;) HEY GANG!!!! I"m back (plays eminem song) I can't believe this story is still able to come out of me! Hmmm doesn't sound right but anyways here is your new installment and thanks for all your love and support I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart! So hope you enjoy it! :) Thanks Malinda for all your help!
Chapter 8 – Inside and Out
Faith Mitchell opened the door to her apartment and flipped the light on revealing it to the person standing behind her, that she never thought in her wildest dreams be coming into her home, Maurice Louis Boscorelli.
She closed the door behind him, locking the deadbolts so nobody could get in uninvited, and turned back around to see Bosco standing by her couch looking around.
Bosco looked around, noticed the few DVD"s that were naturally women movies thinking to himself that he rather sit through a pedicure then have to sit and actually watch one of those god awful things. Always to predictable and always had this uncanny ability to make him want to throw up. The house was almost Martha Stewert, then again everything looked like that to Bosco's empty house, with one bed on the ground and very few possessions.
"Typical." He mumbled and then glanced over at the entertainment center and slowly walked over so not to jar his ribs and other parts that were reminding him they didn't like to much movement.
Faith walked over and gently grabbed the photo and smiled seeing it was of her two children.
"Oh this," nodding to the picture "is my two babies, that's Emily and that's Charlie."
"Cute, they look just like you." Faith caught the roll of his eyes. She shrugged it off and rubbed her finger gently over Emily's face and then put it back, exactly where she got it.
"So, where are they?"
Faith turned and watched as Bosco sat down on the sofa.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, where are they? They're your kids why aren't they here, they spending the night somewhere?"
Faith got nervous, she may have let this man into her house but that didn't mean she was ready for him to be asking very personal questions. She walked past and pointed to the kitchen.
"You hungry?"
"No."
She continued to walk towards the kitchen as she talked.
"Well I am so don't mind me."
"I couldn't careless but you still haven't answered my question and that's very rude."
"Maybe I don't want to tell you, ever think of that?"
"Your such a typical woman."
Bosco shook his head and threw his feet up on the coffee table, not caring if he scuffed it up or put dirt on it. Faith immediately walked back to where Bosco was sitting.
"I'm a what?"
"You heard me plain and clear, you're like every woman I know….ask questions and expect them to be answered, but if somebody asks you a question, you get all huffy and puffy."
Faith looked down. Then back at Bosco.
"Fine, you want to know, they're with their father, I'm lucky if I seem them every month, usually I'm not." She thought for a second and her eyebrows frowned in confusion. "Wait, I told you this all ready, remember, in the hospital."
Looking up to the ceiling Bosco opened his mouth then closed it with a snap and stared back at Faith.
"You know how much morphine I had pumped in me? You could of told me you were Jesus Christ and I would of believed you."
"I hardly think not."
Shaking her head, Faith wondered how much crap Bosco had smoked because she could remember that day perfectly. He'd got all defensive with her when she had asked him who beat the shit out of him. Turned out it was his best friend, his only friend, and now he was acting like it didn't even happen. Great, she thought, I got a guy who opens up but then denies it and pretends it never happens.
"Look, I'm getting tired and I want to go to sleep."
"I thought you were hungry?"
Faith now took her turn and rolled her eyes.
"I'm a grown woman I can change my mind, look you can sleep either in my kids room or sleep on the couch, your choice."
"I'm fine here."
"Okay, goodnight then."
She began walking towards her own bedroom when Bosco stopped her once again with his voice.
"You quit, didn't you?"
Throwing her hands up in the air and letting them slap against her thighs she turned around.
"Quit what?"
"Your marriage, the way I see it you quit. Things turned sour so you gave up."
That temper Faith had was starting to show up once again and she was having a very hard time keeping it in check, and it was always Boscorelli pushing the boundaries with it.
"You don't even know me and what it was like to be married to Fred!"
"Yeah but judging by your personality. That you're a cop? Your one of those, 'I'll take charge and to hell with anybody else.' I bet he got sick of it and instead of trying to work it out, you quit."
Shaking her head she almost let out a laugh, "oh and this coming from a man who does dope, and who probably can't even keep a woman."
"Yeah but if I really wanted to, I bet you this, I would at least try and make it work, not quit the first sign of trouble."
Faith's inner being wanted to scream, fall to the floor and just about do everything that wasn't adult. He did it again! He made her stop, and completely flip everything around and make her see a completely different light, and it was PISSING HER OFF! She ended up not saying anything and just turning back around slamming her door and falling onto her bed.
She lay there for many hours just going over what happened with Fred, when did it turn bad, why did it turn bad, how come they couldn't fix it? Tears began to well up in her eyes at one point when she realized, there was a part of her that very much indeed still loved Fred very much and never truly let him go. Only problem, how did Fred feel?
