You're Never Alone
Author's Note: I would like to thank Jamie for all her help, it means so much to me!
Rating: PG 13 for violence
Chapter 7
Faith looked out the window as the car continued down the dark road. She'd been thinking since getting in the car about how she could take advantage of the situation and possibly get away. As if a light bulb suddenly lit up, she turned to Greg. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"Can't it wait?"
"No…not unless you want me to pee in your car."
"No, I don't want that." Greg sighed, pointing to a sign along the side of the road. "There's a rest stop coming up, we'll stop there."
Faith nodded. This just might be her way to get out of this whole nightmare.
Greg stopped the car at the rest station 10 minutes later, and climbed out. "Where are you going?" Faith asked, as he was started to walk away.
"I have to make sure that it is okay for you to go inside," he said.
She sighed. Maybe this won't work, she thought to herself.
He returns moments later, pulling her door open. "Ok, it's empty." Reaching in, he untied her hands and legs, and grasped her hand in his tightly. "Come on." Faith looked up at him, her confusion evident on her face. "What did you think I was going to let you go by yourself?"
He pulled her out of the car, and led her to the restroom inside the station. As they approached the door to the women's washroom, he pushed it open and moved to pull her inside. Faith stopped in her tracks, forcing Greg to turn around. "Am I not capable of going into the women's bathroom alone?"
"I'm not coming into the toilet with you, but I can't let you go by yourself."
She then walked into the stall, and closed the door. She sighed. She thought that this was going to be her way to escape, but it didn't happen, and probably will never happen.
Faith walked out of the stall, and wash her hands, she saw that Greg was nowhere in the bathroom, she smiled to herself; just maybe I am going to get out of this whole nightmare.
She then opened the door and peeked around the corner before starting towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" Greg said, standing out of the door.
"I was just looking for you." Faith replied.
"Yeah right, Faith. I saw the look on your face you must have thought you were finally going to get rid of me, but I told you that you are mine." he said, as he grabbed her and walked back to the car, he then pushed her into the passenger seat, and closed the door.
He then walked over to the driver seat, and got in, and closed the door, and started the car, and drove away.
"What aren't you going to tie me up?" Faith asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I might escape."
Without warning, he fired out and smacked her across the face. "Don't you talk to me like that! I'm not tying you up as we are going to be staying at a hotel that not far from here."
"A public place? You really think that's smart with people looking for me?"
"Don't worry, nobody is looking for you."
A few minutes later,
Greg stopped the car, and turned to Faith. He then grabbed the rope that was on the back seat and grabbed Faith's hands. "We can't have you escaping, can we?" he said, as he tied her hands up.
He then walked away from her. She tried to move her hands, but Greg had made them really tight.
Greg then came back to the car ten minutes later, he opened the door to where Faith was, and untie her. "Let's go."
"No, I'm not going anywhere with you."
Greg dragged her out of the car. "You are going with me"
"Are you okay, miss?" a passerby asked.
"No, I'm not, I need help. He's kidnap me"
"Shhh honey, you forget to take your pills again," Greg said, as he put his arms around Faith.
"Don't listen to him…"
"I'm sorry about this." Greg replied.
The person nodded. "Its fine," she said, as she walked away. Greg waited until he was sure the person was gone, and then he picked her up and put her over his shoulder. "No." she screamed and kicked, as he walked towards the hotel room, he opened the door, and throws her on the ground. He then closed the door behind him. He saw that she was running towards the door. He run towards her and pulled her back to him.
"What the hell do you think you were doing out there with that woman, I think I need to teach you a lesson?" he said, as he pushed onto the floor. She then kicked him in the stomach, but before she could do anything, he grabbed her and held her hands over her head and started kicking her back.
"Don't." she yelled out, wincing as the pain radiated through her.
"Well you shouldn't have misbehaved; I thought we were starting to get to like each other."
"I would never like you," she snarled.
"Why do you have to talk like that to me? I love you."
"No you don't."
He then started kicked her stomach and her side a few more times. "If you did what you were told, I wouldn't have to do this." Then suddenly he stopped. "You stay right here." he said, as he walked out of the hotel room. Faith tried to get up, but her whole body ached, she then decided to crawl towards the door, hoping and praying that she get out somehow.
Bosco and Rose walked into her apartment. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"
"No." Bosco said, as he walked away from Rose, and walked towards the bedroom. He just wanted to get away from his Mother. He knew that she meant well, but if she said "I'm sorry about Faith" one more time, he'd lose it. He knew that she was alive, and he couldn't understand why no one else could see it.
