I bet your eyes are deceiving you, I updated rather quickly!!! Well I got some ideas and I could not stop so I hope you like this chapter I'm pretty happy with it. I do not own the song at the end, isn't mine I swear not making a profit off of it ;).
Again, no real true beta reader so lol forgive me if there some mistakes here and there.
Warning – Some bad cussing and some good old fashion violence, so just thought I let you know lol.
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Without further a due your chapter.
Chapter 11 – Family Portrait
(Past)
Bosco hid behind the car, his breathing slow and steady as he stayed crouched daring not to move. His movements were nothing but short of being close to a cat as he awaited for his prey, to make the right movement for him to pounce into a lethal attack. Silence greeted Bosco and that wasn't a sign he was looking for so he dropped to his knees, hands onto the very cold pavement, he looked under the coupé.
Nothing, and just as he was about to give up he saw tiny little feet scrambling towards his location. Intently watching, they first went left then stopped and then deciding against that course of action then turned right and began to come around the back of the car.
Getting back up onto his own two feet he then moved quickly to get into position. Leaning up against the vehicle to make sure it was harder to see him, he waited for the body to come around then he made his move.
"NYPD DON'T MOVE!"
Mikey threw his hands up into the air when he felt the pretend gun that his older brother owned being pressed up against the back of his neck.
"Come on Moe," Mikey whined, not liking the fact Bosco had gotten him and he had not won the game they always loved to play, "I'm your brother cut me some slack."
"So your point being?" There was no way Bosco was going to let Mikey off, but that didn't mean Mikey wasn't going to try and get away because Mikey then took off around the front of the car, Bosco came around the back of the vehicle to cut him off but Mikey ran for the gate that lead into the back of the house, and it was on the left side of the home.
"HEY FREEZE!"
Mikey could hear his brother, his heavy footfalls and that only made his heart skip even faster knowing if his older brother got him it be over, he threw his hands out to grab the gate and swing it open but he then quickly turned and slammed it shut locking it. He heard his brother crash into the gate for the entire thing shook and he heard Bosco let out a curse. Not wanting to spend anymore time he turned and began running but then he heard something that caught his attention. The entire fence sounded like it was coming down, so taking the chance Mikey glanced back to see his bro jumping the fence like it was nothing, like it was only a mere two feet high.
There was no way he was going to get away now, Bosco being bigger had more power in his legs and was able to catch up to the fleeing Mikey who was trying to make it to the house for sanctuary but he didn't get far for Bosco came from behind and flat out tackled him into the snow that had piled up in the backyard.
Bosco then sat on Mikey to make sure his younger brother couldn't get up; he then took Mikey's head and put his entire face into the snow, giving him a white wash. Arms and legs kicked out in protest against the coldness, and feeling like it was enough Bosco then finally let him up. Mikey then touched his face as though that would warm up his now cold, chilled face.
Just that bit of running had taken some energy in the late January weather. The two boys were huffing for some air, hot air hit the cold, making it almost appear as though the boys were smoking. Mikey did notice this after a while.
"Hey look," Mikey inhaled deeply then blew out, "I'm smoking." Copying his father and mother, that he seen them do countless times. That impersonation got a good shove from his brother. "Don't even think about smoking, or I'll kill you."
Rubbing where his brother had hit him, he then shoved Bosco who was looking up at the darkening sky.
"You'd be a good cop."
Bosco smiled dropping his head he then grabbed Mikey so Mikey's head was in his armpit so Bosco could give him a hard noogie, letting him go while speaking.
"Yeah well you'd be a good criminal."
The back porch door opened and the noise as the screen door made as it was pushed ajar, sounded like it hadn't been oiled in the last decade and was screaming for attention, but in the Boscorelli house that would be the least of things to worry about.
"Come on boys, its getting late."
Getting up they both began to walk but then looked at one another and then made it into a competition on who could make it there first, Bosco let Mikey win for a change. The door was closed, not allowing anymore of the cold air to get in that wanted so badly to suck the warmth out of the house.
Neither Bosco nor Mikey would ever know what they had acted out was a scene that was meant to happen in their lives, but would never come to pass.
(55th Precinct)
Faith walked into the locker room. The bustling that normally took place was eerily quiet. No words could be spoken in such an hour. One of their own had been taken from them. A part of you, when it happens, wants to shut down in remorse, guilty that you're still breathing and living and their not. As Faith began to put her stuff into the locker, she caught Ross's look, that was reading 'don't you ever die on me.'
She then let her gaze fall down. Ross and Faith weren't the only ones to share looks, Sully and Davis did it, and just about every other cop getting off the third watch shift, were all thinking the very same thing, what if that was me?
The whole situation was surreal, because stuff like this you're never taught about, you just hear about it from other people, not you being one who actually has to suffer through it.
No words were exchanged as Faith walked outside; she looked over at the firehouse and felt immediate remorse and guilt. The worst part of this whole thing, they had failed in doing their job, they had failed to catch Paulie Fuentes.
