A/N: Well, I'm liking this story, and I'm hoping you all do too, so Here's chapter 2. (Hey, that rhymes!)
Chapter 2
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I approached the dark alley, keeping my gun handy if only for precautions. The 'dark figure', I found out, was in fact a person lurking in the shadows of the corner alley. "Hey, you!" I called out to him, grasping my gun slightly tighter in my hand. He just stood there, acting as if he had heard nothing. What the hell he was doing, I had no idea, but I would be damned if he wasn't going to listen to me. "You!" I yelled with more force this time, making sure he heard me.
"Bosco, come here!" I was interrupted of my task of unmasking this mystery guy when Faith, in her usual "Bosco, you're not being smart about this" tone, called out for me to come back. Frustrated, I turned around and walked a few steps back towards her to tell her that I was just going to ask the guy a few questions and then I'd be right back. "Faith," I said in my most patient voice, "I'll be right back, just let me do this."
I turned back around towards the alley to finally get some information from this guy, but as I got closer, I realized that all I saw was a dark, vacant space of nothing. He was gone.
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"Damn it!" I slammed the door of the RMP, taking in a deep breath of disappointment. "What?" Faith timidly asked, watching me ball my fists up in frustration. "He's gone."
"What?"
"When I turned back around, he wasn't there! I don't know how he got away, but he did, and now I don't even have a description of the guy!" I angrily explained. I didn't know what to do. This guy was the only way that I could help find out who did this. Maybe he was the guy who did it! I didn't know, but what I did know was that I was gunna find out. One way or another.
"Bos, we don't even know that this guy knows anything – " Faith tried to make things better with her continuous what-if questions, but I pretty much blocked it all out and just continued to drive. I was going home.
"Bosco, come on."
"Faith, I don't wanna talk about this."
"Why do you have to do this?" She asked. I really didn't want to talk about any of this. I just wanted to go home. . . But I knew that if I just ignored her, she would either get mad or worried, and I didn't want her worried about me.
"Faith, I just. . ." I started, trying to find the right words. "I'm just upset, okay? Can we just drop it?" I asked, trying to keep my tone under control.
Faith looked at me for a minute, making sure that I was at least partially alright, and finally agreed to drop the subject.
The rest of the ride to the 5-5 was silent.
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Silence was exactly what I wanted; it was what I needed. And it's just what I got. Sitting down on my bed thinking about what had happened seemed to be the only thing I could do. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. . . I felt that if I ate anything, I would just end up throwing it back up. The image of Ma's face wouldn't shake out of my head, and I just felt so sick. So sick and so horrible.
It was 3:00 am and I sat on my bed, not able to sleep. It was already 1:00 by the time we had gotten back to the 5-5, and the only thing that I had done since I got home was sit. Sleeping wasn't even an option. I was still trying to make myself believe that she was actually gone, but I couldn't. . .
I was trapped in my own thoughts when I was suddenly snapped out of it by the soft knock on the door. Who the hell was at my apartment at 3:00 am was what I wanted to know. I angrily got up from my spot on the bed and answered the door.
"Bosco."
"Faith. . . What are you doing here?" I asked, almost irritated. "Do you know what time it is?"
"It's nine, Bos." She answered. "I'm not working today, and, well I figured that you weren't gunna go in today." Shocked, I looked down at my watch, seeing that it was, in fact, 9:00. I guess I lost track of time.
"Are you okay, Bos?"
I sighed and opened the door for her to come in. I knew she was going to want to talk to me, so I might as well let her come in.
"I'm okay, Faith." I lied. I wasn't about to let Faith worry her little self about me. I wouldn't ever let that happen if it were my decision. "You want something to drink or eat?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. "No, Bos. I just need to know that you're okay."
"I said I was."
"I don't believe you."
I was getting frustrated and irritated at the fact that Faith always seemed to know when I was lying. She's like a freaking. . . oracle.
I clenched my fists together in pure frustration, and finally turned around to look Faith in the eyes. She looked so. . . hurt. It was like she was sad because I was sad, and that's exactly what I didn't want to happen.
"Faith," I softly started, "my mother just died and I don't know why." I closed my eyes for a second, not letting the tears that wanted so badly to come out escape. "I just need. . . I just – " I reluctantly started to cry, feeling the warm liquid running down my face.
"Shh, Bos, I know." Faith slowly pulled me into a gentle hug. I hated being cared for, and I hated people feeling sorry for me, especially Faith. . . But this was. . . I don't know, it felt good. I think Faith is the only person who can comfort me.
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I stood in front of the sink for what must have been ten minutes, washing the tears off my face. Faith patiently waited in the other room while I tried to compose myself. I don't know why she puts up with me, but she always does, no matter what.
"Bos, you okay?" She called for me.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright." I responded as I wiped my face dry. I walked into the other room where Faith had been waiting to show her that I was okay. "Faith,
uh. . ." I started, uneasily. "Thanks for bein' here." I finished, looking down at the floor. Faith walked closer to me, lifting my chin from its downward tilt. "Any time, Bos." She smiled, stepping closer to give me a hug.
"Any time you need to talk, or anything, you know you can call me, right?"
"Yeah. I know. . . Thanks Faith." She gave me one last smile before walking out of my apartment, leaving me there alone. I was so tired, and after having gotten everything off my chest, I figured that I maybe could try sleeping again. I walked into my bedroom, not bothering to flip on the light, when I faintly saw a small piece of paper lying on my pillow. "What the – " I started, walking closer to my bed. I picked up the note, walking back over to the light switch.
I turned on the light, scared of what I might see on that paper. Slowly, I turned my eyes down in view of the page, whispering the words of the note to myself as I read them.
"She was getting in the way. You knew I was going to do it. You didn't stop me, but you could have. It's your fault. ALL YOUR FAULT."
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TBC. . .