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Once again this story has some good old fashion cussing so those who get offended by it BEWARE! 

(hides behind her big fat German Shepherd) watch out he bites!  Okay I'm sorry it took me some time, but blame it on work so here it is so enjoy and yep that's about it ;)! 

Chapter 4-Not Your Friend

          Bosco woke up with a startle.  He had pictured his father reaching down to grab him, to do him bodily harm.  Then woke up to find that nobody was there to injure him. 

          He yawned and wanting to try to get back to sleep he turned over but something cracked the silence, snoring that could make even the walls crumble.  His wonderful roommate right next to him was making the dreadful noise and now Bosco was stuck listening to it. 

          At first he tried ignoring it, trying to go to sleep, then when that didn't work he put the pillow over his head putting his hand over it and trying to shove the pillow into his ear, trying to deafening the sound.  When his tolerance level went to the point he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed the glass cup and flung it as hard as he could muster, hitting the target dead on. 

          The other patient woke up, disoriented to what was going on and why his head was hurting.  He then looked over at Bosco and then at the cup that lay on his chest, the thing that had woke him from his peaceful and beautiful slumber.  Questing it, Bosco then replied. 

          "Look, your snoring could wake up the fucking dead in the East River, here's a hint, KNOCK IT OFF!" 

          With this outburst the young man almost looked as though he was about to break into a crying fit.  Seeing this Bosco not being able to take of the sight of it did not hesitate to rip the IV right out of his arm and walk out of the shared room. 

          The time of the night, it was eerily quiet as he walked down the lone corridors, he didn't even really notice any nurses but as he let his feet do the walking, he found himself in front of the Children Intensive Care Unit, not even meaning to be there.  The memory coming like a movie playing out in front of his eyes, came to him of Proctor smiling down on him with that warm glow about her that made him yearn that from his so called family.  The room he woke up in. 

          "Everything will be just fine, no one will ever hurt you again." 

          He shook the thought out of his head.  No reason to remember it, being so long ago. 

          Looking harder into the dark room he could see a mother, and hear her soft snore as she rested in a chair next to her unmoving child who was asleep on the bed.  How much he wanted that when he was younger and alone, to have somebody care for him like that.  But he knew that wasn't ever going to happen for him, even at that crucial age he knew that he would find no comfort in anybody's warm embrace.   

          Turning he walked back to his room climbed into the hospital bed and was out in no time. 

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          "Good morning Mr. Boscorelli.  Rise n shine!" 

          Bosco's eyes slightly opened then closed again. 

          "Time for your bath so come on." 

          That was enough to make Bosco practically jump onto the ceiling.  He could all ready feel himself throwing up as some over weight too cheerful nurse tried to give him or help him take a bath. 

          "Oh hellll no lady, I have just broken ribs I'm going to be outta of here real soon, I'll take one when I get home." 

          The nurse hadn't seen the IV until she walked to the otherside, seeing it running out as the tube lay on the ground. 

          "What is this?"

          "An I.V. are you sure you're a nurse, not to smart are yeah?" 

          "I know what it is young man but what is it doing out of your arm?" 

          "I don't know you tell me, maybe it…fell out."  Bosco said with a sarcastic tone. 

          "Fine then we can just strap you down sure it won't fall out then."  The nurse saying, Bosco could hear the irritation and annoyance in the nurse's once happily mood, which put Bosco into a better one for, he loved doing that to over cheerful people. 

          "Think again, can't keep me here, I'm signing out today, so nice try." 

          The nurse crossed her arms knowing that he spoke the truth patients could sign themselves out if they were well enough to stand.  The only time they could keep them against their will if they were on suicide watch and sadly for her, he wasn't. 

          "Fine then."

          She then turned and left. 

          Bosco put on the old raggedty baggy clothes that he had been found in and made it without jarring his injured ribs he made it to the front desk. 

          "Is this is where sign out?" 

          "Yep sure is." 

          Making quick with his signature he turned and was about to walk away but stopped and asked the nurse one more question before being out of their hair for good. 

          "Where do I pay for.." 

          "What is your name again?" 

          "Boscorelli." 

          It took the nurse one-minute to look down at her clipboard to find his name and then say to him,

          "Actually you been taken care of." 

          Bosco knew that was impossible, there was no way in hell Reggie would ever pay for it, he was the one that put him in there wouldn't make sense so curiosity got the best of him and he then asked but having a good thought who it could be. 

          "Who took care of it?" 

          "Umm she didn't give me her name, kind of big woman, I think she is a cop." 

          "Mitchell."  He growled under his tongue.  So now she was really getting on his nerves, doing stuff for him.  She was so insistence of helping him it almost made him sick, he didn't want it and especially from a cop like her. 

