Truth or Lies chapter 2
"Faith!" Lt. Swersky entered the hospital lobby at a fast clip. Turning to him Faith frowned, "Lieu, I'd really rather you not be here right now." "Yeah, well I am," Dave stood hands on hips looking at her hard, "what the hells going on? First your husband comes in; accuses Bosco of," lowering his voice to just a whisper, "sexual assault on your daughter, then, beats the ever- loving crap out of him! Now, he's pressed charges and Bosco is sitting in a jail cell! In central lock-up!" Faith stood stunned, she'd known that Fred had attacked him, and wanted to press charges. That much she'd gotten from Sasha and Ty. But that Bosco would have already been taken stunned her.
"Lieu," Faith replied her voice illustrating her confusion and pain, "I'm sorry Fred got out of control, but Emily is swearing its true. Dr. Morgans is examining her now. And, I really don't want to talk to you about it anymore until after I talk to the Dr. I'm sorry Bosco got hurt, but if he did do this, its the least he deserves." With that declaration Faith turned from him dismissing him for the time being. Her hands were shaking as he made one last remark, "And if he didn't do this? What then Faith? He's been arrested for sexual assualt of a juvenile, and you know what that means." Swersky stared at her back as Sasha came out of the lounge room, Ty behind her.
"Lieu?" Sasha approached him, "Maybe now is not a good time?" Cutting his eyes at her, he replied, taking in Davis at the same time, "There will never be a good time for this discussion Monroe. I'll be in the lounge waiting. I expect to get an answer soon."
He strode off as Faith glanced over her shoulder at him, but she refused to acknowledge his comments. Stepping up Sasha put her hand on Faith's shoulder, "It's going to be okay Faith," she squeezed slightly, "everyone's just in shock right now." Nodding as she anxiously watched the door for the return of the doctor, Faith sighed, "I know, I know." Biting her index fingernail in her usual nervous habit she never took her eyes off the door.
Ty stood a moment, then made motion to Sasha that he was going to join Swersky. She smiled at him and took the wall next to Faith.
"Its kind of unusual for them not to have a parent or officer in with the victim," Sasha casually noted. Faith glanced down at her, "I know, but Em was so upset, the Dr. thought it best if it was just her and the nurse. She's been so angry at me lately. And she had a right. I was wrapped up in the job, in proving to everyone that Cruz didn't knock me out of the game. I let her down so badly. Fred too. I can't believe we didn't see this. I knew Sasha, I knew she was hiding something, but I figured it was just 'teen stuff' you know?" Pausing as Sasha nodded with a comment, "Hey I helped raise my sister, I know. Sometimes things are so 'out of sorts' we miss the big stuff without meaning too. Don't be so hard on yourself Faith, you and Fred and the kids have had a really rough year. You will get through this." Faith paced towards the door, then out into the hall and back again, "I hope to God so Sasha."
The door to the room opened, the Dr. stepped out, "Mrs. Yokas? Can we talk? In private?" Sasha looked at Faith, "I'll go check on Davis, and Lieu, keep them out of trouble." Faith gave a weak smile as she walked off.
Once Sasha was gone, the Dr. took Faith aside and sat her down. "Mrs. Yokas. Emily did indeed have sexual relations." At Faith's tearful look she quickly added, "But, how long ago, or if it was rape, I can't tell you. With her saying it happened a month or more ago, and not seeing any lasting, well, damage, again its hard to tell. There isn't anything that is abnormal to suggest forced or violent sex. But that doesn't mean anything really. Many times its 'coerced' rape. Its still rape, but if the victim didn't fight." Faith cut in, "Yes, I know Dr. I've done allot of these, and I understand what you're saying." Nodding slowly Dr. Morgan continued, "Of course. And with it being so long ago there is no evidence present of semen or anything else at this stage. She does admit to having sexual relations with her boyfriend in the past year. But says they haven't seen each other in several months. Is that your understanding also?" Faith nodded, tears spilling over, "So you're saying now its just her word against ... his?" She choked up and couldn't say his name.
"Yes, unfortunately unless someone saw them together before or afterwards, it is just her word against his. I'm sorry I can't provide you with a better answer. She does seem to be suffering from emotional damage. But with what you've told me about the last year or so, that could be a result of many things at this time. I would say that her story seems to be real. I get allot of cases in here that are because the woman was mad, or even a mother claiming abuse by a father to prevent him from custody or visitation. But its really hard sometimes to pick out the lies from the truth. You can take her home now, but I would suggest getting immediate counseling for her. If you decide to go ahead with charges, she will need all the support she can get. These can get very ugly. As I'm sure you being a police officer know."
Faith sat still in shock, tears flowing, nodding her head she quietly replied, "Yes, I do know. Thank you Dr. Morgans. And I'll be taking her to her therapist tomorrow at the latest." Dr. Morgans stood up, as did Faith, "Again, I'm sorry I couldn't give you a better answer. Oh and Mrs. Yokas, the preliminary results show she's clear of any STD's and the pregnancy stick test shows negative. But we will have to wait on the results of some of the blood work to come back to be positive about everything. Do you know if the man she's accusing has had any testing for AIDS or recent blood work?" Dr. Morgan saw the shock on her face, quickly adding, "I know this is upsetting, but she told me he was your partner? It would help her case if she does come back positive with anything, or the pregnancy test final results are positive. Although she says she's had her cycle since it happened. So I'm expecting that to be negative again. As I was saying, it would help if we knew his most recent testing status. Or if he would be willing to take a test and have his medical records looked at. But that can wait until we get her results back. A judge can subpoena them if necessary. Emily will be right out, she's getting dressed now. Or, if you want you can go in." Walking away, Dr. Morgans went to the admit desk to sign the papers for the chart.
Faith still trying to absorb the Drs. words about testing for STD's walked to the exam room. Opening the door slightly, "Em? Is it okay if I come in?" Hearing a "Whatever," from her, Faith entered cautiously. Em gave her a roll of the eyes, "So I guess sour puss told you right? That I had sex?" Faith nodded slowly, softly replying, "She did." Pulling her shoe on, Em pouted, "Well, its not like you didn't know, right? You did find those condoms." Looking up, "BUT, that was last year Mom! And you made us break up." Giving Faith a eyeroll again, "So, I guess you don't believe me? Cause they said they didn't 'find' anything?" Now she was staring Faith straight into her eyes. Faith held her look, though she wanted desperately to run from her accusing stare, "I didn't say that Em. The Dr. said not finding anything was normal, because you waited so long to tell us. But that doesn't mean I think you're lying."
Emily searched her face for lies, finding only sadness and pain. She ducked her head to hide her smirk, composing herself. Finishing her shoes, she stood up, voice now sure of herself, "So, I can go home now? And Bosco's in jail, right? I heard Sasha saying he was going." The triumphant look on her face startled Faith, but she only replied, "Yes, yes you can. And yes he is." Grabbing her sweater from the chair, as she passed Faith to leave the room, Emily seemed almost proud as she commented, "Good! That's where he belongs. I hope they throw away the key!"