"I know this is hard for you, Maurice." Rose said softly, as she stood in the doorway. "But you need to eat. Even if it's something like toast, you need-"
Bosco turned around. "There's a chance that my best friend is gone forever…and you expect me to eat?"
"Maurice, you need to keep your strength up." Rose spoke softly. She moved further into the room, never taking her eyes off her son. "You said she could be gone forever…are you starting to except it?"
"I never said that!" Bosco yelled, pointing at his mother. "What, you want me to give up on her!"
"But you know, just as well as everyone else, that she could never survive-"
"No… I don't know that, I wouldn't know that until I find her…it doesn't matter if she is dead or alive, I need to find her…that is what she would want me to do."
"No, Maurice, Faith wouldn't want you do this to yourself."
"You don't know anything about Faith! Don't act as though you know her!" Bosco yelled. He walked around his mother, grabbing his jacket before storming out of the apartment. Rose sighed, before quickly following him outside.
"Don't leave, Maurice."
"Just leave me alone!" He said over his shoulder as he started down the street.
"I'm not going to leave you alone…." Rose said, as she put her arms around him. He tried to move away from her. "No…" she said, as she tightened her embrace. " You need to let me help you."
"I don't need your help, thank you, Ma." Bosco said, looking at her, as tears come down his cheeks.
She looked at him. "You don't always have to deal with everything on your own, I'm here for you."
"I don't need anybody…not anyone-" he said, as he cried. Rose held him in her arms, for she doesn't know how long. He then looked up at her. "She..."
"Shh, Maurice. We don't know need to talk about it anymore." Small raindrops started falling, creating patterns on the sidewalk. The rain fell heavier and Rose sighed. "We better get back inside, sweetheart."
"I don't care," he said, as he pulled away and sat down on the curb. Rose looked down at him, feeling completely helpless to take away his pain. He was pale, his eyes bloodshot and wide, and stubble had appeared on his face from lack of shaving. She had only seen him look like this once before…after Michael died.
"I know you're hurting." Rose said softly as she sat down beside him. "But it'll get better, baby."
"I'd feel it ma." He replied, his tears mixing with the rain. "I felt it when she was sad…I felt it when she cried…I felt it when she screamed…and I felt it when she laughed." Bosco closed his eyes tight, giving a frustrated groan before opening them again and looking over at his mother. "I would feel it if she was gone. I don't have anyone else, ma."
Rose blinked back tears at her son's words, and took firm hold of his hand. "You have me. Come on, let's go inside…you'll get soaked sitting out here."
"Ma-"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow." She said softly. "Come on."
They both stood together, hands interlaced, as they ran in out of the rain. Rose hoped for her son's sake that Faith was ok…but she knew that it was a false hope. Maurice had dealt with so many things, and had suffered so much…now, he was going to have to deal with and suffer over the loss of the one person who could bring him peace.
Greg whistled merrily as he made his way back to the hotel room. After unlocking the door, he pushed it open, and a sickening thud sounded. Peeking around the door to see what he'd hit, he spotted Faith lying on the floor. He'd hit her with the door. "Were you trying to get away again?"
She moaned lightly, her eyes slowly opening. "I-"
" Shh… Faith," He said softly squeezing in so he wouldn't hit her again. He leaned down and scooped her up into his arms, kicking the door shut before taking her over to the bed. Carefully lying her down, he placed the brown paper bag he'd been carrying down, and pulled out more rope and more duct tape. Faith eyed the purchases, and shook her head pleadingly. "Please don't-"
"I'm sorry, but I have to." Greg said softly. Reaching into the bag again, he pulled out a cloth and a small jug. After pouring some liquid onto the cloth, he moved towards Faith.
"No, please." She pleaded, trying to recoil away from him. "Please-"
He grabbed her hair. "Shh, it's okay, just relax." he said, as he placed the cloth over her face. She struggled for a few minutes, but then she went to sleep.
"That's right," he said, as he touched her face." Just relax."
Later that night,
Faith slowly opened her eyes, her surroundings finally becoming clear. She realized almost immediately that she was tied up again…however it wasn't to a bed, it was to a high back chair. She let out a small moan, and Greg who was across the room, looked over at her at the sound. "I'm sorry about this, Faith, but you left me no choice" he said, as he walked up to her. "If only you were as nice to me as I am to you."
Her whole body ached, where he had kicked and punched her earlier that evening.