          Without an utter of thanks or have a nice day, Bosco turned and walked out of Angel of Mercy Hospital. 

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"Hey man wait up." 

          Slightly turning to see who was trying to catch with him, Bosco found that it was Reggie.  Bosco didn't stop he continued walking, almost trying to walk even faster so he couldn't catch up but in his injured state he knew that was impossible.

"What are you walking so fast, come on man." 

          Bosco just shook his head. 

"Come on, look I'm sorry."  Reggie had finally stopped walking and just stood there waiting for some kind of response from Bosco.  He did finally stop but didn't turn around.

This wasn't the first time Reggie put Bosco in the hospital, Bosco couldn't even count how many times, yet he still always came back, still hung out with him.  What always made him come back was the fact was that was all he knew, Reggie always took care of him in a lot of respects and if Reggie was out of his life, then he truly would be alone. 

Reggie watched as Bosco turn around and then in his famous smirk he always gave and said "Well what are we waiting for, I'm starvin'." 

With that Reggie walked up and slapped hands with Bosco and they continued on down the street. 

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          Faith walked into her apartment and threw her keys onto the counter, making a sound as plastic hit upon the cold tile.  The events of the early evening kept replaying over and over in her head.  She still was trying to make sense how a man could allow that to happen to himself, then again she didn't know what kind of life Boscorelli had led. 

          Sinking hard into the couch she let it cushion her body as she sat their staring off into space.  It was a few minutes before she came to her senses and decided to do something, and looking over at the answer machine noticing she had a message she heavily got up and walked over and played it crossing her arms as she intently listened. 

          "Hey Faith's its me.  I'm bringing the kids down, give me a call so I know when to drop them off."  With that her ex-husband ended the message. 

          Shaking her head Faith knew she needed to get out of the house and quick.  So that's how she actually ended up at the bar, downing a few drinks.  It was rather quite boring, listening to people drink their problems away, but that's why she was there, right?  After having to witness one fight break out between a firefighter and cop, because one decided their job was better then the other, then a cop who was crying on her shoulder about something Faith could careless she walked home. 

          She expected to go home get into bed, wake up and go to work, same old routine, that's not what she got at all.  Standing outside her apartment was Boscorelli. 

          "You just can't leave me alone, can you?"  Bosco had been sitting on the stairs, waiting for her.  She had stopped and was staring at him, there wasn't a real good way to bypass him and walk up to her apartment so she just did what she did best answer right back. 

          "Hello to you to." 

          "Am I your good deed so you can get a gold star at church because I really don't need your help!  I sure is hell don't need you paying off my hospital bill!"  Bosco had now stood up, but Faith was able to catch the strain on his battered features just to stand up without jarring his injured ribs. 

          "Is this how you thank everybody?  Because let me say, your welcome." 

          Boscorelli clenched his fists.  He wanted to scream every curse word in the book at her. 

          "Look will you just leave me alone." 

          "Want something to drink?  I got some coffee and beer in my fridge." 

          That was it, Bosco knew right then and there he didn't understand women and he surely is hell didn't understand this one.  She wasn't making any sense.  She kept changing the subject trying to be his….friend. 

          "No I don't want your beer and I don't want your shitty coffee, I came here to get you to leave me alone.  OR so help you!"  He then walked down the stairs and brushed pass her making sure he hit her shoulder as he walked away. 

          Faith waited a few beats before she turned and watched him walk away.  She knew if she kept it up she bring down those defensive walls he had put up to protect what was inside, and soon she would get to know the real Boscorelli and what made him tick.

(Next Day)

          "Mitchell you done with that report yet?" 

          Faith rolled her eyes.  She looked up from what she was doing, downsizing  the windows on the computer just incase somebody got noisy, and then spoke to her partner. 

          "Yes, but I won't if you keep harassing me." 

          Ross then turned around mumbling something under his breath but right at that moment, Faith couldn't careless.  Going back to what she was doing, she began typing in the information and then typed in search.  What came up didn't surprise her but the blow was still hard to take. 

          She read about Maurice's mother dying in the car accident, his kid brother being shot and dying so fatally.  But the next part she had to reread a couple times to make sure she was looking at it correctly. 

          "So Maurice, your father got out of prison recently?" 

          Standing up from her seat she exited out of all the windows she had created and shook her head, wondering what she should do next. 

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          "So how is your little pet project doing?" 

          Faith turned her head to glare at Ross when he spoke but she diverted her attention back to her driving. 

          "What's that suppose to mean?" 

          "Oh nothing." 

