Once again thanks to my reviewers (comments are at the bottom like always)
Big thanks goes out to Malinda and listen to me talk and correcting for me!
I can't think if there anything I should be addressing, oh yeah! If you noticed I changed Bosco's father to his real name, it bothered me so I changed it ;).
Chapter 6 – Past Enemies
"Its good to see you son, grown up a little haven't ya?" Anthony looked at him and then laughed, "Not much though I have to say, get that from you mom's side of the family." Counting on the fact his son would be paralyzed he quickly used that to his advantage. He quickly landed a blow to Bosco's unprotected stomach which immediately brought the young man to his knee's, with the broken ribs not agreeing to such treatment.
Then bringing his fist back he let it fly and struck Bosco on his right eye sending him crashing backwards, hitting the wall. He then crumbled in a dead heap at the base of it. For right above the eye there is a pressure point, with enough force and the right accuracy you not only leave your victim with a nice shiner you also render them unconscious.
Looking around to make sure nobody had just witnessed what he had done, he lifted his limp son and carried him down the alley and dumped him into the trunk of his car. Before slamming the trunk down to shut out the only escape, he smiled.
"Daddy's bringing you home.…for good."
With that he slammed the trunk and got in the car and drove off, with nobody to tell the tale of what just occurred in the dark alley of New York City.
"You would assume he would come home sometimes." Stated Ross. They had been placed there after losing him when giving chase and now they had to sit there watching. It was pretty obvious how he felt, sitting there with a big sign over the NYPD squad car saying 'We're Right Here, Run Away!'
"Yeah but if you were him,"
"Which I'm not thank God." Ross immediately defended himself on that one, he couldn't even imagine being such a low life.
Faith turned and glared at her partner. If there one thing she couldn't stand, it was being interrupted before she could finish what she had to say. Ross caught the glare she was giving him.
"What?"
"Can I finish?"
Ross put his hands up. "By all means, finish." He rolled his eyes.
"Like I was saying, if you were him, and you knew the cops knew hanging out where you lived, would you come home?"
"No I'd be clear to Michigan by now."
"My point exactly."
Things went quiet for a few seconds but Ross interrupted that silence not wanting to stay like that, for he was one that liked to fill the space with either a song or his own talking.
"So does that mean we're done?"
Faith sighed and nodded her head yes. Sometimes she wondered why she couldn't be blessed with a smarter partner. Well, things could always be worse, Boscorelli could be a cop.
Everything was disoriented. The images were blurring into one mixed blob off and on. His brother would come into his vision and as suddenly it be replaced by a hand coming down, ready to strike him. Just as Bosco began to flinch a jolt shook his body sending his body up and then slamming into something coming back down again.
Bosco tried desperately to clear his vision but all he was saw was pitch blackness, and dark spots playing around in his vision. Then as a car horn went off he suddenly realized as it came together, where he was. In the trunk of a car.
He wasn't too surprised by this turn events, it always seemed the fates or Gods, or whatever people wanted to call them, were always laughing at him. Mocking him as he got one bad thing after the other. If something actually came along that was good, Bosco was sure he would have a heart attack.
The confrontation with his father came back to Bosco and the trunk seemed a lot smaller all of a sudden. As though the walls of it where only inches from his body and closing around him. He felt his heart begin to pound, hearing it in his eardrums as the adrenaline in his body rose. He looked for anything to use against his father but, there was nothing he could use as a weapon, his father had cleaned it out completely.
He didn't have to wait long though for as he had been looking, his father was turning into the small alleyway and coming to a stop. Bosco could hear the door, could hear the heavy footsteps of his father as he came around to open the trunk. As it opened Bosco was ready, but however so was his father. A gun was pointed at his face, the hammer coming down.
"Try it, I dare you." His father snarled.
Putting his hands up a little ways he carefully moved out of the car when he was motioned to and began making his way towards the apartment. He looked around hoping somebody might be witnessing this. That he was being lead by gun-point into a building, but nothing. Keeping his hands up he opened the door and walked into the threshold of the apartment. All he could smell was the familiar odor of alcohol spilled by his father in an earlier drunken state. The molding of food that been left months to rot on plates left unwashed.
"Keep moving!"
He could hear the door slam shut and it almost appeared as though the entire house shuttered. As if the fact he was being trapped in a house with a complete and utter mad man was something it pitied. The gun lead him to a door and his father reached ahead of him and opened the door for him. Bosco peered downstairs, swallowing the acid that threatened to make him retch.