Faith could only follow, she knew rape victims dealt with their situations in many different ways. Plus, Emily had them all fooled. Almost all anyway.
Dave stood in the doorway of the lounge, watching the exchange, he only heard the last as they came out of the exam room, but Faith's daughter seemed a little too smug to him. Furrowing his brow into a scowl he watched as Faith approached him.
"Lieu," she seemed distraught but holding on at the same time, "the Dr. says that any evidence they might have collected is gone. It's been a month. So." She stopped as they both knew what was coming. He spoke first, "So now we go to the DA and see what happens, right?" Faith nodded, looking at the floor.
"Faith?" He asked forcing her to look up, leaning forward in his trademark stance, he asked searchingly, "Do you believe Bosco did this?" "Lieu," she replied hesitantly, "I honestly have to believe my daughter first. If I don't, and he did. I could never forgive myself." Nodding slowly at first, then more forcefully, Swersky assured her, "Then you know what you have to do. But I'm going to send officers over to your apartment building," holding his hand up before she could protest, "just to ask anyone if they saw him in the building on the day in question. Nothing more. And if they did see him, we'll take it from there." More nods from Faith, then she asked, "Is Sasha still around? We need a ride home." "I'm right here Faith," Sasha stepped out of the lounge, Ty behind her, "if you're ready we are."
The next day: Start of The Third Watch.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS?" Swersky was yelling into the face of the Central Booking Officer who was taking another batch of lawbreakers to Central lock-up.
"Lieu, I told you, I went to see, like you said, if his lawyer had shown, and they said he wasn't there!" The Officer was sweating as he stood unwillingly toe to toe with Lieu. "I tried to find out where they'd taken him. But after the Doc in the infirmary saw him, no one knows where he ended up! I'm sorry Lieu, that's all they would tell me." He looked down at his shoes, knowing heads would be rolling straight off of shoulders if anything had happened to Boscorelli.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Swersky yelled out, most who had been trying not to watch this scene now were transfixed at his uncharacteristic cursing, "THOSE STUPID SONS OF BITCHES!" Shoving past the stunned and now seriously fearful officer, Dave stormed down the stairs, calling out to Davis and Sullivan who were just coming out of the locker room, "YOU TWO! WITH ME!" Having no idea what was going on they rushed to join him as he exited the building.
"Lieu, wait up!" Sully called, "What's going on? Where are we heading?" Ty shoving his hat on grabbed the keys Swersky tossed him, gave a slight smirk to Sully, "Okay, I'll drive." Getting in and starting the car, with Sully getting in the backseat as Dave jammed himself down into the passenger front, Ty glanced over, asking, "Where to Lieu?"
"Central Booking Jail." Swersky growled, staring straight ahead, "Those stupid sons of bitches! Lost Boscorelli as soon as they got him! They put him in general population!"
Sully felt himself pale then grow hot as he comprehended what Dave was saying, "Holy hell, Lieu?" Davis as shocked as Sully backed the car out quickly. All humor gone as sirens and lights bursting forth Dave leaned over and flipped the switches, "Step on it Davis, we're probably 23 hours to late already." Glancing back into the mirror at Sully, he saw his own shock and fear reflected there. Everyone knew what could and would happen to a cop, if he was put in the general population, and found out. Stepping on the gas Ty pushed the RMP to the city streets limits with Swersky's encouragement.
Dave Swersky like a raging tornado, followed by Sully and Davis stormed the 'castle walls' of Central Booking's Jail. Storming up to the 'wardens' office, red-faced and ready to split some skulls, he didn't even wait to be announced, nor did he knock.
"Where the hell is my officer?" Standing hands on hips, leaning forward in that fearsome stance of his, Dave faced down the stunned man behind the desk.
"Now, Dave, I'm sure its just a paper mix up. We're looking into it right now." Lt. Rich Sanders stood up, "Just calm down, we've had no reports of injuries or anything else. I'm sure..."
"Sanders if you were sure, he'd be in here now and you know it!" Dave was beside himself. Sully watching had some serious concerns about a possible heart attack for his Lieu if he didn't calm down soon. Dave continued, "I want to know what exactly you are doing, and NOW!" Ty stood silently watching this scene, fascinated by Swersky's forceful presence. He felt he was learning a great deal both about how to handle people, as Sanders had the decency to look sheepish, and relationships the Boss's developed with officers along the way.
Sanders came from around the desk, his voice strained, "Dave, we're looking for him now. We had no idea this had happened until your officer inquired about him. I understand the situation, believe me. I don't want him in general anymore than you do."
"Then I suggest you need three more sets of legs for this search?" Dave stared him down, the scowl he'd been wearing since last night deepening. Without waiting for an answer he turned on his heel, "Lets go." Obviously addressing Sully and Ty. Exiting the office he was on his way to the jail cell blocks, not waiting for an answer from Sanders.
Sanders standing only a moment behind, sighed, "Sure Dave, what ever you say." Adding silently, 'Sweet Mary Mother of God, let that man be okay, cause I don't want him up my ass for the rest of my life over this!" Following behind them, he told his assistant, "Call the guards, tell them its a lockdown. NOW!" Grabbing his jacket he threw it on and headed in the direction of Swersky's retreating back, as his assistant did as told.
The search which had until now been kept casual, trying not to alert the prisoners and start a ruckus, was now an official lock down. Prisoners filed out of the exercise yard, cafeteria, and showers. The laundry emptied as did the other areas of activity as each returned to the cell blocks under the watchful eyes of the guards. As they entered the cells and each block was filled, the cell doors rang as they forcefully shut. Locking each man inside his 'temporary home'. All were awaiting either transportation to other jails or arraignment to decide if they were going to trial or to be set free. Some were mearly staying until their bails could be posted by family members. All but a few knew why the officers were suddenly swarming the place, searching each cell, nook and cranny of the prison. But none would talk. And none would 'know' anything. And the officers knew this.
Dave, Sully and Ty stood at the end of a cell block, inside the glass observation booth. Waiting as officers one by one had the cells opened and checked each man inside. It was a tense time to say the least as moving from one block to the next Bosco was not to be found. As each row was finished and the officers looked up and shook their heads negatively Dave felt his stomach drop a little further, while his heart climbed high enough into his throat to choke him. Sully and Ty were faring no better. Ty felt his heart beating out of his chest in fear that Bosco would be found injured or worse. The thought of what could happen to a cop in here made him sick to his stomach as he watched the search progressing. Sully stood pale and equally ill as one by one the all clear was given by the guards. He himself had recognized several of the 'arrests' he and Davis had made in the past month or so. And he knew Bosco and Faith had just as many as them. There was no way in his mind that several would not recognize Bosco once he was in the open. Finally, while they each dealt with their fears of what might have happened to him, the search finished in Blocks A and B. Exchanging looks of rapidly growing concern they moved silently to Block C.