          "Yeah it is something or you wouldn't have said it Ross."  Her words where becoming harsh, if there was one thing Faith couldn't stand were having her actions be questioned, especially by Ross. 

          "It just seems….your being attached to that kid Boscorelli….he's a criminal Faith.  You should leave well enough alone, the streets will take care of scum like him." 

          "If you know what is best for you, you'll end this conversation right now." 

          "I'm just saying." 

          "Well don't."  Faith made her point across when coming to a stop she hit the breaks hard enough it jolted them. 

          Ross was about to reply to that but the radio came to life. 

          "55 David." 

          "Go ahead for 55 David."  Reaching on her radio while talking into it. 

          "55 Charlie requests your presence." 

          "Go ahead for the location." 

          Pulling away Ross looked at Faith.  "I wonder what they want." 

          "Guess the only thing is to go see." 

          55 David came to the scene with Sully standing over Bosco who was sitting on a curb with his hands handcuffed.   Davis was leaning on the hood of the car watching as motorists drove by. 

          When Bosco saw who it was he rolled his eyes. 

          "Oh great!  Why did you have to call her!" 

          "Whats the matter?  You scared?"  Sully remarked. 

          "No but I am scared your fat ass will eat me." 

          Davis immediately stood up from where he had been sitting.  He did not take very kindly of anybody dissing Sully like that and was ready to take on Boscorelli. 

          "Wanna say that again?" 

          Sully was now coming towards Davis to make sure he didn't do anything irrational.  By placing his hands in front of Davis and pushing him back a little ways.  "Davis, its all right." 

          "Yeah, listen to the fat guy." 

          Turning around pointing to Bosco, "You shut up!"  Bosco wasn't through. 

          "Or what?"  Turning around he began to show his ass,  "Oh god!  Somebody help me he going to SIT ON ME!"  Bosco yelled very loudly having some people stop and stare but then continue walking. 

          "Sully why did you call me here?"  She was really getting tired of hearing his antics and his screaming. 

          "Since we have the other guy," he nodded to the other criminal in the back of his seat "we thought we give you your favorite boy." 

          "What happened?" 

          "Looks like your boy decided to rough up ours when he didn't pay up the cash after selling some weed." 

          "You don't think I can't hear you?  I can."  Bosco said very sarcastically. 

          Davis had turned his head and was looking at Bosco.  Trying to understand why the words kept flying out of the guy's mouth.  Bosco taking notice immediately changed targets. 

          "What the hell are you looking at momma's boy?"

          "I'm looking at how nice its going to look when I put my fist into your face!"  Davis yelled stepping up and Bosco coming up onto his feet.  Sully was able to step in before Davis could do anything and Ross was grabbing Bosco by the back of his forearm but Bosco kept it up, of course. 

          "Was that a threat officer, better not be threatening me that's not very good policemen work."  While saying this Bosco made sure his voice said it as though he was serious but all of them standing there including Bosco knew that he was far from it. 

          "Come on kid." 

          Two things happened right then.  Faith was talking to Sully quietly telling him that Bosco was harmless really, that he had it hard and he was just misunderstood, the other thing was Ross had made a mistake calling Bosco, a kid. 

          "I'll show you a fucking kid!" 

          That's when Bosco turned around and kicked hard into Ross shin and then made sure he kicked him hard into the groin knocking the officer right off his feet.  With that, Bosco was off on the run. 

          All three officers were giving chase with Davis in the lead.  They had him up until Bosco took a turn and then all of a sudden he was gone.  The officers came to a stop in the alleyway without a criminal. 

          "What the hell!"  Sully yelled. 

          "He has to be here some where."  Faith said looking around. 

          With that they started searching, checking doors, looking in cars, even going as far as to check the trashcans. 

          They turned around and began walking the other way, realizing what had happened.  Bosco was able to hide and then backtrack, by the time they had realized this, he was long gone.  Coming back to the scene where Ross was still quivering in pain but using the front of the car for support Faith came up and arched her eyebrow. 

          "Happy now?" 

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          Maurice Boscorelli walked down the street.  He was very paranoid someone would stop him so any headlights he saw he would look up to see if it was  NYPD headed his way.  He had been able to give the three cops a slip, including the one that had started following him around and was able to get the handcuffs off  later.  But now he was just walking around. 

          Making his way back to his apartment to hit it for the night he walked across one of the alleyways, before he could even yell out in surprise, somebody grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the blackness that could conceal many things.  He was roughly thrown against the brick wall, then a forearm pressed against his neck, making his vision dance with little spots.  But what made his blood run cold was the voice that followed the arm. 

"Its been too long son."

TBC….

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