He sat down in the chair across from her, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. "I know you are in pain right now, but you brought it on yourself." He reached across, gently caressing her face. "You'll learn to like me eventually."
"Never."
He pulled his hand away and raised it to slap her…she closed her eyes, turning her head to the side and preparing herself for the slap. It never came. Opening her eyes again, she looked to Greg, who'd lowered his hand. "Don't talk like that, Faith."
"Why don't you just kill me?"
"I already told you… I love you, that is why."
"You call this love, having me tied up to a chair?" Faith shouted. "You don't know anything about love, why don't you just kill me now and get it over with!"
Faith didn't really know what she was doing, but she was losing hope that anybody was going to find her, so she thought was the use of keep going.
"I don't want to kill you, Faith, not anymore; I want to love you, why won't you understand that?" Faith just shakes her head. "One day, you'll see." Standing up from the chair, he sighed and stretched. "It's late…bedtime I think."
She looked at him, as he walked over to the bed. "Well are you going to untie me?"
"I'm sorry, Faith, but you have to sleep in that chair tonight, you have to learn your lesson."
"No... I've learnt it." Faith pleaded. Faith couldn't believe she was pleading to a crazy guy like this, but she didn't know what else she could do.
"I don't think you have, Faith." Greg said, as he grabbed a blanket and put it over her. He then turned the light off. "Goodnight, Faith."
His footsteps echoed against the sidewalk as he walked. It was dark, the streets and people disappearing into darkness around him. "Boz?"
He snapped his head up, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Faith was there, directly in front of him…they were inches apart. She was smiling, her eyes bright in the darkness…exactly how he remembered them. "Faith…your-"
"I'm alive, Bosco." She whispered, her smile fading lightly. "Promise me something? You've never broken a promise to me before."
"Anything."
"Don't give up on me." She said, still whispering. "I'm there Boz…just keep looking."
As a tear snaked down his cheek, he reached a hand up and attempted to touch her face. "I promise." He whispered back. She closed her eyes and leaned her head toward his hand…and just as he was about to touch her, she faded away, leaving him alone in the darkness.
Bosco awoke with a start, rocketing into a sitting position. Reaching a hand up to his face, he rubbed his eyes vigorously before throwing aside the covers and jumping out of the bed. "Your not gone." He mumbled over and over again as he pulled on his jeans. "Your not gone."
Rose, having heard his movement, came scurrying into the room. Her eyes went wide at her son's frantic movements around the room. "What did you say Maurice?"
"She's not gone…she's alive somewhere."
"What are you talking about?"
"I just saw her…talked to her." He replied happily, slipping his NYPD sleeveless shirt over his head. "She told me not to give up on her."
Rose sighed, moving closer to her son and taking his hand. "It was a dream. It wasn't real-"
"It is real ma." He said, dropping her hand and quickly leaving the room…she fell into step behind him. "I'm not gonna stop…not now." Approaching the coffee maker, he grabbed a mug from the cupboard and went to pour.
Rose grabbed the mug from his hands, placing it back on the counter. Bosco frowned and moved to pick up the mug again, but she swatted at his hand. "Stop it, Maurice."
"Stop what?"
"Please, for my sake as well as your own, don't do this to yourself."
Bosco sighed, his frown growing. "Ma-"
"Faith is gone, baby." She said softly, cupping his face in her hands. "I'm sorry, but you have to accept it."
"Accept it?" He repeated, his anger showing now. "I'm not accepting anything. I don't care what you, or anyone else thinks, Ma. You think I don't know what people are saying?"
"Maurice-"
"I know they're talking about me. I know they think I'm losing it. I know that, and I don't care! She told me not to give up, she told me she's alive…and I'm gonna keep my promise!" Yanking his hand from her hold, he glared at her before starting down the hallway and going into the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him, and Rose winced at the loud sound.
She just didn't know what she could do to help her son deal with the loss of his best friend, but she would try as hard as she can.
Faith woke up, and saw Greg staring at her. "Well good morning, I thought you would never wake up."
Faith tried to move her hands and arms, but then she remembers that she was tied to the chair. Her arms were hurting from the rope and the duct tape.
"Greg untie me, my hands are hurting."
Greg sat down next to her. "I'm not stupid, Faith. I can't untie you. You'll try to escape, and I can't have that happen, can I?"
"Please." she pleaded. "Just my hands,"
"No..." he said, shaking his head. "Not after everything you did last night." He then walked over to the table. "But I did get some breakfast."
"Like I would eat anything you give me."