"Where is the Guard who took him to his cell last night?" Dave asked walking to the next set of cells, voice hoarse, of Lt. Sanders, "Have you questioned why he or how he lost the paperwork? Or why he can't remember?" Glaring at Sanders he closed his eyes in fury as Sanders replied quietly, "He quit this morning and no ones seen him since. He'd been talking about leaving for awhile Dave, so no one thought anything of it. Until your officer showed up this afternoon." Dave rounded on him as he entered the observation room of Block C, "Then somebody better find his ass, because you and I both know this was not an accident Sanders! I want his ass in jail and TODAY!!" Sanders only nodded quickly as Dave went to the window to watch the search as it progressed.
Halfway through a guard entered a cell, "Hey, get up Angel, on your feet, now!" Angel stood up hands held locked behind his head. "Hey, Jakes, what's going on? Why the lockdown?" Jakes moved him aside, frowning at the prisoner lying on the top bunk facing the wall. "Shut up Angel, and move it. OUT! NOW!" He was aware Angel had no cell mate. A sinking feeling coming over him as his partner took Angel out to stand against the wall between the cells.
Watching this exchange outside the cell from the booth, Sanders leaned over to the mike, his own voice now strained, "What's going on Murphy?" Murphy, Jakes' partner turned to him, calling out, "We might have found something sir!" Sanders hearing the men behind him curse softly, asked, "What Murphy? Is it him?" He prayed it wasn't as he knew who's cell they were now in.
Murphy was transfixed watching Jakes check on the prisoner.
"Hey, you, get up. Head count." Jakes shoved the man in the back with his nightstick, receiving only a low groan for his effort. Stomach clenching he poked him again, and again received only a pain filled groan. Closing his eyes a moment his own quiet curses filling the small cell he stood on the bottom bunk to look over the mans shoulder into his face. As he did so he saw the bunk's light gray wool blanket was darkened red, saturated in areas, swallowing hard he leaned over further, "Oh shit!" His exclamation and sudden departure from the bunks told Murphy they had indeed found who they were looking for.
"Lt. Sanders!" Murphy called out his voice stressed, "We found him sir! You better get the Doc. Quick sir!"
Before he was finished, with a loud curse Dave was out the door heading to the cell. Davis and Sully on his heels. Sanders was calling for help as he watched them cross the floor at a dead run.
During the early morning hours: Before wake up and a short while after.
Bosco still sat huddled in the corner of the bunk. The sounds of the cell block had diminished, but not completely stopped. Snoring rang up and down the darkened building. An occasional moaning could be heard sometimes drowned out by coughing, or the yells of a nightmare. Once in a while voices drifted his way. Quiet threats of what would happen if the one spoken too didn't cooperate. Sometimes there was the sound of a scuffle, then a low pain filled cry followed. Others a low laughing as two inmates decided the 'scuffle' wasn't necessary and whatever was asked for was handed over or given freely. Attempting to shut the prison sounds out he held his hands over his ears at first, and when that didn't really work he used the pillow. Pain from his broken tooth and torn gums and lip radiated to his brain, joining up with the pain from his temple. Pounding in rhythm with the pulse in his skull. Ribs tender and growing stiff he tried to stop himself from drifting off as the night progressed. Afraid to sleep, he stayed rigidly upright against the wall behind him.
Sometime later startled awake, he realized quickly that he must have finally drifted into a semi sleeping state. Jerking his head around fearful someone might have come upon him he grunted as his ribs and head protested his sudden movements. Gasping, he bit down on his lip trying not to draw the attentions of his cellmate Angel.
Having slumped down into the bunk Bosco noticed the cellblock was coming alive as he sat up further. The lights came on, and the doors opened to the cells. As the speakers came on, a guard telling them to get up and get moving. Now however, instead of staying up, he hunkered down further. He'd decided now would not be a good time after all to be noticed by sitting up.
Angel climbing out of his bunk stood, walking over to the toilet. Bosco glanced his way only once. Seeing what he was about to do, he turned to face the wall. Cringing at the thought of using the open toilet. And at the thought of being in here when someone else did. Hearing a laugh he closed his eyes, attempting to pretend to be asleep.
"Hey, bunkie! What's the matter? You shy?" Loud laughter followed Angel's comment as he went about his business. Finishing up, he commented still laughing at Bosco's reaction, "You better get over that quick. This the only toilet you gonna get. You gonna be in trouble real fast if you can't go in here. Everybody's got to do it man, you ain't the only one! Don't worry, after awhile you won't even notice or remember why you had a problem to begin with." Flushing it he rubbed his hands down his jumpsuit. Taking a moments pity on him, "Come on NFG, breakfast time, then the yard. You better get a move on if you want to eat." Getting no response from him, he tried again, "You ain't got to, but its a long time till lunch around here." Bosco only moved further into the corner, still refusing to look at him. Angel frowned, "Boy, let me tell you something straight off. You better make some friends around here, and fast. If you know what's good for you. Pretty boy like you with that fine little body's gonna be real popular. You're gonna need some protection. And I can be a real good friend and protector. If you follow my meaning?"
Before he thought good, his mouth overcoming his common sense, Bosco looked over, "I'm not staying long, so it won't matter. I can protect myself just fine too. So don't even think about it. And I'd rather drink out that toilet over there than make friends with criminals!" As the last words left his mouth he could have bitten his tongue off. As angry as he was, red-faced at Angel's implied threats he knew he'd made a mistake when a small group of prisoners paused at the cell upon hearing him.
"Oh excuse me!" One of the prisoners hearing Bosco's angry comments held his hand to his chest. The others laughed at him but glared at Bosco as he sat straighter again, warily watching them. "Angel you got a feisty one on your hands." Looking Bosco over, as he sat in the bunk, laughter following as he added, "Can't wait to see you tame this one!"
His 'flighty' demeanor rapidly changing as the others clapped him on the back laughing at Bosco's look of fearful bravado. Seeing Bosco was about to comment again, giving him a hateful look, the mans voice deepened, "Watch your mouth pretty boy, or somebody's gonna watch it for you. Though looks to me like someone already started. Hey Angel, you already started teaching him some lessons about manners?" Angel growled, "No, that's someone else's handiwork, but I was just about to start." He was about to continue when one of the others spoke up, pushing their way forward. Taking another close look at Bosco, "Son of a ... Angel! Man you know who this mouth is?" A stunned look of recognition on his face now.
Bosco knew the man. He and Faith had arrested him only two weeks before. A drug charge was pending against him. But without the means for bail, or a job to encourage a bailsbonds man to assist him, he was still waiting for his arraignment. Swallowing hard, he knew his time was up. He was about to be ratted out his first minutes awake here.
Before he could do anything, or say anything, Angel whirled around to look at him. Curious now, "Who Marcus? He don't look familiar to me. What he kill somebody? Oh please tell me he killed a cop!" A look of near euphoric anticipation coming over his face. A look that would soon turn to black hatred.
