Author Note: Once again I like to say there is some mild cursing in here and some very serious child abuse, I don't believe its very graphic but nonetheless it's the same so if your not into that then I suggest you turn away ;) but if your in for some Bosco hurtin then you come to the right fanfic ;)
Chapter 3-A Turning Point
Light, brilliant light surround Bosco the warmth soothed his aching soul and that feeling at peace made his little heart skip a beat when he recognized two people in front of him. His mother standing a smile on her face, holding his little brother Mikey's hand.
Her entire voice echoed throughout his entire body and mind. He reached his hand out to her but he was to far so he began running towards her, as her angel like voice called his name, so heavenly sweet to his ears.
"Momma, Momma." Her image was getting further and further away from him, beginning to blur as did his brother and as he tried harder to get to her he felt something hard grabbed him.
Bosco's eyes flew open and what he woke up to was the anger of his Dad, and the rage was present in his features. The grip his father had was curling into his skin and he tried not wince as his father jerked him out from under the covers and held him up with one hand up to his face.
"Not get up when I call you."
"I'm…sorr, sorry." It was to early for him and second his father had scared the hell out of him causing his words to stumble.
"Sorry? Sorry my ass."
That's when Bosco was thrown through the air. He knew something bad was going to happen, his entire body knew it as it began to see the oncoming desk. His body landed his arm sliced open from a drinking glass that he had used during the night and as his body began to fall he tried to brace himself but with the weight of his body it all came crashing down on his arm.
The snap was heard. It echoed through his mind and as he tried to register what had just happened he looked down at his own arm as he tried to pick himself up to see his elbow down pointed in the wrong direction while his hand just kind of flopped back and forth.
When he looked at his arm and what had happened it finally hit him and the first thing that came natural was to cry and that he did, the tears came right after one another. He wanted nothing more to stop crying there, not wanting to anger his father even more and not wanting to show he had a weakness but it didn't help when he looked down from feeling another pain and seeing blood pour ruining his pajama's.
"What the hell are you crying for you little pussy, have to cry like a little girl would, want me to fetch your bottle."
Bosco looked up at his father's words with hatred and confusion of why this man would do this to him. He continued to cry as the pain became to much for his senses and as his father left him he grabbed something to wrap his arm in to stop the bleeding. Then he did what he always did, did the horrible task of trying to get dress, and walk himself to the hospital.
At such a young age a kid shouldn't know how to go to the hospital, know how to get himself checked in, all the procedures and make up lies but Bosco did and that's what happened.
Walking into the regular Emergency Room Bosco spotted the one woman he was always glad to see. His little body didn't even reach the counter so he walked around were the door was and looked in.
"Can I help you sir?"
One of the other helpers saw him. His body was hurting to much to even try to speak so he just pointed with one tiny finger towards the black woman.
"Nurse Procter."
Hearing her name immediately she turned around and her face spoke volumes as her face softened even more seeing in his condition.
Walking over she put her hand on his back leading him towards one of the exam rooms.
"Oh darlin what did you do?"
By then Maurice's tears had dried up and only left were his hot cheeks to show for it but he could feel himself beginning to cry once more with the tremble of his lip trying to retail his version of the story, only wanting so badly to say something else.
"I built a new….ramp..fell off my bike."
"You boys now a days, you have more of a hospital wrap sheet longer then 5 people I know."
Why she didn't figure it out was beyond Bosco's thought process and how much he wanted her to, to take him away from his father but he was scared out of his mind if he ever got away what his father would do.
As Nurse Procter fixed him up once again, he realized one thing and one thing only when the time was right he was going to try and make break for it.
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Bosco sat on the swing set at school. The one he always sat on and just sat there watching as other kids played with each other, ran playing tag, smiling. That was something he never felt like ever doing, smile. What was he happy for? That if he looked at his father cross-eyed he get the living shit knocked out of him? Or the fact he watched his brother die in front of him.
So there Bosco sat, watching and wondering until he felt a shove off the swing.
"You been on to long punk."
He looked up to see Thomas, one of the school yard bullies in front of him.
Anger took a hold of Bosco. All the times his father wailed on him and he couldn't stop it, he realized this kid wasn't that much bigger then him and so grabbing some pebbles that littered the ground he threw them hard into Thomas's eyes.
"Why you little.."
Thomas reared back for a second but was on top of Bosco like a tiger jumping on its prey, and his fists flew down but stopped suddenly and was shoved off hard.
Bosco looked over to see another bigger kid start beating Thomas up, only when the tears began to come out of Thomas's eyes did the older kid stop.
