A/N: I really don't know what to do about this story. It seems not to be that big of a hit, but I get all obsessive if I don't finish a story, so I'm going to keep writing it until I'm done! I hope at least a couple of you think it's worth my while!

Chapter 4

"I almost hit you." I said, still completely confused. "It's your fault I'm here… God, what is with you people and standing out in the middle of the road?!"

"I'm so terribly sorry. My intentions were not to hurt you, I was just trying to get your attention."

"Who the hell are you?" I snapped, starting to get a little scared.

"I'm whoever you want me to be." He answered, grinning.

"Listen, I'm not gunna lay here and listen to your little mind games! You better – "

"I better what?" He cut in, "First of all, what are you going to do about it? Seeing you in this condition is just devastating for me, Maurice." He paused, staring down at me with that little smirk on his face. "And secondly, I'm only here to help you."

"Did you put me in these restraints?! You damn mother f – "

"Calm down son! I didn't tie you up; you did that all on your own. Seems like you had a little episode earlier. You've got quite a temper, there, young man." This guy was starting to really creep me out. He knew my name, and he had apparently been watching me for a long time. If I hadn't been tied up in those damn restraints, I would have killed that bastard by then.

"What do you want?"

"I want to tell you what I know."

I just continued to lie there, waiting for him to explain, when he pulled out a police badge. "Where the hell did you get that?" I asked.

"I was the one who called the cops about the your mother. I found her lying there next to her car, and I saw this badge next to her. I figured maybe the cops had come to figure out what happened and maybe lost one of their badges, but I looked around and saw no one… If you ask me, I think a cop killed her."

That was the last straw. I wasn't about to let this guy start trashin' the police about my mother's death. "You better shut the hell up before I arrest you for holding information about a murder!" I shouted.

"Well, if you don't want anything else from me, I suppose I'll be going. I'll see you around, Maurice."

And with that, he walked out the door…

"Bosco."

I heard that familiar soothing voice enter the room. I guess I had fallen back asleep after mystery man had left, because all of a sudden, I saw Faith.

"Bos, what the hell did you get yourself into?" She asked, walking closer to my bed.

"There was a guy in the road." I simply said, not wanting to go into all the details about this guy.

"The doctors said you got really violent when they brought you in… They had to put you in restraints…" She started, "Bosco, are you okay? I mean, I just don't know what to do – "

"Faith, you don't need to do anything, ok? God, you're not… you're not my friggin' mother, you don't have to take care of me all the friggin' time! I can take care of myself, okay?!"

I was startin' to get real angry. Nothin' was makin' sense, and on top of it all, Faith was playin' mommy… again.

"Okay, alright Bos. I'm just worried about you, that's all. Did you do anything serious to yourself? Anything broken?"

"No." Was all I said. I didn't even know the extent of my injuries… even if I had any injuries at that point, but I just wanted Faith to stop with the questions. I was too preoccupied with trying to figure everything out to deal with more questions.

By the next day, I was out of the hospital; up and walking. I had wanted to get out of there the day before, but the doctors wouldn't let me… I mean, they got security and everything. I guess I'm just that stubborn.

I really had no clue of what I was going to do next. Should I look for the jag-off? It's not like I hadn't been doing that constantly for the past two days. The more time that went by, the less and less I thought I would ever find out what had really happened. I was on the verge of giving up.

The next morning, I was up and ready to go to work, and when I stepped out my apartment door… I suddenly felt this rush of dizziness come over me. It was like one minute I was there, and the next, I had totally spaced out; in another world almost… I don't really remember what happened those few minutes I was out of it, but what I do know is that when I came back in touch with reality, there was a letter attached to a package sitting right in front of me.

"What the hell?" I leaned down to pick it up, being careful to take it easy so I didn't pass out, and took the package in my hands. I carefully unfolded the small piece of paper, knowing that I was probably about to see something that I didn't want to, and read:

"Maurice, does the number '55' mean anything to you?"