January 29, 1996 9:49 AM
He woke up in an odd location, bound and gagged to a chair that wasn't his own. The chair, the only thing in the room, was old and on the verge of collapse. The room was lit by a single light bulb that was very dim. It was almost as if the room was a closet. There wasn't any sound of New York City, it was like a padded room.
He look down into his lap where his wrists were duct tapped to the arm of the chair. There was also bruising covering his hands as if he had put up a fight. His body aced and he felt disoriented. He wanted to scream, wanted someone to come save him, but he realized that there was duct tape over his mouth. His confusion was not only frightening him but it was hurting his head from trying to piece together how he had gotten there.
The last thing he remembered was Susie asking if they wanted to head back to her place. But he was male, so how could he say no? He had followed her back to her apartment which wasn't too far outside of the village. It was a nice apartment, bigger that his and Monica's apartment combined. The last thing he remembered was the sound of something hitting his head.
And now he has woken up in this dark room of Susie's apartment. This must be her revenge from the fourth grade. He hoped that he would make it out alive.
A key unlocking the door made his head snap up from his gaze on his lap. The terror in his eyes was undeniable as Susie appeared from behind the door.
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"Hey, Joey!" Monica said as Joey opened and closed her front door.
"Hey, is Chandler here?" He asked as he looked around the room.
"No, why?" Monica asked setting down the plate of pancakes on the table.
"Oh nothing, he just went out with Susie last night and I just expected him back by now." Joey explained.
"Well he'll be back. They were probably up late last night, but he'll show up." Monica assured him, but something in Joey's eyes said otherwise.
"Joey don't worry, he'll be ok."
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This must what be like Hell feels like, he thought. The only thing he wanted was for someone to come save him. Anybody. He had never been so scarred of a woman in his life, besides Monica of course. He could actually feel himself trembling. His only source of oxygen was his nose and a damp cloth wasn't helping.
"Why did you do it!" and "You asshole!" We're being screamed at him from this psychopath he decided to date.
The 'suffocation' stopped and Susie ripped the tape of his face, which caused him to scream out in pain. But he paid for that and got a punch to the gut.
"Look," Susie said harshly, "I am going to give you one phone call, that's it." She hissed.
He nodded, still obviously scared of the woman in front of him.
"What number?" She asked through gritted teeth.
"917-349-8882," he shuttered.
"Here," Susie held the dialing phone up to his ear.
"Hello," Monica answered from the other end.
"M-Mon?" He asked.
"Chandler? What's wrong?" Monica asked, concern spreading through her whole body.
"Mon, tell- tell everyone that I love them, and that I am sorry." He looked up at Susie to make sure he didn't say anything that would hurt him.
"Chandler, honey, where are you?" Monica asked her concern taking over.
He looked up at Susie once more who gave him a glare that told him to finish the conversation. "Look, Mon, I have to go." The phone call was ended and his gut was met with another punch.
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"Chandler, wait!" Monica yelled at the now ended phone call. She let out a soft cry which caused Joey to walk over to her.
"Mon, what was that?" Joey asked fearing the worst. Monica glanced over to living room where all of her friends had joined the conversation.
"That was Chandler," Monica said, "I think he has been kidnapped."
"What?" Joey asked.
"He told me to tell you guys that he loves you and that he's sorry." Monica said through her sobs. Joey took her into his arms. Her tears seeped through his dark blue sweeter.
"He sounded so scared," Monica sobbed against Joey's chest, "and I couldn't do anything to help him."
All of her friends were at a loss. Less than twenty-four hours ago they had all been in the coffee house, just joking round with each other. But now, now, one of them had been supposedly kidnapped. And it was Chandler, the one who would usually comfort them in situations like this. And the same thought was running through all of their minds: Why him? Why not me?
Everybody agreed that Monica was the one who was mostly affected, she had a special connection with Chandler. Not like the sibling relationship that Joey and him had, but more like 'the friend's zone' relationship. And everybody could tell that she was the one who was deeply affected my all of this.
It was Ross who took the first step and called the police. They told him that they were going to send one of their computer wiz's over see if they could see where the phone call came from. But they warned them that they might not be able to pinpoint the location. They also warned them that if he wasn't found in two weeks prior to the investigation they would shut it down. But all of the friends seemed determined that they would find and that they would not lose hope.
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His gut aced, his lip was bleeding, and his face was bruised. His ears were ringing and all he could think about was how he had let his friends down. He didn't know but he felt like he did.
Susie had gagged his mouth with duct tape again and left the room. The door locked behind her and he was once again left in the darkness.
His mind was wondering, he was thinking about his friends, his parents (for reasons he didn't know) and how he had let them all down. If he died then Joey would be living by himself and his parents would lose their only child. It was too much to handle. Since the first time since he was eight he cried, and it wasn't just a normal cry, it was you could feel your heart breaking cry.
'Please find me, Monica, please' He begged silently.
The terrifying sound of the door being unlocked jolted him from his thoughts. He closed his eyes tightly preparing for whatever came next. He heard her footsteps grow louder as she approached him. He heard the sound of duct tape. What else could she possibly need duct tape for? It was then when he felt the strip of tape being taped over his eyes.
"Sleep well, jerk face." She whispered in his ear and left him alone again.
January 29, 1996 8:50 PM
AN: I don't know how long this story will be exactly, but I do have the plot all laid out now all I have to do is put it into a story. BTW this is set in TOA the Super bowl if you didn't know that already. Special thanks to Dustinw522 for coming up with this story originally.