"You will and you are." He said, as he shoves food in her mouth. She ate the food, hoping that he hadn't drugged her.
"Now wasn't that good," he said, as he gave her some more food.
"Now here's some water for you." he said. He then walked away from her towards the bathroom.
"You're not going to get away with this." she yelled.
He walked out of the bathroom. "But I am getting away with this. Nobody is going to find you, not now or ever." he said, as he kissed her cheek. She moved her head back. "Don't you like me kissing you?" She didn't want to say to this without making him mad. "I understand Faith that you need time to fall in love with me, but in time I know you will."
"Never."
"Never say never." Greg said. He then looked at her. "Now I need to go do something, and then we can leave here, and start towards our new place."
He was about to leave the place when he turned around, and walked over to the bag lying on the bed. "Just in case you decide you want to make some noise." he said, pulling the roll of duct tape from the bag.
"No, don't do it, please. I won't make a sound I promise." she said.
He shakes his head. "I have to be sure that you aren't going to make a sound," he said, as he placed the duct tape over her mouth. He then checked her arms and legs to make sure that they were tight enough and that she couldn't escape when he was gone.
He then waved goodbye to Faith and left the hotel room.
Faith sighed, as she sat in the chair. She tried to move her hands, but she knew that it was no use, not with the rope and the duct tape in place. She knew that she had no way out of this nightmare.
Later that morning,
Bosco pulled open the bathroom door, the steam from the shower flowing into the hallway. Sighing, he made his way out into the hallway, when the sound of a clearing throat caught his attention. Turning, he saw Sully and Davis sitting in the living room. "What…are you guys doing here?"
"We know your having a hard time." Sully said softly, pity flashing behind his eyes. "But we came to get you for Faith's memorial service this afternoon."
"I'm not going to a service for someone who isn't dead, Sullivan." Bosco snapped, walking into the living room. "You guys certainly gave up fast. She's been missing for, what; a week and you've already got the memorial service planned. Not much for looking, are you?"
"You know that I wish that Faith is alive, but she's not. The reason we having a service so soon is because it could be months before we find…" but Sully stopped in mid sentence.
"I know what you were going to say, that you don't know when we find her body.. well we're going to find her alive. So I'm not going to go to your stupid service."
"Maurice…." Rose appeared in the doorway, looking at her son. "I think you need to go, this is the only way you are going to be able to deal with it."
"I'm not going to go!" Bosco yelled. "You all want to think that she's dead because it is easier! I'm not doing it, you hear me!"
Sully moved closer to the younger man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I just wanted to tell you in case you want to come. It's at St. Marcus' over on 82nd" He motioned to Davis, and they both left the apartment quietly.
Rose looked over at her son the second the two men had left. "Maurice, I know that you don't want to believe that Faith is gone...but think about this; if it turns out that, God forbid, she is gone. You'll spend the rest of your life regretting that you didn't say good-bye when you had the chance."
Bosco looked down to the floor, sighing as he looked back up at his mother. "Fine, I'll go. But this doesn't mean that I'm giving up."
"I know that." Rose said, as she touched his shoulder.
He looked at her. "I guess I better change into something else, do you have any of my clothes?"
"I have some clothes you left here last time you were here; maybe there is something in there for you. I'm glad that you're doing this, Maurice."
"I'm doing this for you, Ma more than anything."
Rose nodded. "I know." she said, as she watched Bosco go into the bedroom
A hour later,
Everybody was started to filing into the church; even Bosco was there with Rose. Even though he didn't want to be there, Rose grabbed his hand. "It's going to be okay."
Bosco nodded, as Lynn, Sasha, Sully and Ty sat down next to him.
Unknown to them, Greg had just entered the church, and sat down at the end of the far pew. He looked around the room, and didn't know most of the officers, but then he looked down a aisle and saw Faith's friends.
They all look so sad and upset over losing Faith. The fat one was crying and the woman beside him was trying to sooth…the young black man was hugging who Greg assumed was his girlfriend. There was another young man sitting at the end of the pew, an older woman beside him. His eyes were cold and unbelieving…it was as though he wasn't upset.
Greg stayed a few minutes to hear about what the people were saying about Faith. But now that he knew that everything believed that Faith was dead, he knew that he and Faith could get on with their live together without any problem.
Greg stood from the bench, trying to leave quietly. The young officer in the front turned his head, making eye contact with him for the briefest of moments...something passed between them, they shared some sort of a connection. Only the younger officer didn't realize that Faith was their connection.
To be continued.