"No," Marcus stepped into the cell, the others crowding the door, "this here's Jagoff! Hey, Jagoff! Yea you know me, huh Jagoff!" Bosco's eyes widened as he heard his own words thrown back at him, swallowing hard again he was suddenly standing on the bunk, head shoved against the rough ceiling as the man lunged for him. Hands pressed out against the walls of the corner, he was kicking out trying to keep him from catching hold of his orange jumpsuit as he was yelling for the guards help, "GUARDS!!! IN HERE!! HELP ME!!! GUARDS!!!"
"HE'S A FUCKING COP ANGEL!!!" Marcus's shouted words tore through the small group as he fought to grab hold of Bosco's jumpsuit. "HE ARRESTED ME TWO FUCKING WEEKS AGO!!! OFFICER MAURICE "JAGOFF" BOSCORELLI!"
Bosco was still yelling for help, trying to hold off Marcus as Angel grabbed Marcus spinning him to face him. Snarling as he stared at him, "Marcus are you telling me they put a fucking cop in my cell? Are you SURE?" Glancing back at Boscorelli he saw the blind panic there and the truth, as Marcus swore to him he was indeed telling the truth. "This JAGOFF decided I wasn't moving fast enough for him and slammed my head down on his car! Man all I had on my ass was a few grams of coke, he could have let me go, but instead I got arrested for possession with intent. And POLICE BRUTALITY!"
"Son of a bitch," Angel ground out as he faced Bosco again, "you gonna wish whoever did that to your face finished the job boy!" At his signal, three of the men still in the corridor blocked the cell from further view as the other two joined Marcus and him.
Bosco swallowed, his throat tight as they approached. All humor gone from their faces. His screams and pleas for help going unanswered as he was now dragged kicking and fighting from the bunk.
His back slamming down on the edge of the bunk he though in pain from the blow to his back, was immediately throwing hard, wild punches. Bosco never went down easy, and this time would be no exception. Using everything he knew from his training he fought them. But with four on one, and new replacements if needed, to help the four, he had no chance.
Jumping on him as a group, shoving him down to the floor to further keep the guards from seeing what was happening, one clamped his hand over his mouth and nose to silence him.
Angel and Marcus began to beat him. While the fourth held his legs to prevent him from kicking.
Grunts of pain escaped from behind the hand, as Angel and Marcus slammed their fists into his ribs and stomach. Unable to breathe from the hand over his mouth and nose, he was defenseless against the assault as he fought to remove the hand with one of his own. The other he used to punch Angel in the face, succeeding a few times, but his punches were mostly ineffective against such a vicious assault.
Just as he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen and the beating, the hand was removed. Gasping in lungfulls of the stale body odor filled air of the cell he lost the same as Marcus landed one last punch into his solar plexus. "GAAAAaaaauuuuuuuuuu!" Thinking this was the last as they moved away from him, he began to roll to his side, still trying to breathe. Curling his knees up, the pain in his abdomen and ribs screaming at him, he was suddenly and forcefully dragged by the back of his orange prison issue jumpsuit to his knees. Hands reaching back clawing, attempting to remove the large rough hands holding him, Bosco realized what they were going to do. He began to fight again, finding a renewed strength in desperation.
Marcus grabbed him by the hair, helping the fourth man drag him forward as Angel stood next to the stainless steel bowl. Attempting to stand to keep them from their goal, Bosco found his feet kicked out from under him. Released suddenly his face slammed down against the small stainless sink. "UUUGGGHhhhh!" Stunned this time harder, his cheek feeling like it was shattered, he was grabbed again. And they reached their goal.
Shoving his head downward, Angel grabbed a handful of his hair in his fist, yanking as if to rip it from his skull. "Hey, Jagoff! Guess where you ARE gonna drink from! First we're gonna teach you some manners about hospitality! Then we're gonna get into some serious lessons on what happens to pigs in prison." Marcus held his neck, tightly pinched from behind digging in cruelly. Bosco, despite his efforts to stop them, found himself plunged below the surface of the toilets foul water. Trying to hold his breath as Angel kneed him in his side, he felt the breath kick out of him. Desperately attempting not to try to retake that breath, he heard and felt the toilet repeatedly flushed as he was held under. It was one of the most humiliating and disgusting things he'd ever had done to him in his entire life.
Hands sliding on the bowl's slippery surface, he tried to get away. Angel constantly telling him he was going to die, jerked his head up. As water streamed off him, Bosco choking on the breath he tried to take, Angel snarled, "You like that cop? Huh, yea? Guess you want some more then? You gonna die today cop! How bout that pig?" As his face cleared the bowl, Bosco gasped in another breath, then was immediately plunged back down again. Angel laughing kneed him in his side again, knowing he would again lose his breath. This was repeated again and again. The taunts continuous. It seemed like ten or fifteen minutes to him, though only half that time passed during the torture. Just when he thought he would indeed drown, it was over.
They had no intention of killing him yet, at least not in this way. When they were done, Angel threw him to the floor. Gasping and retching Bosco tried to crawl towards the cell door. Dirty water streaming from his hair and face, his jumpsuit soaked. Hands blindly reaching out for anyone to help him.
"Oh sweetheart, we ain't done yet." The fourth man began unzipping his jumpsuit as he followed him, planting his large foot in the middle of Bosco's retreating back he shoved him forcefully to the floor. Bosco grunting as his face stuck the hard surface, the man cooed at him, "Pretty little cop, we're just getting started."
Bosco rolled to his back, hands up to defend himself again. "Please," he begged, "no more." Blinking the water out of his eyes, seeing what the man was doing, he again began screaming for help, "NO!! GOD NO!! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! GOD PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!." The man kicked him viciously in the hip, growling out, "Shut his mouth up would you Marcus! You know I don't like screamers!"
Fists slammed into his mouth, blood from his previous cuts flowing again, as he felt his tooth give way, grunting out in agony he again felt the fist burst against his face, this time renewing the large black purple bruise on his temple and brow. Moaning, crying out for help and mercy as blows rained down until he was near unconscious and only faintly aware of what was happening to him.
"Now," the fourth man smiled as he bent down to him, Bosco's face and left eye swollen already, now bloody, new black dark bruising spreading from the injuries he already had from Fred's attack. New damage done from this latest assault, "damn he ain't got a pretty face no more. But, damn look at that fine ass body!" Laughter circled the group as Bosco lay on the cold cement floor, helpless against further assault.
Anyone who had heard him, wisely turned and headed in the other direction. The one guard who should and could have helped, smiled as he listened to the policeman's renewed screams and begging for help turn to grunts as the vicious attack continued. Listening with quiet glee as the prisoners began to cheer on whoever was continuing the attack now.
His shift was about to end in another hour. He knew it would be over by then. Besides, he was moving to another city anyway. Boscorelli had arrested his Uncle last year, not that the stupid pig remembered the name. Sitting back in his chair he opened the apartments listings for his new hometown. Smiling as he saw just the one he wanted, he'd already called the Realtor and set up a showing.