He didn't know how it was possible, how it could get even darker then it all ready was but it was like the dark was trapped down there and never seen light so if it ever did it would swallow it whole never letting the precious warmth out. He did NOT want to go down there.
Bosco made a choice. Be killed here or be killed later. Then somehow he knew what was coming. A vicious shove that would send him tumbling down to the pits of the basement, so he did the only natural thing, he grabbed on to something, and that something was his father.
Everything was slow mo. One second it was going to fast and the next it was going slow mo. He felt every hit, every time his head hit a stair or the railing and exploded in pain. Felt his body hit the pavement at the bottom but he could not register it anymore, couldn't register what had just occurred.
Couldn't understand why it felt like his lungs were on fire and why he couldn't get sweet oxygen to his body. The fact his father who was much bigger then his son and had more weight on him was laying unconscious, and dead to the world. And on top of him.
Everything inside of Bosco told him not to give up the fight, to keep awake, if he didn't it really would be the end. He surely knew he wouldn't get out of this one but that fight was useless for he soon was sent to his own dark world where his body didn't know the meaning of pain.
Faith sat there in one of her chairs as her kids sat on the couch just staring into outer space, or actually at the ceiling. They were bored, that was definitly obvious. But what could she do with them? At a time she use to know exactly what she was going to do, where they would go, how they spend their time together. Only that was in the daydream world, and things just don't work out that way.
"So how's school going for you?"
Emily shrugged. Faith sighed and looked around again.
"I wanna move here." Faith caught her breath and looked at her son Charlie.
"You can't." Emily said before her mother could intervene.
"Why not?" Charlie looking at his sister, and then his own mother for support.
"Because sweety, its just doesn't work that way."
"Well it sucks."
"Charlie."
"It does." Charlie was still to young to understand why parents separate or why they don't live with each other while other families do.
"Hey," getting the kids attention "I got an idea."
"What?" Charlie getting all ready excited.
"How about we go to a movie, and then walk around some of Manhattan, go see the statue and other stuff like that?"
Emily just shrugged and mumbled a sure, Charlie was all for it and that put a smile on Faith's face to see that at least one of her kids was somewhat happy and thrilled to be in her presence.
Bosco woke up with a jerk. It took him a few moments to clear the vision that was laid out before him, for he learned really quickly that moving the head, equals nausea and fell like shit. So until that went away he was left with trying to figure what happened. The haze surrounding his mind had made sure to cloud over what had transpired. As well as why he was hanging from one of the pipes in the basement.
It might have felt like an eternity but it only been a few minutes since Bosco had woke from his stupor and found that he was handcuffed and suspended, so after finding this out he slowly came up off of his wrists supporting his weight with his feet.
Inhaling slowly he could feel his ribs screaming in protest of the treatment they've been giving the last couple of hours. The doctor's words came into his mind "relax and stay on the couch". He guessed he was being a bad patient but that's what he did best, ignored the rules and do it his way.
The heavy footsteps was like a sucker punch to his lower stomach, his father. His father had woken up before him after he taken them down the stairs. He hadn't gotten away he was trapped. With that doom burning inside his skull, like a storm just about to erupt Bosco snapped and he became wild. He began jerking against the handcuffs, pressing into them using all his weight to try and break the pipe. Thrashing about, he even tried to bring his own feet up to the pipe but that only caused him to wheeze heavily and his ribs to tell him to do otherwise.
By the end of it Bosco was left with bleeding wrists. The skin opened by his pulling and turning. Breathing heavily and sweating he gave up with a huff. Hearing the footsteps knowing his father was walking around freely and it would be only a matter of time before he came downstairs.
Time would go by slowly till the creek of the door swinging open and the footfalls would penetrate the darkness of the basement. Bosco looked up blinking his eyes to try and clear the vision of being trapped in pitch blackness. The sound of his heavy breathing coming down to meet Bosco, a sound only a monster could make. How true was that, a monster was coming down those steps. There was nothing he could do defend himself from it, he was completely and utterly defenseless.
Bosco willed himself not to be scared that he was much older now, and adult not a small child. He could better hid his emotions, not show his father that he was in control of any part of his life. Not show him that nothing else mattered that in this world he was God. Bosco a puppet or that it was only a matter of time before "God" decided to cut the puppet's strings and the puppet knew it.
Bile began to rise up in his throat. his legs threatening to collapse from out from underneath him as he began to lose hope. The hope that Bosco had thought was still there, that he was going to make it through this that he would get out of this, had just died.
Anthony had changed. Not a whole lot but he had some fresh scars, and some old ones that littered his face and if Bosco didn't know any better, this man was even colder then the last time he saw him. Though he wasn't even sure how that was possible. The reek of alcohol was pouring out every crack on the man's body.