Over and over in her head she tried to play how they could have done it differently. They'd actually had caught up with him, 55-Eddie had located the convicted criminal but as they gave chase he disappeared into the streets. Desperately they searched him out, but it was like he'd vanished into thin air, and everybody had the same feeling that was the last time they would find him. They had lost their chance, and now they have to try and explain it to Bobby's mother, that they had allowed the killer of her son, to go free.
(Past)
Kids walked in and out of class as they went to another period most of them trying to move as fast as humanly possible, but all wishing they didn't have to. Classes meant homework and when you're a teenager, you didn't want more added onto your all ready busy schedule.
But at least most of them were making some what of a chance to try and make good grades for there were some who could gives a rat's ass if they made it to a class or not, preferably they'd rather not even be there.
Who could blame most of these type of kids, when all you've been told is that your life is not worth nothing, you wouldn't amount to anything but to be another problem on the streets police have to deal with. Your suppose mentors don't even have faith in you so how are you going to change that and use motivation to be the best that you can possibly be? So for most kids what was the point of even trying to study?
As the last bell rang Bosco was walking slowly towards class. He was still trying to decide why he even came today, then again he'd been threatened that he would loose his foster home and be ship to another one, then again that was nothing new to him. You hit a certain age and people stop caring, and they prefer you to just get a job and get out of their lives.
"Come on, not standing all day here for you Boscorelli." The teacher scolding his student, wanting to shut the door and begin class but with one of his usual troublemakers lagging behind he had to wait.
"Does it not look like I'm not coming?"
"No it doesn't, your just pulling the same shit you usually do."
High school is a completely different atmosphere then middle school or elementary, they try and put it into your mind teachers are perfect and they don't cuss. But high school teachers they know their students probably cuss to the point they make a sailor blush, and Boscorelli just rode on the nerves of his teachers. He did things just to do it in spite of them, to make them blow a blood vessel, and the more they got pissed off the more he'd enjoy himself and continue on.
"Yeah well I'm moving faster than your viagra usually does so shove it"
A glare crossed the teacher's face, as he stared down his student as he continued to walk down the hallway. If there is one thing teachers all could agree on, was that they did not like to be disrespected by the ones they were suppose to be teaching.
"Well then move your ass to detention."
With that the teacher slammed the door shut leaving Bosco out in the hallway by himself. Shrugging his shoulders Bosco turned and walked the other way but he had no intention on going to detention that would make sense and he never listened to rules anyways, he went into the boy's bathroom.
What he intended was to lit up his cigarette and wait until the next class, or hell maybe he would even skip that one to. But as he rounded the corner and was digging in his pants pocket for his lighter he was put into a situation.
There was two guys standing in the corner off in the furthest corner, but they weren't the only ones there, in between them was a younger freshman who was trapped and all ready was sporting a split lip.
"Hey."
Bosco wasn't sure why he even spoke up, in his mind he played it off as though he wanted it to be peace and quiet in the restroom. But somewhere deep down in his subconscious it was his way of standing up for somebody when nobody would do that in return for him.
The two boys turned around and looked to see Boscorelli standing there. Now the boys weren't afraid of him, but they knew Bosco could fight and fight hard if needed to, and that's not what they were interested today.
"Will finish this later," speaking to the kid behind them now, "will talk to you soon."
They then brushed past Boz making sure to hit his shoulder-to-shoulder, trying to knock him off his feet if possible but Bosco kept his feet planted.
Bosco pulled out his cigarette as the door swung shut and he lit up with the kid still standing there in a bit of shock of what had just transpired. Nervously with a shaky hand the kid wiped away the blood that was still dripping off his lip he then looked at Bosco who was leaning against one of the walls, looking like he was enjoying his cig a little too much.
"Thanks."
"Don't." Bosco said as he flicked some of the ash off into the sink and then glared at the boy.
"Don't what?" Confused as to what Bosco could be inclining for him not to speak of.
"Thank me."
The boy looked around and then back at Bosco, not completely understanding why he wouldn't like to be thanked, so he asked his next question.
"Why?"
"Because I could careless if you are getting the shit kicked out of you, I did it because I wanted it quiet in here okay, now get the hell out of here before I do start kicking your ass."
The boy immediately took the threat and bent down grabbed his books that been dropped in a panic and then ran out of the bathroom. Bosco looked into the mirror and then taking one last puff he then put the cigarette into the sink and let it fall down the drain.
(55th Precinct)
Faith walked into the office where, Detective Kinsley was standing talking on the phone, she didn't want to intrude so she stood at the door until he was finished. He nodded for her to come in as he continued the conversation on the phone.
"Thanks, uh huh, no I'll be late….no I can't tell him to shove it. Yes I love you to,"
She couldn't help but smile as he rolled his eyes and waved his hand to hurry up with the conversation, Faith had to assume it was his wife on the other end.
"I'll be safe, and see you when I get home, bye." He then put the phone down and made a noise as he placed his hands over his face and rubbed. As he dropped them he saw the look Faith was giving him.
