"That motherfucker can't throw for goddamn shit!!" A ma yelled behind Bosco. He chose to ignore it.
"This is fun." Vincent was grinning from ear to ear."
"I know!" Bosco was grinning himself.
"Cock sucker pitcher." The man growled. Bosco turned around and looked at him.
"Would you tone it down some? My son is right here." he said. The man looked at him.
"We're at a baseball game. I can say what I want to ." He told him.
"Not in front of my son you can't." Bosco said.
"Shut your Pansy ass mouth." The man growled. Bosco stood up.
"Look, I'm a New York City police officer. I came here to spend time with my son not to fill his brain with language like the kind you're spewing out." Bosco said.
"Sit back down, Orifice." He said.
"I may not be wearing my badge right now, but I have every right to arrest you if you verbally assault my son or me." Bosco said. he didn't want to put up with other people's shit today.
"Oh cry me a river." he said.
"Daddy, watch the game." Vincent frowned.
"Listen to your little fucker and sit down." he growled. Anger boiled in Bosco's veins.
"You don't talk about my son like that." he growled as he threw back his hand and threw it in the man's face.
One Bosco's eyes were swollen shut by the time he got out of the car. he glanced at Vincent, who hadn't stopping giggling since they stopped into the emergency room.
"Don't tell your mother." he said.
"It'd be funny if I did." Vincent laughed.
"No it wouldn't be." Bosco said walking into the house. Faith stood at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips.
"Uh oh." Vincent said.
"Upstairs in your room, Vincent Giovanni." Faith said. Vincent laughed and ran upstairs. Bosco looked at his wife. She looked very mad. "Do you think I don't watch the news where they show sports highlights?"
"I um..." Bosco muttered.
"I saw the fight. I don't care how it started. I don't care how you got that swollen eye. What I care about is what kind o image you're showing your son."
"He called Vinny a fucker. I couldn't take it." Bosco said.
"Regardless, Don't ever fight in front of Vincent again." Faith said
"I won't." Bosco muttered going into the kitchen. God, there was nothing like being yelled at by your wife. it made him feel five years old again.
May 22nd, 2010
Emily would be graduating from the academy in a month. She was very excited. She and Justin had a huge bash planned for an after party.
"Mommy, Can I have a sandwich?" Sydney asked running in from the outside. Emily nodded as she breastfed Savannah.
"Sure." Emily got up. Okay, she could make a PB & J sandwich with one hand.
"Can I have Teddy Grahams too?" Sydney asked. Emily chuckled with a nod.
"Just go wash your hands and I'll have a sandwich all ready for you." She said grabbing the bread. Savannah pulled away from her breast and whimpered. "Do you need to burp?" She put a dish towel on her shoulder and patted the baby's back. A tiny burp escaped from Savannah. "Good girl." She slid Savannah into her bouncer and began to make Sydney's sandwich.
"Can we see grandma today?" Sydney asked running back out.
"We'll see." Emily put the sandwich in front of her, "If you eat all your food, maybe."
"I'll eat it all." Sydney giggled as the doorbell rang.
"Watch your sister." Emily said walking to the door. She opened it up. She saw Jerry, one of the firefighter's Justin worked with. She smiled, "Hey, Jer. What's up?"
"Emily, I need to talk to you." he mumbled. Emily's heart stopped. Something was wrong.
"What happened, Jerry?" She asked him.
"I wanted to hear it from me. Not on the news or someone else." Jerry told her. Emily's breathing began to deep. Her body trembled.
"It's Justin isn't it?" Emily croaked out. Jerry nodded, "He got injured, huh?"
"It's worse, Emily." Jerry said. Tears began to fill her eyes.
"it's his leg. You know he has a weak leg since his accident." Emily whimpered, "is he in mercy? Does he need anything?"
"Emily, He went into a building to save a baby." Jerry said.
"He's okay right? Jerry, tell me he's all right." Emily said.
"The building collasped on top of him." He said. Emily's entire body began to shiver.
"He's okay though." Emily whispered. Tears now began to stream down her face.
"He's dead, Emily." Jerry whispered. It was as if her entire body went numb.
"No he's not. He w-was here this morning. We made love this morning! I just gave birth to his daughter!" Emily cried.
"I'm so sorry, Emily. he didn't have a chance." Jerry said stepping towards her.
"NO! NO!! HE"S NOT!" She screamed. Sydney stood in the doorway staring at her mother. "NO!!!"
Faith stared at her daughter. She was so pale. She looked dead herself. This was Faith's greatest fear. She was terrified of getting the call that Bosco had been shot and not made it.
"You don't have to go in, Emily." She told her.
"I need to see him." Emily said, holding onto her mother's hand tightly.
"He won't look the same." Faith said.
"I need to say goodbye." Emily said. Faith nodded slowly as she led her daughter into the emergency room. The were firefighters all over the place. No one she knew. The smell was what hit Faith first as they entered the room. It was the smell of her son in laws flesh.
"Do you want me to leave?" Faith asked her. Emily shook her head.
"If you let me go, I'll fall." Emily whispered as they walked over to the bed. The nurse peeled away the sheet. Faith felt Emily's knees go weak as she looked at the charred man that lay there. "Savannah's barely two months old. how...How could you do this to me? How could you leave me??"
"It was an accident." Faith said. Emily began to sob.
"Oh, Justin." She said grabbing his burnt arm, "Don't go! don't leave the girls and me!!! Oh god!! Don't do this to me!!!" Faith closed her eyes. She wanted to scream too. She wanted to scream at god for treating her family like this. Emily was only nineteen years old. her, Justin, and the girls should have had another sixty years of utter bliss together. Now, Emily's world was no longer the same.
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