A/N: Hi Everybody :) So This Is Me Attempting Another Multi-Chapter Story, This Time All On My Own! From Past Expierences I Warn You Now This May Never Get Finished But I'm Hoping To Keep It Around 4 or 5 Chapters So It's Much More Likely To Get Finished Than Say A 20 Chapter Fic. Anyhow This Story Is Based Off Of The Song "Two Beds and A Coffee Machine" by Savage Garden. It's Mondler, With Me It's ALWAYS Mondler. I can't even bring myself to read a Randler fic let alone write one! Hope You All Enjoy! I own nothing, but do I really need to tell you that?
And She Takes Another Step
Slowly She Opens The Door
Check That He Is Sleeping
Pick Up All The Broken Glass And Furniture On The Floor
- Two Beds And A Coffee Machine ~ Savage Garden
Monica slowly inched herself out of bed. She crept closer and closer to the door, thanking the good Lord with every step that she slept on the right side of the bed, which was closest to the bedroom door in her new apartment. Scared and fearful she reached for the door knob, listening for any signs that he still may be awake before turning the knob and rushing out of the room. She couldn't even breathe a sigh of relief when the door was firmly shut. He could wake up at any moment and come storming back out into the living room, making more of a mess, doing more damage.
Monica looked around at her living room, which was perfectly clean and tidy no less than two hours ago. Glass was shattered all over the floor, bottles upon bottles of alcohol were broken, some still half full, some unopened. It didn't matter to him. Anything he could smash, anything he could get his hands on, he did. The armchair was overturned on it's side, and the couch cushions were strewn about the room. The kitchen table now had another splintered leg and one of the chairs was completely smashed to bits, making it the sixth chair to be destroyed this month alone.
Monica went and got the garbage can from the kitchen, carful to avoid the broken glass. She had become an expert at this by now. She didn't know how she let it get this bad. How long ago was it where he just yelled when he was upset? When did it turn into smashing bottles, throwing chairs, and destroying furniture? When had they even transistioned into yelling? When did they stop being happy?
Monica had become so accoustomed to this cleaning routine she had even turned it into a game. With every shard of glass she picked up she recalled a memory of him and her. The first shard was always the memory of their first time she realized she liked him. She had just catered a party for him and they were cleaning up in the kitchen. Dumping that shard into the garbage can she reached for the next one, remembering the kiss that ultimately made her his. They were in his office, he had just finished her exam and he tried to give her eye drops. They scattered all over the floor and were forgotten as the kiss deepened.
Monica went through so many more shards remembering their whole story as she did so. She remembered when she told her friends they were together, when she told her parents they were together, the night they broke up, the night they got back together. As there became less and less shards more and more memories started flooding back. The first night he ever raised his voice at her.
Monica was 5 months pregnant with their first child Joseph Jack Burke. She had forgotten to put a new roll of toilet paper onto the holder after using the last of the old roll. She had morning sickness that morning and was so warn out that she crashed on the couch and took a four hour nap. Pregnancy had not been good to her. When he came home apparantly he went straight to the bathroom, and was very angy when he couldn't find any toilet paper. He came out screaming, waking Monica up. It hadn't been too bad and he appologized right after but still it was scary.
The next memory was when it transistioned from yelling to violence. Little Joey had just turned four months old when Monica found out she was pregnant for the second time. She was extatic however he was not. He slapped her across the face, he threw an empty bottle of wine at her and told her he didn't want anymore children, and accused her of purposely going off of birth control (which she had never been on in the first place). Again he appologized right after but the whole thing left Monica shaken.
Monica had run out of shards of glass and memories. She replaced the couch cushions, cleaned up the remnants of the chair, and put the easy chair back into it's normal position. She sat down on the couch to think some more. How could she let it get to this point. They had three children, her second pregnancy had been twins only three months ago. Emily Rachel Burke and Daniel Chandler Burke weren't brought into this world with love. Monica didn't know how she let it get this bad. She wanted out, she wanted what was best for her and her children, she just wasn't strong enough to get it. Slowly and trembling she went back into the bedroom. She tiptoed to the bed and slid herself back under the covers. Unconciously in sleep he rolled over to her and wrapped his arms around her. Monica tried as hard as she could to fall asleep but she just couldn't do it with him so close to her. The man she had thought she once loved, Richard Burke, had now become her enemy and her abuser.
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