Being helped up Bosco brushed himself off and looked up at who helped him out.
"Reggie, and you are?"
"Bosco….thanks."
"No sweat 'Co."
He wasn't sure what to make of it. Nobody ever gave him a nickname, hell nobody usually gave Bosco attention a day in his life at school that he knew.
Reggie looked down at the broken arm of Bosco and the bandage covering his other arm.
"What happened to you?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah nothing usually happens to me but tell you the truth my Mom and Dad usually do the nothing bit so its cool."
As the recess bell went off Reggie put his arm around Bosco's shoulder and smiled.
"You know, I think this is the start of a great friendship."
Bosco just smirked.
The two would become inseparable where there was one, there was the other. Bosco would later come to find out that Reggie had been held back a couple years, the reason why he was such a big kid and still in Bosco's grade. The other thing Bosco would find out was that Reggie didn't have it easy either, and for Bosco he didn't feel so alone anymore. But there was a side of Reggie, Bosco was still not sure of, the dark temper that he possessed, that allowed him to take a knife and cut somebody only at the tender age of 11. But no matter how bad Reggie was, Bosco stuck next to him, because Reggie was Bosco's only friend and Bosco was going to be damned if he was going to not have anybody growing up.
"Do you have it?" Bosco looked at Reggie as they walked into the men's bathroom, Reggie standing as Bosco checked all the stalls.
"Of course."
"You are the best, man, what would I do without you?"
"I don't know."
"So should we do it?" Looking down at what Reggie held.
"Of course."
Bosco grabbed a lighter and lit what was in Reggie's hand. Both smiled.
"Ready?"
"Let's do it."
Bosco grabbed it and threw the cherry bomb down the toilet and then flushed it down, both of them running out of the bathroom, nobody was out in the hall and as they took off a huge explosion rocked the entire school. Both looked at each other. The sound of the tremor made them know whatever damage they just caused it was big and they sure is hell weren't going to be caught.
But when they turned to get out of there they ended up smacking right into the principal of the school. The only thing that Bosco could think of a time like that was.
"Oh shit."
The principal replied with a "Oh yeah, big time."
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Two boys sat in the office, both dreading what would come next. Bosco could feel his hands becoming sweaty with every passing minute. He wouldn't be surprised if he died because he knew his father was going to kill him. Bosco could barely look at the man cross eyed without getting a broken rib or a family of colorful bruises.
He looked over at Reggie who was taking it with only a cold stare looking directly in front of him while breathing in and out deeply. He only wish that he had Reggie's position as a child. Even though Reggie rarely talked about his household, Bosco knew quite a few things. He knew things like that his family was nothing but rich and his mother and father were always gone on some glorious vacation, leaving him to be alone then coming home and throwing huge parties that would last all through the night. The parties would keep Reggie up, they would even throw them during school nights. To Reggie they acted as though they didn't even have a son but when they did acknowledge him it was in a drunken rage. But even so Bosco felt that Reggie didn't have it to bad and without a blink of an eye Bosco would have taken Reggie's place anytime.
"Yes Mr. Boscorelli, your son is right there waiting for you."
His head came up at the to much cheerful voice of the secretary. He saw his father staring at him and how much Bosco wanted the ground to open up and suck him into its dark grasp. He knew though that would never happen, Bosco just didn't have that kind of luck.
Something then dawned on Bosco with complete horror and terror in his young but old body. The school year was almost up, only a few more weeks to go and they would have three months of freedom, for most kids though it was time for fun for Bosco it was absolutely terrifying. Then with this latest little incident Bosco was sure not to be in school for those last saving weeks, which meant his father could do anything with him and nobody would get suspicious. No nosy counselors, concerned teachers, nothing for three months and Bosco just knew that was only signing him for something to get broken.
He hadn't tried it, thought about it before but tonight he knew it was going to be the night he was going to try to escape from his hell, runaway. His personal living hell demon spoke.
"I am truly sorry about this, it will be paid for and he will be "punished" for this."
Bosco's body crenched and shivered how he had spoken and defined the word punished with such force, he could just feel bones breaking with his voice.
That is when Bosco began to go over how he was going to get away, how the plan of action would work how to get away from his father's wrath.
The feel of his father pulling him up by the collar of his shirt roughly enough to enforce to get up but not enough to cause alarms for anybody watching.
"Come on."
Bosco glanced one lonely glance back at Reggie then walked out of the school with his father.
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Nothing was said, just silence between the two male's as they drove to their destination, Bosco's home and living nightmare. Then the car came to a stop. His heart was pounding through his chest so fast and so hard, Bosco could of sworn right then and there that he could see movement under his shirt where his organ rested it was thumping so loudly.
