Lightning Strikes

Prologue

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This story picks up where "Weathering the Storm" left off.

"Lightning Strikes" is the 5^th (holy cow) story in the Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Rain series.

#1 Let the Sun Shine Through

#2 Rainy Season

#3 Chasing the Clouds Away

#4 Weathering the Storm

#5 Lightning Strikes

If you haven't read these I suggest you take a gander…they are all available at 55-David.

I own NONE of the characters, and yes I have done research :)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a prologue…basically just a short little ditty to wet your appetite :)

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Faith left the Pepto Bismol bottle on the sink, and the medicine cabinet wide open. As she slowly walked back into Bosco's bedroom she read some of the information on the label.

Maurice Boscorelli. Dr. Parker. One pill to be taken at night when having difficulty sleeping. Quantity 35. No refills.

She turned the bottle sideways to read the blue sticker. It warned not to operate any heavy equipment after taking the pills. There was a bright yellow sticker next to it that said something to the affect that the pills could become addictive if taken over a period of time.

Faith stopped in the doorway of Bosco's room, and looked at him writhing in pain. He was obviously having another stomach cramp. Bosco didn't notice her standing there.

Not sure what to do she entered the room with the empty pill bottle in her closed hand. His cramp subsided, and he was able to somewhat relax into the comfort of his mattress. He finally noticed her standing there. "Did you find anything?" he asked in a soft voice. She nodded. "Gawd I hope it helps." He started to sit up. His hand wrapped around his torso. Faith just stared at him. "What? What's wrong?"

Without a word she held her hand out to him, and opened her fist so he could see the bottle. His eyes grew wide with fear, and he quickly tried to think of something to tell her. "I dumped 'em."

"Try again," she said coldly.

He sighed. "Come on Faith," he shook his head slowly. "Not tonight OK?"

She could see the worried expression on his face, and noticed that his whole body was shaking now. Faith shook her head in disbelief, and briefly looked up at the ceiling as she tried to gain control of her emotions. "I can't believe I didn't see it," she said in bewilderment. "How could I not see it?" she asked calmly.

"Faith…I can explain—"

Her hand shot up in the air to cut off his words. "I don't wanna hear your excuses Bosco!" Her control had not lasted. She turned, and walked out of his room.

He got out of bed as quickly as he could, and fought off the dizziness as he followed her. "Faith, I had to," his voice full of anguish. "I couldn't make them stop."

She quickly turned around. Her eyes shoot daggers at him. "They were *dreams* Bosco. *Nightmares*! They weren't *real*!"

"But I was hurting you. I didn't want to hurt you!"

"And you don't think this," she held up the prescription bottle she still held. "You don't think *this* isn't hurting me?!"

"I…Faith…I needed something. I didn't know what else—"

"Counseling Bosco! That was what the counseling was for!"

"But it didn't work," he said in a whisper as he hung his head.

"I'm not falling for the innocent act Bosco! I did it with Fred, but I'll be *damned* if I'm  gonna do it again!" As she turned, and reached for the doorknob she felt a tear slide down her face, but she refused to acknowledge it. She threw open the door, and slammed it behind her.

"Faith! Faith, don't leave me!"