TBC...
"Faith!" Lt. Swersky entered the hospital lobby at a fast clip. Turning to him Faith frowned, "Lieu, I'd really rather you not be here right now." "Yeah, well I am," Dave stood hands on hips looking at her hard, "what the hells going on? First your husband comes in; accuses Bosco of," lowering his voice to just a whisper, "sexual assault on your daughter, then, beats the ever- loving crap out of him! Now, he's pressed charges and Bosco is sitting in a jail cell! In central lock-up!" Faith stood stunned, she'd known that Fred had attacked him, and wanted to press charges. That much she'd gotten from Sasha and Ty. But that Bosco would have already been taken stunned her.
"Lieu," Faith replied her voice illustrating her confusion and pain, "I'm sorry Fred got out of control, but Emily is swearing its true. Dr. Morgans is examining her now. And, I really don't want to talk to you about it anymore until after I talk to the Dr. I'm sorry Bosco got hurt, but if he did do this, its the least he deserves." With that declaration Faith turned from him dismissing him for the time being. Her hands were shaking as he made one last remark, "And if he didn't do this? What then Faith? He's been arrested for sexual assualt of a juvenile, and you know what that means." Swersky stared at her back as Sasha came out of the lounge room, Ty behind her.
"Lieu?" Sasha approached him, "Maybe now is not a good time?" Cutting his eyes at her, he replied, taking in Davis at the same time, "There will never be a good time for this discussion Monroe. I'll be in the lounge waiting. I expect to get an answer soon."
He strode off as Faith glanced over her shoulder at him, but she refused to acknowledge his comments. Stepping up Sasha put her hand on Faith's shoulder, "It's going to be okay Faith," she squeezed slightly, "everyone's just in shock right now." Nodding as she anxiously watched the door for the return of the doctor, Faith sighed, "I know, I know." Biting her index fingernail in her usual nervous habit she never took her eyes off the door.
Ty stood a moment, then made motion to Sasha that he was going to join Swersky. She smiled at him and took the wall next to Faith.
"Its kind of unusual for them not to have a parent or officer in with the victim," Sasha casually noted. Faith glanced down at her, "I know, but Em was so upset, the Dr. thought it best if it was just her and the nurse. She's been so angry at me lately. And she had a right. I was wrapped up in the job, in proving to everyone that Cruz didn't knock me out of the game. I let her down so badly. Fred too. I can't believe we didn't see this. I knew Sasha, I knew she was hiding something, but I figured it was just 'teen stuff' you know?" Pausing as Sasha nodded with a comment, "Hey I helped raise my sister, I know. Sometimes things are so 'out of sorts' we miss the big stuff without meaning too. Don't be so hard on yourself Faith, you and Fred and the kids have had a really rough year. You will get through this." Faith paced towards the door, then out into the hall and back again, "I hope to God so Sasha."
The door to the room opened, the Dr. stepped out, "Mrs. Yokas? Can we talk? In private?" Sasha looked at Faith, "I'll go check on Davis, and Lieu, keep them out of trouble." Faith gave a weak smile as she walked off.
Once Sasha was gone, the Dr. took Faith aside and sat her down. "Mrs. Yokas. Emily did indeed have sexual relations." At Faith's tearful look she quickly added, "But, how long ago, or if it was rape, I can't tell you. With her saying it happened a month or more ago, and not seeing any lasting, well, damage, again its hard to tell. There isn't anything that is abnormal to suggest forced or violent sex. But that doesn't mean anything really. Many times its 'coerced' rape. Its still rape, but if the victim didn't fight." Faith cut in, "Yes, I know Dr. I've done allot of these, and I understand what you're saying." Nodding slowly Dr. Morgan continued, "Of course. And with it being so long ago there is no evidence present of semen or anything else at this stage. She does admit to having sexual relations with her boyfriend in the past year. But says they haven't seen each other in several months. Is that your understanding also?" Faith nodded, tears spilling over, "So you're saying now its just her word against ... his?" She choked up and couldn't say his name.
"Yes, unfortunately unless someone saw them together before or afterwards, it is just her word against his. I'm sorry I can't provide you with a better answer. She does seem to be suffering from emotional damage. But with what you've told me about the last year or so, that could be a result of many things at this time. I would say that her story seems to be real. I get allot of cases in here that are because the woman was mad, or even a mother claiming abuse by a father to prevent him from custody or visitation. But its really hard sometimes to pick out the lies from the truth. You can take her home now, but I would suggest getting immediate counseling for her. If you decide to go ahead with charges, she will need all the support she can get. These can get very ugly. As I'm sure you being a police officer know."
Faith sat still in shock, tears flowing, nodding her head she quietly replied, "Yes, I do know. Thank you Dr. Morgans. And I'll be taking her to her therapist tomorrow at the latest." Dr. Morgans stood up, as did Faith, "Again, I'm sorry I couldn't give you a better answer. Oh and Mrs. Yokas, the preliminary results show she's clear of any STD's and the pregnancy stick test shows negative. But we will have to wait on the results of some of the blood work to come back to be positive about everything. Do you know if the man she's accusing has had any testing for AIDS or recent blood work?" Dr. Morgan saw the shock on her face, quickly adding, "I know this is upsetting, but she told me he was your partner? It would help her case if she does come back positive with anything, or the pregnancy test final results are positive. Although she says she's had her cycle since it happened. So I'm expecting that to be negative again. As I was saying, it would help if we knew his most recent testing status. Or if he would be willing to take a test and have his medical records looked at. But that can wait until we get her results back. A judge can subpoena them if necessary. Emily will be right out, she's getting dressed now. Or, if you want you can go in." Walking away, Dr. Morgans went to the admit desk to sign the papers for the chart.
Faith still trying to absorb the Drs. words about testing for STD's walked to the exam room. Opening the door slightly, "Em? Is it okay if I come in?" Hearing a "Whatever," from her, Faith entered cautiously. Em gave her a roll of the eyes, "So I guess sour puss told you right? That I had sex?" Faith nodded slowly, softly replying, "She did." Pulling her shoe on, Em pouted, "Well, its not like you didn't know, right? You did find those condoms." Looking up, "BUT, that was last year Mom! And you made us break up." Giving Faith a eyeroll again, "So, I guess you don't believe me? Cause they said they didn't 'find' anything?" Now she was staring Faith straight into her eyes. Faith held her look, though she wanted desperately to run from her accusing stare, "I didn't say that Em. The Dr. said not finding anything was normal, because you waited so long to tell us. But that doesn't mean I think you're lying."
Emily searched her face for lies, finding only sadness and pain. She ducked her head to hide her smirk, composing herself. Finishing her shoes, she stood up, voice now sure of herself, "So, I can go home now? And Bosco's in jail, right? I heard Sasha saying he was going." The triumphant look on her face startled Faith, but she only replied, "Yes, yes you can. And yes he is." Grabbing her sweater from the chair, as she passed Faith to leave the room, Emily seemed almost proud as she commented, "Good! That's where he belongs. I hope they throw away the key!"