Tilting his head and watching his father who turned his own head to look at him, Bosco could read his father's face that spoke with clear volume 'don't even think about it.' Bosco felt like the man could read his mind because he had thought about it, about jumping out there and Bosco realized the thought of it sounded great. He hadn't been wearing his seatbelt so when he jumped out of the car it made a beautiful and easy escape. Bosco had felt the whoosh of his father's hand grabbing at the back of his shirt but had failed to catch it.
As Bosco ran as fast he could he could. He could hear his father screaming at him, yelling at him to come back right now but Bosco knew that would be a cold day in hell.
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Reggie laid on his bed staring up at his ceiling with his hands folded under his head.
His parents had been notified about his little stunt at school but would not becoming home from their trip in England. Since Reggie was now of llegal age to be left alone, Reggie just ended up walking home.
Beginning to fall asleep he then heard the pounding on his door. Immediately getting up Reggie leaned into the door checking to see that Bosco was standing on the outside.
Opening the door Bosco stepped in, the heavy of the door slamming behind him.
"I did it man, I ran away."
Reggie was about to ask how on Earth did he get away from his monster of a father when Bosco blurted out what he had done.
"You did what?" Of course Reggie and Bosco had both speaking about running away for as long as they had known each other but he found his own words stumbling on each together, because he actually started to believe they would never do it.
"Oh come on, we both been talking about it, I know I would have been done for if I stayed."
"Where are you gonna go?"
"Fuck. I don't know but not home that's for damn sure."
Reggie walked into his room pulling out some clothes and placing them into the school bag he never used, Bosco watching.
"What are you doing?"
"Going with."
With this said, Bosco glowed inside, so ecstatic that he wasn't going to be doing this alone. Going to the refrigerator Reggie added snacks and drinks. With that now done the two left.
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The two young boys walked everywhere in the city of New York. Time Square, Empire State building and after spitting off the top, snuck into a movie and by the time they came out of the theater night had come to the Big Apple.
It wasn't long before Reggie and Bosco walked into Central Park their bodies getting overly tired from so much walking, so they both sat down on a park bench, snacking on some food.
As Bosco nibbled he felt his body shivering making it almost hard to eat, when he was done he began rubbing his goosebump arms, trying to get warmth back into them. Reaching into his bag Reggie pulled out a New York Giants sweatshirt.
"Here."
"Thanks." Bosco caught it and put it over him.
Deciding they would just go to sleep there till they could figure out what they were going to go from there both lay down on the two benches that sat beside one another and closed their eyes falling asleep.
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Bosco could see his mother, himself and even his brother sitting beside a pond and a huge tree in Central Park. He could see himself smiling, laughing at some joke one of them had told. But there was no sound and Bosco watched as the colors melted, twisted and distorted as Bosco woke up from his dream that he so much wanted to keep having.
What he woke up to were two NYPD Officers staring down at him. He knew what would happen, being pass curfew he would be taken back to his home or to the police station were his dad would have to come and pick him. Bosco just knew that was just not acceptable.
Shooting up from his seat he took off the cops trying to grab for him but he was small enough he took off leaving them in his dust. He could hear them shouting at him from behind but that just made him only run faster, the face of his father glowing in his mind pushing him to run.
Then something made him stop and turn back. Reggie. But he couldn't see the two NYPD's or Reggie for that matter. Bosco come to the conclusion he was better off leaving and going back to Reggie's apartment later on. But when he turned he slammed right into somebody's stomach and fell backwards landing hard onto the ground. When he looked up a young male officer stood in the way as a black chubby cop came up from behind.
"Whatcha' you get?"
"Looks like we found our runaway."
Gulping air Bosco watched as the young one picked him off of the ground keeping a firm grasp on his arm as he was directed to the squad car. Bosco wanted to protest but the man was to big for him and there was no getting away from the trained cop.
"Come on young man, your father has been worried sick."
As Bosco was placed into the police car he murmmurs as the vehicle door slammed shut with a deafening sound.
"I'm sure he is."
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"Son thank God you were found don't ever scare me like that again."
Those are the words Marcus Boscorelli spoke when Maurice Boscorelli was brought back. He couldn't believe they were believing this man who was lying through his teeth. Bosco thought his father was the worst actor especially in the department of pretending to care about him. Yet once again they believed every single word that came out of his mouth and because of that his fate was sealed.
"No problem, we are glad he is safe and home were he should be, the streets of New York is no place for a young man like himself."