He found himself not allowing his eyes to meet his father's, almost wishing the man in front of him was not his own flesh and blood. His father grabbed him by the hair viciously. Jerking his head in a angle so he was having to look right into the cold face of his father.
"Do you have any idea what YOU did to me?"
As much as this man had put him through, as much as he got thrown around by him and abused. Treated as though he was nothing but dirt under his father's feet. Every night scared of what his anger would bring, what beating he would get next or what broken arm or what excuse he have to come up with, but even through all that he was able to smirk. He spoke for the first time.
"I don't know, give me a hint,….I'm really bad with guessing games."
His father snarled in response letting him go only to land a blow to Bosco's unprotected abdomen. The metal clinked and ripped further into his skin as his legs betrayed him and gave out. The blood flowing to trickle and run down his forearms, leaving little trails behind.
After a few seconds Bosco was able to compose himself and lift himself up, as he studied his father. He then let out a laugh, the laugh sounding more like a sigh, hard to produce a laugh when your stomachs been hit with something full force. Before Anthony could ask Bosco what could be so possibly funny, Maurice Boscorelli told him.
"I know what happened." Grinning wryly at him. "Word got out you were a child abuser I bet and you got…" his words where directly cut off when his father slamming his fist full force into his mouth began to pound on him. Whatever self-control Anthony had maintained and kept, Bosco had just broken.
Every blow was taking Bosco closer and closer to sweet obliviousness of unconsciousness but just when he thought he would be rewarded and lose his sense of awareness it stopped.
"I may be drunk," his father breathing heavily as though he been through an intense workout. Which he had, the punching bag he'd just worked out on that happened to be Bosco. His father continued to talk, "but your not getting off that easy."
He then backslapped Bosco, causing his head to swing to the side and then drop heavily down onto his chest.
"Stay there." His father spoke, laughing at his own joke and then with that he walked away.
Bosco never did hear him leave, he had finally with the last blow gotten his wish as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Faith listened to the silence of the apartment. Not even the noises that kept the city awake and never let it sleep could destroy this peaceful sound of silence. At times like these, it was very hard to even imagine that her kids were in the apartment, sleeping only a few feet away from her.
So she would find herself walking as soundlessly she could and the door all ready being opened she would stare in on them. Watching as they turned in their sleep, mumbling soft words under their breaths as they fantasized the dreams of whatever their imaginations could come up with.
If she had to do it all over again, she would have fought harder, made it so she could have them longer, see and hear them breath and just be by their side as they grew up right in front of her eyes. But they weren't growing up in front of her eyes, every time she saw them they were changed somehow, in some way that she had no part in helping come about. All she could say to herself was, could' a, should' a, would' a.'
Shutting the door to their room she made it back to the living room and plopped down. Insomnia wasn't common in her family, or so she thought. She believed where it came from was the job, because before she could sleep at the drop of the hat, go to the blessed dreams whenever she felt like it. Now it was a struggle, an endless and pointless one, sleep would only come now when her body could take no more and was to exhausted to continue.
Sleep though would find Faith, though she wasn't sure when it happened because next thing she knew a knock was at her door and it was late in the morning. By the time it registered into her brain which was just still waking up, the sound of footsteps hurriedly running towards it as one of the children threw it open had already replaced the knocking.
"Daddy!"
Faith scratched her scalp of matted hair that she been laying on. Hair that was poking out each way imaginable. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she stood up and watched as Fred walked through the door and Emily stayed close by like at any moment he'd disappear. 'Great,' her thoughts distressed, 'now he's gonna think I neglected them.'
"Hello, Fred."
"Hey."
They both looked at each other for a few seconds and then at the same time broke eye contact trying to find something else to look at, trying not to look so uncomfortable in front of one another. The awkward silence lasted until Charlie saved the day by walking in but he noticed how uneasy it was for the two adults to be near one another. Fred saw Charlie and suppressed a smile.
"Hey kiddo, ready to go?"
"Whatever."
Charlie then walked out of the room and back into the room he shared with Emily.
Fred watched where Charlie been standing only a few seconds trying to understand his son's reaction and then finally caved in.
"I'll just….be waiting downstairs."
Emily had her things all ready and was out the door with Fred, it was like she hadn't even unpacked her clothing. As the door slammed, Faith held back the sudden feeling of wanting to cry. She never thought in her wildest dreams that her own children would act as though they wouldn't care if she disappeared off the face of the planet. Well, it seemed Charlie would care but Emily, that was whole different story.