Faith could only follow, she knew rape victims dealt with their situations in many different ways. Plus, Emily had them all fooled. Almost all anyway.
Dave stood in the doorway of the lounge, watching the exchange, he only heard the last as they came out of the exam room, but Faith's daughter seemed a little too smug to him. Furrowing his brow into a scowl he watched as Faith approached him.
"Lieu," she seemed distraught but holding on at the same time, "the Dr. says that any evidence they might have collected is gone. It's been a month. So." She stopped as they both knew what was coming. He spoke first, "So now we go to the DA and see what happens, right?" Faith nodded, looking at the floor.
"Faith?" He asked forcing her to look up, leaning forward in his trademark stance, he asked searchingly, "Do you believe Bosco did this?" "Lieu," she replied hesitantly, "I honestly have to believe my daughter first. If I don't, and he did. I could never forgive myself." Nodding slowly at first, then more forcefully, Swersky assured her, "Then you know what you have to do. But I'm going to send officers over to your apartment building," holding his hand up before she could protest, "just to ask anyone if they saw him in the building on the day in question. Nothing more. And if they did see him, we'll take it from there." More nods from Faith, then she asked, "Is Sasha still around? We need a ride home." "I'm right here Faith," Sasha stepped out of the lounge, Ty behind her, "if you're ready we are."
The next day: Start of The Third Watch.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS?" Swersky was yelling into the face of the Central Booking Officer who was taking another batch of lawbreakers to Central lock-up.
"Lieu, I told you, I went to see, like you said, if his lawyer had shown, and they said he wasn't there!" The Officer was sweating as he stood unwillingly toe to toe with Lieu. "I tried to find out where they'd taken him. But after the Doc in the infirmary saw him, no one knows where he ended up! I'm sorry Lieu, that's all they would tell me." He looked down at his shoes, knowing heads would be rolling straight off of shoulders if anything had happened to Boscorelli.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Swersky yelled out, most who had been trying not to watch this scene now were transfixed at his uncharacteristic cursing, "THOSE STUPID SONS OF BITCHES!" Shoving past the stunned and now seriously fearful officer, Dave stormed down the stairs, calling out to Davis and Sullivan who were just coming out of the locker room, "YOU TWO! WITH ME!" Having no idea what was going on they rushed to join him as he exited the building.
"Lieu, wait up!" Sully called, "What's going on? Where are we heading?" Ty shoving his hat on grabbed the keys Swersky tossed him, gave a slight smirk to Sully, "Okay, I'll drive." Getting in and starting the car, with Sully getting in the backseat as Dave jammed himself down into the passenger front, Ty glanced over, asking, "Where to Lieu?"
"Central Booking Jail." Swersky growled, staring straight ahead, "Those stupid sons of bitches! Lost Boscorelli as soon as they got him! They put him in general population!"
Sully felt himself pale then grow hot as he comprehended what Dave was saying, "Holy hell, Lieu?" Davis as shocked as Sully backed the car out quickly. All humor gone as sirens and lights bursting forth Dave leaned over and flipped the switches, "Step on it Davis, we're probably 23 hours to late already." Glancing back into the mirror at Sully, he saw his own shock and fear reflected there. Everyone knew what could and would happen to a cop, if he was put in the general population, and found out. Stepping on the gas Ty pushed the RMP to the city streets limits with Swersky's encouragement.
Dave Swersky like a raging tornado, followed by Sully and Davis stormed the 'castle walls' of Central Booking's Jail. Storming up to the 'wardens' office, red-faced and ready to split some skulls, he didn't even wait to be announced, nor did he knock.
"Where the hell is my officer?" Standing hands on hips, leaning forward in that fearsome stance of his, Dave faced down the stunned man behind the desk.
"Now, Dave, I'm sure its just a paper mix up. We're looking into it right now." Lt. Rich Sanders stood up, "Just calm down, we've had no reports of injuries or anything else. I'm sure..."
"Sanders if you were sure, he'd be in here now and you know it!" Dave was beside himself. Sully watching had some serious concerns about a possible heart attack for his Lieu if he didn't calm down soon. Dave continued, "I want to know what exactly you are doing, and NOW!" Ty stood silently watching this scene, fascinated by Swersky's forceful presence. He felt he was learning a great deal both about how to handle people, as Sanders had the decency to look sheepish, and relationships the Boss's developed with officers along the way.
Sanders came from around the desk, his voice strained, "Dave, we're looking for him now. We had no idea this had happened until your officer inquired about him. I understand the situation, believe me. I don't want him in general anymore than you do."
"Then I suggest you need three more sets of legs for this search?" Dave stared him down, the scowl he'd been wearing since last night deepening. Without waiting for an answer he turned on his heel, "Lets go." Obviously addressing Sully and Ty. Exiting the office he was on his way to the jail cell blocks, not waiting for an answer from Sanders.
Sanders standing only a moment behind, sighed, "Sure Dave, what ever you say." Adding silently, 'Sweet Mary Mother of God, let that man be okay, cause I don't want him up my ass for the rest of my life over this!" Following behind them, he told his assistant, "Call the guards, tell them its a lockdown. NOW!" Grabbing his jacket he threw it on and headed in the direction of Swersky's retreating back, as his assistant did as told.
The search which had until now been kept casual, trying not to alert the prisoners and start a ruckus, was now an official lock down. Prisoners filed out of the exercise yard, cafeteria, and showers. The laundry emptied as did the other areas of activity as each returned to the cell blocks under the watchful eyes of the guards. As they entered the cells and each block was filled, the cell doors rang as they forcefully shut. Locking each man inside his 'temporary home'. All were awaiting either transportation to other jails or arraignment to decide if they were going to trial or to be set free. Some were mearly staying until their bails could be posted by family members. All but a few knew why the officers were suddenly swarming the place, searching each cell, nook and cranny of the prison. But none would talk. And none would 'know' anything. And the officers knew this.
Dave, Sully and Ty stood at the end of a cell block, inside the glass observation booth. Waiting as officers one by one had the cells opened and checked each man inside. It was a tense time to say the least as moving from one block to the next Bosco was not to be found. As each row was finished and the officers looked up and shook their heads negatively Dave felt his stomach drop a little further, while his heart climbed high enough into his throat to choke him. Sully and Ty were faring no better. Ty felt his heart beating out of his chest in fear that Bosco would be found injured or worse. The thought of what could happen to a cop in here made him sick to his stomach as he watched the search progressing. Sully stood pale and equally ill as one by one the all clear was given by the guards. He himself had recognized several of the 'arrests' he and Davis had made in the past month or so. And he knew Bosco and Faith had just as many as them. There was no way in his mind that several would not recognize Bosco once he was in the open. Finally, while they each dealt with their fears of what might have happened to him, the search finished in Blocks A and B. Exchanging looks of rapidly growing concern they moved silently to Block C.