"Thank you again, I didn't even catch your name Officer…"
"People call me Candyman, and my partner," looking back and nodding his head "is Sullivan."
"Not sure how to thank you, I don't know what to say."
They smiled lightly then walked away as the prison cell of the apartment door slammed shut in front of Bosco's face.
He could of made another attempt, run for it, the window anything but Bosco knew his father would be on him so fast there would just not be enough time.
So all he could do was stand tall and not show any fear and awaited his punishment that he knew was going to come, and it did.
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"So did you do it?"
"Yep."
"I'm so happy for you, when are you and Susan planning on it?"
"Sometime next year."
"That's so great, Debbie will be very happy to hear this."
"Thanks Doc."
Doc glanced down the road to see somebody running out into the street waving their hands over their head to get their attention. Stopping the rig Doc rolled down the window as they came running up out of breath.
"Little kid, he's in bad shape."
The ambulance came to a halt and with that both medics grabbed their medical gear and followed the guy to their victim of pain.
They both reached the kid and turned him over. The blood caked his face, bruises could be seen partially through the gore that covered his features.
"You know how long he's been here?"
"No man, I found him like this and called you guys." The man said staring down on the medics as they worked on the kid.
"How is he,…is he going to be okay?"
Jerry looked up as he pulled an IV out of the bag.
"We won't know for sure till we get him to the hospital."
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"What you have Doc?"
"Young male, lacerations along the neck, internal bleeding in the abdomen, may have a ruptured spleen, as well as broken ribs along with a severe concussion."
As they wheeled the boy and Nurse Procter took control of the gurney she took a harder glance at the patient and she could feel her entire gut drop.
"Hey Doc, where did you say you found him?"
"Over by the park, near 128 street."
"Doc I want you to call the police."
Procter began cleaning the wounds as she talked to the paramedic.
"Please."
"Sure, I will."
He then took his gurney out and stopped at the front desk where Jerry was beginning the paperwork.
"Let me do that, I'll see you in the bus."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I have to do something."
"Okay."
Jerry then took the gurney from Doc and left, leaving Doc to reach over the counter and pick up the phone to call the 55th Precinct over to Mercy Hospital.
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The two officers walked into Angel of Mercy not sure what they had coming to them, or what they would be doing, not much was talked about they were just sent there.
"Whatch'a got for us Doc?"
Sully asked with an almost bounce to his step as he came up to the medic who was looking down at the paperwork filling it out.
Glancing up at the arrival of the two cops he then pointed and saying,
"Not me," he directed the attention to Nurse Procter who walked out of the room where the doors shut behind her.
"Nurse Procter." Doc then brought the paper up and shook the papers to make them neat and then walked out. As Procter came up to the two Officers jumping quickly into the conversation.
"This way gentlemen."
Then she turned and walked off leaving them only to follow her.
"So are you going to tell us what this is about?"
Procter did not answer their question, just simply made them follow her to the Children Intensive Care where in a room a boy was hooked up to all sorts of different kind of machines helping his body to heal.
"Crap."
Walking over she checked the vitals of the young man who stayed asleep because of all the drugs that kept him under. Then when she was done quietly shut the door looking at both of the two cops.
"I'm ashamed to say I know this boy very well. Always coming in with something broken. Why God I ask that I didn't see it, or catch it before but I have now and I'm not going to stand here and see it happen again."
Procter was done then she noticed the looks that had fallen onto the cops faces.
"What?"
John Sullivan reluctantly told her.
"We were told in role call a boy had gone missing a day before," pointing his finger at the closed door "was the runaway, we returned him." Sully stopped no longer knowing how to continue, realizing he just helped a child get the living shit kicked out of him, helped a monster do that to a kid who didn't deserve it.
"So gentlemen what do you propose to do about Maurice Louis Boscorelli?" Nurse Procter asked. The two officers looked at each then back at the nurse.
TBC….
Flying Purple Pig – yeah poor bosco he going through the wringer but like I said I wanted to write a story where it explained what would make him go this far. I am very happy that your liking it so much and thank you so much for your wonderful reviews you have given me.
Yammy – Well I guess its safe to say you know now who this mysterious friend is ;). Hoped you liked.
Faith in Faith – Awwwww thank you, glad you think that to. I can't wait to show you all the end either ;) least I have that in me head! Thanks again.
Me – Thank you, you just made my head the size of my state! I love writing behind the scenes, what makes them who they are and why they are the way they are. So thank you very much I appreciate that.
Firefly120 – Will see, you never know with me!
Once gain thanks to my reviewers, you make it all worth wild! (hugs to you all)