"The good little Mrs.'s decided now was the time to tell me things I have no control over."
Nodding her head she then added, "that's what we do best."
Kinsley slumped into his chair closed his eyes then finally getting enough energy to continue after the little argument with his spouse he then opened his eyes and looked down at the paperwork on his desk.
Faith sat down she'd really be meaning to work with the Detectives for a while now, but life came up and even though her heart was set on doing this, her mind wasn't. Rebuilding a relationship with your ex-husband, becoming a bigger role in your kids life that she use to not be a part of and then trying to find Bobby's killer was defiantly taking a toll on her.
"So this buddy of yours," looking at the name file again, "Maurice Boscorelli."
"Bosco." Faith corrected him, "and he's not my buddy. I just know him."
"Well Bosco, did he ever tell you how his mother died?"
It was like a little video that played extremely fast, all the altercations, even the time he stayed at her apartment, he never did once bring up his mother, saying why she wasn't there.
"No, not that I recall."
"Well who ever wanted her dead made sure. The blow to her head was enough to send her into her next life."
Picturing the pleading woman for her murderer to not kill her, to let her live, trying to tell this person she had children. She shook the image out of her head.
"So what's the whole point of this?"
"Well the object that killed her was pushing the gas pedal down, it so happens it has the DNA of the killer."
Her heart fluttered, praying it matched Boscorelli's Dad so they could put him away for good. To Faith, nothing more would be greater then to make sure he could never get out again, and hurt his son.
"The DNA matches that of Anthony Boscorelli," looking down at the file again, "says here we have yet to charge him for the murder,…would you like to do the honor's?"
Kinsley glanced up and you could almost excuse of him having a twinkle in his eyes as Faith stood up to go make the charge on the man.
"I would be glad to."
Slowly she made to where Boscorelli was being held. Nobody had yet to bail him out for his early arrest, but how could a soulless being have friends? Stopping at the bars in front of his tiny little cell Faith looked down at the man.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw her staring down at him and if there was one thing he hated even more, female cops, they seem at times to be worse then the male ones.
"What do you want bitch?"
"Just thought you would like to know something."
"Oh yeah, and what could that be?"
Faith then raised her head up high, and then told Anthony Boscorelli his fate.
"That you are now charged with the murder of your wife Angela Rose Boscorelli." She then grabbed the iron bars as her chin pointed towards her chest so her eyes became darker as the shadow went across her features, burning holes into the man while she talked.
"And you will never touch your son again you worthless piece of shit, do you hear me?
She then turned on her heels before being in the actual presence of the man, made her open up the cage and murder him right there on the spot.
You didn't stop to look 'round
You were gone before I hit the ground
You went on your way
And no prayer was said
Ah, you left me for dead
A car pulls up to the cliffside, over looking the city of New York and the Brooklyn River. A man steps out of the car, he goes to the back of the car opens the trunk grabs the woman by the hair as he yanks her out. Mascara is running down her face, black bruises are littered all about her features.
You didn't cover my face
I didn't merit a communal grave
You set me aside
And no tears were shed
You left me for dead
Pleading, crying, as her voice has now become scratchy as she tries to plead to her husband, trying to make this insanity go out of him. This wasn't why she married him; this wasn't what she thought her fate would end up being, as he threw her hard to the ground. Her face hit, scratching and leaving a new mark as she screamed for help that would not come, dust began to come up as it was unsettled.
Once again she tried to tell him about their children, what would he tell them, why was he doing this? But nothing, he didn't say nothing as he went back to the trunk and pulled out a lead pipe. He then walked back over to her as she tried to get back up but all he did was hold her down at the base of the neck with the bottom of his foot.
Begging for God to help her, he raised his hand over his head and then came down hard. The sound as he hit her in the head with the lead pipe, instantly silencing her screams as her body went limp.
You left me for, left me for, left me for dead
You kept on taking your time
Until it was certain I couldn't survive
The man bent down to feel the dead woman's pulse and when he was satisfied he then picked her up, and walked the car that was parked right by the cliff. He put her in, buckled her up and then used the lead pipe to wedge it between the gas pedal and seat. He shut the door and then went to the other side and as the tires were spinning he put the car into gear and got out of the car quickly, the fastness the car took off shut the passenger door and he never even looked back as it hit the river with a huge splash.
Slowly the car began to submerge under water, and the dead body of Angela Rose Boscorelli went into her watery grave to rest there, until somebody would find her, and her true story could be told and vengeance could be taken.
There's nowhere to hide
So why don't you come quietly, my love
I wanted to say, to say that you sure proved the death of me
'cause Now I've reached a dead end
And I can't go back
But if I'm going down then you'll come with me
You didn't stop to look 'round
You were gone before I hit the ground
You went on your way
And no prayer was said
Ah, you left me for dead
'Cause you didn't cover my face
I didn't merit a communal grave
You set me aside
And no tears were shed
You left me for dead
TBC….
Song owned and written by Rob Dougan, title is "Left Me For Dead."
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