"Where is the Guard who took him to his cell last night?" Dave asked walking to the next set of cells, voice hoarse, of Lt. Sanders, "Have you questioned why he or how he lost the paperwork? Or why he can't remember?" Glaring at Sanders he closed his eyes in fury as Sanders replied quietly, "He quit this morning and no ones seen him since. He'd been talking about leaving for awhile Dave, so no one thought anything of it. Until your officer showed up this afternoon." Dave rounded on him as he entered the observation room of Block C, "Then somebody better find his ass, because you and I both know this was not an accident Sanders! I want his ass in jail and TODAY!!" Sanders only nodded quickly as Dave went to the window to watch the search as it progressed.
Halfway through a guard entered a cell, "Hey, get up Angel, on your feet, now!" Angel stood up hands held locked behind his head. "Hey, Jakes, what's going on? Why the lockdown?" Jakes moved him aside, frowning at the prisoner lying on the top bunk facing the wall. "Shut up Angel, and move it. OUT! NOW!" He was aware Angel had no cell mate. A sinking feeling coming over him as his partner took Angel out to stand against the wall between the cells.
Watching this exchange outside the cell from the booth, Sanders leaned over to the mike, his own voice now strained, "What's going on Murphy?" Murphy, Jakes' partner turned to him, calling out, "We might have found something sir!" Sanders hearing the men behind him curse softly, asked, "What Murphy? Is it him?" He prayed it wasn't as he knew who's cell they were now in.
Murphy was transfixed watching Jakes check on the prisoner.
"Hey, you, get up. Head count." Jakes shoved the man in the back with his nightstick, receiving only a low groan for his effort. Stomach clenching he poked him again, and again received only a pain filled groan. Closing his eyes a moment his own quiet curses filling the small cell he stood on the bottom bunk to look over the mans shoulder into his face. As he did so he saw the bunk's light gray wool blanket was darkened red, saturated in areas, swallowing hard he leaned over further, "Oh shit!" His exclamation and sudden departure from the bunks told Murphy they had indeed found who they were looking for.
"Lt. Sanders!" Murphy called out his voice stressed, "We found him sir! You better get the Doc. Quick sir!"
Before he was finished, with a loud curse Dave was out the door heading to the cell. Davis and Sully on his heels. Sanders was calling for help as he watched them cross the floor at a dead run.
During the early morning hours: Before wake up and a short while after.
Bosco still sat huddled in the corner of the bunk. The sounds of the cell block had diminished, but not completely stopped. Snoring rang up and down the darkened building. An occasional moaning could be heard sometimes drowned out by coughing, or the yells of a nightmare. Once in a while voices drifted his way. Quiet threats of what would happen if the one spoken too didn't cooperate. Sometimes there was the sound of a scuffle, then a low pain filled cry followed. Others a low laughing as two inmates decided the 'scuffle' wasn't necessary and whatever was asked for was handed over or given freely. Attempting to shut the prison sounds out he held his hands over his ears at first, and when that didn't really work he used the pillow. Pain from his broken tooth and torn gums and lip radiated to his brain, joining up with the pain from his temple. Pounding in rhythm with the pulse in his skull. Ribs tender and growing stiff he tried to stop himself from drifting off as the night progressed. Afraid to sleep, he stayed rigidly upright against the wall behind him.
Sometime later startled awake, he realized quickly that he must have finally drifted into a semi sleeping state. Jerking his head around fearful someone might have come upon him he grunted as his ribs and head protested his sudden movements. Gasping, he bit down on his lip trying not to draw the attentions of his cellmate Angel.
Having slumped down into the bunk Bosco noticed the cellblock was coming alive as he sat up further. The lights came on, and the doors opened to the cells. As the speakers came on, a guard telling them to get up and get moving. Now however, instead of staying up, he hunkered down further. He'd decided now would not be a good time after all to be noticed by sitting up.
Angel climbing out of his bunk stood, walking over to the toilet. Bosco glanced his way only once. Seeing what he was about to do, he turned to face the wall. Cringing at the thought of using the open toilet. And at the thought of being in here when someone else did. Hearing a laugh he closed his eyes, attempting to pretend to be asleep.
"Hey, bunkie! What's the matter? You shy?" Loud laughter followed Angel's comment as he went about his business. Finishing up, he commented still laughing at Bosco's reaction, "You better get over that quick. This the only toilet you gonna get. You gonna be in trouble real fast if you can't go in here. Everybody's got to do it man, you ain't the only one! Don't worry, after awhile you won't even notice or remember why you had a problem to begin with." Flushing it he rubbed his hands down his jumpsuit. Taking a moments pity on him, "Come on NFG, breakfast time, then the yard. You better get a move on if you want to eat." Getting no response from him, he tried again, "You ain't got to, but its a long time till lunch around here." Bosco only moved further into the corner, still refusing to look at him. Angel frowned, "Boy, let me tell you something straight off. You better make some friends around here, and fast. If you know what's good for you. Pretty boy like you with that fine little body's gonna be real popular. You're gonna need some protection. And I can be a real good friend and protector. If you follow my meaning?"
Before he thought good, his mouth overcoming his common sense, Bosco looked over, "I'm not staying long, so it won't matter. I can protect myself just fine too. So don't even think about it. And I'd rather drink out that toilet over there than make friends with criminals!" As the last words left his mouth he could have bitten his tongue off. As angry as he was, red-faced at Angel's implied threats he knew he'd made a mistake when a small group of prisoners paused at the cell upon hearing him.
"Oh excuse me!" One of the prisoners hearing Bosco's angry comments held his hand to his chest. The others laughed at him but glared at Bosco as he sat straighter again, warily watching them. "Angel you got a feisty one on your hands." Looking Bosco over, as he sat in the bunk, laughter following as he added, "Can't wait to see you tame this one!"
His 'flighty' demeanor rapidly changing as the others clapped him on the back laughing at Bosco's look of fearful bravado. Seeing Bosco was about to comment again, giving him a hateful look, the mans voice deepened, "Watch your mouth pretty boy, or somebody's gonna watch it for you. Though looks to me like someone already started. Hey Angel, you already started teaching him some lessons about manners?" Angel growled, "No, that's someone else's handiwork, but I was just about to start." He was about to continue when one of the others spoke up, pushing their way forward. Taking another close look at Bosco, "Son of a ... Angel! Man you know who this mouth is?" A stunned look of recognition on his face now.
Bosco knew the man. He and Faith had arrested him only two weeks before. A drug charge was pending against him. But without the means for bail, or a job to encourage a bailsbonds man to assist him, he was still waiting for his arraignment. Swallowing hard, he knew his time was up. He was about to be ratted out his first minutes awake here.
Before he could do anything, or say anything, Angel whirled around to look at him. Curious now, "Who Marcus? He don't look familiar to me. What he kill somebody? Oh please tell me he killed a cop!" A look of near euphoric anticipation coming over his face. A look that would soon turn to black hatred.