Taking a very deep breath she walked into the room that her son was in, sitting on the bed and looking out the window. Faith wasn't sure what to say really, she was desperately trying to think of something but her son did it for her.
"I don't wanna go."
Those pesky tears were threatening to come again but she held them back and walked over and sat beside her son. She looked down at her own feet and then finally looked at Charlie.
"I know sweety, I don't want you to go either, but I'll see you next time when you visit."
"NO," Charlie's voice growing almost angry but softened quickly as he turned to his mother, "I don't want to wait."
She wanted nothing more that to hold on to her son and never let go because she felt if she didn't let go, then maybe he would stay the same and never get any older. He turned his head but at that angle he couldn't hid the fact his lip was beginning to tremble, and he was fighting to hold back his tears. Reaching over she grabbed him into a hug and kissed his hair, soothingly rubbing his back.
"Maybe, this summer we can work something out. How's that?"
Charlie pulled away looking at his mother, trying to see if she was trying to fool him, but he knew better to then to think that and his eyes got big and it was almost like a glow filled his face.
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
He then embraced her and hugged her tightly, almost a little to tightly but that didn't matter to Faith.
"I love you Mom."
"I love you to Charlie."
With that they pulled away and she smiled. Then Fred came into her mind and she nodded her head, "Come on, your father's waiting….I'll walk you down."
Charlie looked around and then shook his head, Faith holding her son as they went down the stairs. She said her goodbyes. Fred was the last one, her kids in the backseat of the Ford Cherroke Jeep.
"Drive safe."
"Always….take care of yourself."
Fred then got into the car started it up and pulled away. She waved her arm until she could no longer see them and then crossing her arms as though it just gotten suddenly cold, she turned back to the apartment building muttering, "I need a drink."
Bosco woke up this time to a very, very, annoying dripping sound. He didn't know exactly where it was coming from for the basement was still too dark, but it was close enough he could hear even the water as it hit make a soft plunk sound. It was like the Chinese water torture and it was driving him INSANE! This was by fair worse when the guy was snoring and stuck in the hospital.
Trying to ignore the sound of the water he waited and listened for his father. Waiting for anything, he was only met with the water, drip, drip, drip. Bosco assumed either the man was so drunk he had finally passed out, or had actually gone to work. "Yeah right," Bosco picked the first one.
Slowly once again he came off his throbbing wrists that he been hanging on, trying not to damage them more as the metal clung to them. The blood drying making it stick to them.
Then as he shifted his weight he felt it. His eyes about popped out of their sockets. The pipe had moved. It was weak! Maybe just maybe it could be broken or something which would help him. He tried to move the pipe as a test, hoping it wasn't some vicious trick of his messed up mind, some kind of false hope. Grabbing with both hands he jerked the pipe and with one hard jerk to the right he felt it shift.
The pipe he was attached to was loose. Bosco began jerking side-to-side using any and every amount of energy he had left in his weakened state. But after a short while he realized it just wasn't budging! It was a cruel trick! To make him think he would escape this horror he was in.
Beginning to know his body's limits he stopped and more by accident he shifted just to the left and a loud pop sounded out in the basement. Then he was falling onto the hard cement floor. Water began to spray everywhere, drenching him like a drown rat. But that was by far his least of worries.
At first he began to run up the stairs but looking upwards stopped. He was scared that if he opened that door his father would be sitting right there or standing near it and that would be the end of this game. Instead he came back downstairs, squinting into the darkness and moved around the basement till he saw it. A small light that was not visible to him from where he had been tied up, but it was now penetrating just enough for him to find it. He began to push the stuff away and ripped away the covering that had made sure it always seemed to be the death of night in the cellar. As he began to open the window a sound vibrated throughout the entire house. A door was opening and it was the basement door.
Bosco's heart leapt right into his mouth. For a full horrifying second he couldn't move, his body could not function. Hearing footsteps on the stairs broke that paralyzing fear and he began ferociously to work at the window but it wasn't happening, his fingers kept slipping, the blood caked on them was making the task seemingly impossible. His father's feet were getting closer and closer to the bottom of the stairs. Louder and louder as he came down. Desperately not wanting to be caught Bosco reared back and shattered the window with his fist.
He didn't even feel the pain as the glass cut new gashes into his wrist, opened new wounds. All that mattered to him was getting out. Getting out and getting away before his father got to him. He heard his father reach the last step.
Climbing quickly through the glass, glass that grabbed at him cutting into him. He could feel the air, feel the sun as it touched his face and hair; then his foot was jerked back.
"Where do you think YOUR going son?"