Then her mind would go back to Bosco. How could a man be so unreadable. Be so defensive, not wanting to ever let you in, never wanting you to read him and then come out with some kind of brilliant bit of knowledge, like he knew how everything worked and had the secret to life and only was willing to share it when he felt it was necessary.
When sleep was still not coming to her she pounded her fists into the mattress. When she nearly gave up completely on getting any sleep tonight, it did and the last thought on her mind was, how did things get so screwed up that she couldn't even begin to comprehend a way to fix it?
Bosco walked into the cemetery. He was standing in front of a tombstone but the words were to blurry to read. As he got closer and closer he could start to make them out. He tried closing his eyes hoping he wouldn't have to see this, not relive it but his feet wouldn't stop on command and as the lettering came into view, Mikey stepped out from beyond his grave.
His stomach began to come up to his throat, this was the dream he had practically every night, he knew every word by heart but it didn't make it any easier on him.
"Thanks a lot Bro! Killed mom but that wasn't good enough was it? Had to kill me as well."
"That's not what happened and you know it."
Inwardly he was rolling his eyes. Half the time he expected his mind to have Mikey start saying "we all float down here," from the Stephen King book, IT. Next would come his mother and then he would finally wake up.
But that's not what happened this time. Something grabbed him from behind and in his foggy mind he couldn't turn around to see it. He started to buck widely trying to get away from the grasp and then the hot breath on his neck made him stop. He began to squirm again, but he could no longer move, held in place, when the voice that had grabbed him talked. The voice purring almost as though he was the mouse and his unknown assailant was the veracious cat.
"Your not going anywhere, son."
This made Bosco scream and thrash even harder and before he knew it everything blurred and he was back in the real world. He did not have enough time to realize this as he felt somebody still holding onto him. Making him kick and punch out, to fall off the small couch and land hard on the floor as he rolled to the side. He heard a scream and realized that scream was his own, fear and pain combined.
When he could finally breath normally again and his heart wasn't threatening to jump out of his chest he turned to see Faith looking down at him.
What, haven't you ever seen anybody have a nightmare before?"
"Yes, but never to the degree they tried to take my head off in the process." She replied back with an almost twitch of her lips into a smirk, but she held it for her eyes told another story they showed the sign of concern and worry. Did Bosco catch this? No, because in reality he could not give a shit if you cared or not.
Bosco finally picked himself up from the floor when he suddenly realized he was sprawled on. He carefully stretched a few sore limbs.
"Will you stop staring at me,….didn't anybody tell you that's rude?"
"Didn't anybody tell you not to be so rude to the person that's giving you a roof over your head?"
Faith bit her tongue when she realized she spoke outloud. She'd intended to say nothing at all, she knew a tiny bit of detail behind Boscorelli's life, enough to know that he didn't have it easy and to say something like that was surely a bit of a low blow. She watched his face and for a split second that wall he put up so protectively dropped and she saw the stab of pain lit in his eyes, but as soon as that wall had faltered it was as quickly back up and she could almost see a fire in Bosco's eyes.
"Well then Queen can I take a shower?"
"Yes, do us both a favor."
When Bosco stared at her she snorted and then lightly so not to hurt him, shoved his arm.
"You need to learn to lighten up! Get your pants out your ass, Bosco."
Faith turned and walked away into the kitchen to make some morning breakfast. Bosco watched her for a while shook his head and thought 'women.' He turned and slowly so not to jar his ribs made it to the bathroom and closed the door.
Faith walked out to make sure he really was in the bathroom and wasn't coming out before she picked up the phone. She began to dial the number then hung it up. She couldn't believe she was doing this, she knew she was going to talk herself out of it if she didn't do it NOW! Pacing a few times she quickly picked up the phone and redialed, listened, her heartbeat in her ears, she was just about to hang up when the phone picked up. She thought, for how long it took, maybe it wasn't the best to be calling so early.
"Hello?"
"Hey Fred."
"Faith?" Fred had been sleeping, and with one hand wiped away the sleep out of his eyes, and sat up so he could have a clearer voice.
"Yeah, I know I'm calling early…"
"Hold on let me get the kids." Thinking that was the only reason she be calling so early, they'd be up watching Saturday cartoons.
"No, actually its you I want talk to." Faith nervously began to twist the phone cord in between her fingers.
"Oh…," Fred looked around his room, not remotely ready for this. "Okay….what do you want…to talk about?" It was hard to get the words out, not sure what to even say to that.
"I know this sounds weird, but I don't really think it's a good conversation to hold over the phone, and I'd like to see you if that is at all possible, maybe for lunch or something?"
"Errr yeah…hold on," He quickly had to think if anything would get in the way, games or school events but nothing came to mind, "That be great."
They hung up after they made the arrangements of where they were going to meet and at what time. She realized her face was beaming when Bosco came out with his hair all pointing out each and every way.
"What are you smiling about?"
TBC…..
Response's To My Reviews
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