"No," Marcus stepped into the cell, the others crowding the door, "this here's Jagoff! Hey, Jagoff! Yea you know me, huh Jagoff!" Bosco's eyes widened as he heard his own words thrown back at him, swallowing hard again he was suddenly standing on the bunk, head shoved against the rough ceiling as the man lunged for him. Hands pressed out against the walls of the corner, he was kicking out trying to keep him from catching hold of his orange jumpsuit as he was yelling for the guards help, "GUARDS!!! IN HERE!! HELP ME!!! GUARDS!!!"
"HE'S A FUCKING COP ANGEL!!!" Marcus's shouted words tore through the small group as he fought to grab hold of Bosco's jumpsuit. "HE ARRESTED ME TWO FUCKING WEEKS AGO!!! OFFICER MAURICE "JAGOFF" BOSCORELLI!"
Bosco was still yelling for help, trying to hold off Marcus as Angel grabbed Marcus spinning him to face him. Snarling as he stared at him, "Marcus are you telling me they put a fucking cop in my cell? Are you SURE?" Glancing back at Boscorelli he saw the blind panic there and the truth, as Marcus swore to him he was indeed telling the truth. "This JAGOFF decided I wasn't moving fast enough for him and slammed my head down on his car! Man all I had on my ass was a few grams of coke, he could have let me go, but instead I got arrested for possession with intent. And POLICE BRUTALITY!"
"Son of a bitch," Angel ground out as he faced Bosco again, "you gonna wish whoever did that to your face finished the job boy!" At his signal, three of the men still in the corridor blocked the cell from further view as the other two joined Marcus and him.
Bosco swallowed, his throat tight as they approached. All humor gone from their faces. His screams and pleas for help going unanswered as he was now dragged kicking and fighting from the bunk.
His back slamming down on the edge of the bunk he though in pain from the blow to his back, was immediately throwing hard, wild punches. Bosco never went down easy, and this time would be no exception. Using everything he knew from his training he fought them. But with four on one, and new replacements if needed, to help the four, he had no chance.
Jumping on him as a group, shoving him down to the floor to further keep the guards from seeing what was happening, one clamped his hand over his mouth and nose to silence him.
Angel and Marcus began to beat him. While the fourth held his legs to prevent him from kicking.
Grunts of pain escaped from behind the hand, as Angel and Marcus slammed their fists into his ribs and stomach. Unable to breathe from the hand over his mouth and nose, he was defenseless against the assault as he fought to remove the hand with one of his own. The other he used to punch Angel in the face, succeeding a few times, but his punches were mostly ineffective against such a vicious assault.
Just as he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen and the beating, the hand was removed. Gasping in lungfulls of the stale body odor filled air of the cell he lost the same as Marcus landed one last punch into his solar plexus. "GAAAAaaaauuuuuuuuuu!" Thinking this was the last as they moved away from him, he began to roll to his side, still trying to breathe. Curling his knees up, the pain in his abdomen and ribs screaming at him, he was suddenly and forcefully dragged by the back of his orange prison issue jumpsuit to his knees. Hands reaching back clawing, attempting to remove the large rough hands holding him, Bosco realized what they were going to do. He began to fight again, finding a renewed strength in desperation.
Marcus grabbed him by the hair, helping the fourth man drag him forward as Angel stood next to the stainless steel bowl. Attempting to stand to keep them from their goal, Bosco found his feet kicked out from under him. Released suddenly his face slammed down against the small stainless sink. "UUUGGGHhhhh!" Stunned this time harder, his cheek feeling like it was shattered, he was grabbed again. And they reached their goal.
Shoving his head downward, Angel grabbed a handful of his hair in his fist, yanking as if to rip it from his skull. "Hey, Jagoff! Guess where you ARE gonna drink from! First we're gonna teach you some manners about hospitality! Then we're gonna get into some serious lessons on what happens to pigs in prison." Marcus held his neck, tightly pinched from behind digging in cruelly. Bosco, despite his efforts to stop them, found himself plunged below the surface of the toilets foul water. Trying to hold his breath as Angel kneed him in his side, he felt the breath kick out of him. Desperately attempting not to try to retake that breath, he heard and felt the toilet repeatedly flushed as he was held under. It was one of the most humiliating and disgusting things he'd ever had done to him in his entire life.
Hands sliding on the bowl's slippery surface, he tried to get away. Angel constantly telling him he was going to die, jerked his head up. As water streamed off him, Bosco choking on the breath he tried to take, Angel snarled, "You like that cop? Huh, yea? Guess you want some more then? You gonna die today cop! How bout that pig?" As his face cleared the bowl, Bosco gasped in another breath, then was immediately plunged back down again. Angel laughing kneed him in his side again, knowing he would again lose his breath. This was repeated again and again. The taunts continuous. It seemed like ten or fifteen minutes to him, though only half that time passed during the torture. Just when he thought he would indeed drown, it was over.
They had no intention of killing him yet, at least not in this way. When they were done, Angel threw him to the floor. Gasping and retching Bosco tried to crawl towards the cell door. Dirty water streaming from his hair and face, his jumpsuit soaked. Hands blindly reaching out for anyone to help him.
"Oh sweetheart, we ain't done yet." The fourth man began unzipping his jumpsuit as he followed him, planting his large foot in the middle of Bosco's retreating back he shoved him forcefully to the floor. Bosco grunting as his face stuck the hard surface, the man cooed at him, "Pretty little cop, we're just getting started."
Bosco rolled to his back, hands up to defend himself again. "Please," he begged, "no more." Blinking the water out of his eyes, seeing what the man was doing, he again began screaming for help, "NO!! GOD NO!! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! GOD PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!." The man kicked him viciously in the hip, growling out, "Shut his mouth up would you Marcus! You know I don't like screamers!"
Fists slammed into his mouth, blood from his previous cuts flowing again, as he felt his tooth give way, grunting out in agony he again felt the fist burst against his face, this time renewing the large black purple bruise on his temple and brow. Moaning, crying out for help and mercy as blows rained down until he was near unconscious and only faintly aware of what was happening to him.
"Now," the fourth man smiled as he bent down to him, Bosco's face and left eye swollen already, now bloody, new black dark bruising spreading from the injuries he already had from Fred's attack. New damage done from this latest assault, "damn he ain't got a pretty face no more. But, damn look at that fine ass body!" Laughter circled the group as Bosco lay on the cold cement floor, helpless against further assault.
Anyone who had heard him, wisely turned and headed in the other direction. The one guard who should and could have helped, smiled as he listened to the policeman's renewed screams and begging for help turn to grunts as the vicious attack continued. Listening with quiet glee as the prisoners began to cheer on whoever was continuing the attack now.
His shift was about to end in another hour. He knew it would be over by then. Besides, he was moving to another city anyway. Boscorelli had arrested his Uncle last year, not that the stupid pig remembered the name. Sitting back in his chair he opened the apartments listings for his new hometown. Smiling as he saw just the one he wanted, he'd already called the Realtor and set up a showing.
TBC...