Bosco's mind was screaming to do something to get away from this man he once called his father. Anthony was using all his strength to drag him back in. Bosco was using all his to stay outside. But his father was winning. He could feel the fight within him draining quickly. He hung on for dear life to the window still.
Then with one last moment to spare he took his free foot and brought it forward and slammed it backward right into his father's face. When at first his father didn't let go he repeated the motion and slamming force till he felt his father release him as he fell away. He dropped almost back into the house itself from the suddenness of the freedom. But hanging tight he instead scrambled out of the opening turning as he paused a moment, to see his father on the floor.
"Kiss my ass Dad!"
Bosco turned around and ran for all he was worth.
(55th Precinct)
"You should have seen the look on her face, I mean the woman actually thought we could repair her cable." Sully said as he rested his forearm on the front desk, talking to Stick. Davis his partner was writing up the paperwork as Sully talked about their latest encounter with the nice society folk of New York City.
"What did she day?"
"Well lets just say she wasn't happy with me or the cable company."
Stick laughed, "Your too good Sullivan." He was about to add onto that when something he saw over Sully's shoulder got his attention. A man walked into the Precinct looking like he was in dire need of medical treatment. Cops passing stopped and stared at the man, but the man didn't seem to notice them. He just came straight up to the front desk.
Davis finished and looked up to see Stick looking at something which made him in return turn around and look. To see Bosco looking ready to collapse right there in the station. As Bosco was walking up to them Davis nudged Sully who gave him a dirty for elbowing him, until he saw the shocked look on Davis's face. Turning his own face turned to shock as he saw Bosco covered in fresh bruises and cuts, blood scrapped and fresh. Prompting him to remark...
"Oh crap."
"Is Officer… Mitchell..here?" Bosco clearly out of breath, staggering a bit.
"Sir, you should be getting checked out at the hospital. Davis go get the medics." Stick looked at Davis who didn't even wait to see if the man wanted help he was out the door and going across the street.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Bosco getting furious, he wanted to speak to the only cop he actually could speak to, and they weren't helping him, instead they wanted to patch him up. Blinking hard he frowned, looking as if he wasn't completely aware of where he was. "NOW, ANSWER MY GOD DAMN QUESTION!"
One of the cops who been listening and watching spoke up.
"I believe she's off today."
"Thanks."
Bosco nodded to him and turned around, like he didn't know he'd been through hell and back. But he didn't get far, for after only a few steps he promptly passed out. Hitting the tile floor hard.
'WHERE ARE THOSE MEDICS?"
TBC….(I know, I know how dare I!)
"Me" again! – Oh its possible to screw it up. (Bosco becomes a cop, everything is normal, everybody loves him and an OC falls madly in love and they skip off into the sunset) ;) there we go! Aww but don't bow down…but thank you! I really appreciate that, (hugs to you and a lolly pop)
FlyingPurplePig – Glad you liked the seriousness and comical mix. Not much in this chapter. I think it get more serious as it goes, which I'm not usually into but I think that's the nature of the story. Glad you think the flashbacks work, that always makes me happy, that it works well! Thank you again for your review!
Yammy – What to do with you! I don' deserve the 2 reviews! Glad you could reread it. Sully is the man! ;) Hoped you liked this round, had to add some torture to Bosco! Just can't let him get by to long, just not humanly possible! Thanks again!
Ranger webb – Where am I going to take this? I know, but I'm not telling. What will happen next? I really don't know, lol that is the only problem. Thank you for the reply, ;).
Firefly120 – No flashback this time and I don't know if anymore will come now that he is all grown up, maybe I'll slip one here and there, but will see glad you liked them and thanks!
Karen – Awww thanks, glad you like em, and I am so happy beyond words to tell you how it means to me to say that. I really wanted it to show why he became the way he did, what would drive a person, drive them to that brink to make them the criminal. So thanks.
FaithinFaith – Sorry it was sad, and funny at the same time must have been confusing emotions. Naaa yeah sometimes I write this and think, what am I thinking, man I'm messed up person for even thinking this. Glad I have you still wanting to know where this will end, and you probably should be worried for all you know Aliens could come down and aducted him ;). Heheh, thank you!
Thumper – my dear thumper! You STALKER! Just kidding, you know I love to do that to you, your just to easy to do it to (hugs and then knocks you over) ;) (grins) Thank you for reminding me and your to good, I don't deserve yah! Thanks (hugs)
THANKS guys! Oh this was a treat really was so thank you very much. It really does help, I get these and I'm like I have to finish I have to finish and it drives me, so thank you thank you and you all (hugs) now I better run off and start the new chapter!