A/N: You can follow me on twitter at Winston9957. I will be informing you if I'm busy and stuff. But I just mainly want followers! Lol! Please follow me :P

I've also changed the plot a bit, making Ross drunk, cause really, he never would've killed Chloe. I suggest you re-read this fic. (It's pretty different now, I've also made the chapters longer, because the old ones were crap and just physical. So I've added emotions.) Sorry for the inconvenience. Anyway, here's the next chapter.


The next few days went quite simple. Ross and Rachel wasted no time with their last few days together before Ross received a sentence (if it was finalized).

It was another simple morning, Ross and Rachel were... You know. But there was a sudden loud banging at the door. Cursing quietly, Ross put on a robe and got up to answer the door. He looked through the peephole to see a couple, around their sixties, looking like their heads were about to blow. Unchaining and opening the door, Ross asked, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, we're looking for Ross Geller." They replied with a tone that sent shivers down his spine. He was afraid of what these people were here for, but he knew it wasn't good.

"Uuh, yeah that's me." He said nervously.

"You bitch!" she said slapping him across the face. "Why the fuck did you kill my daughter?"

Ross grunted, a red mark could be seen on his face.

When Rachel, heard yelling coming from the living room, she immediately pulled on a robe and ran out to see what was going on.

Before her eyes se saw a couple screaming at him. They were screaming things so horrible and loud that Rachel couldn't take it.

"Shut the fuck up!" She screamed, "This is not good for the baby!"

At that moment, everyone shut their mouths, and the room was filled with silence. All that could be heard was the lady at the door muttering something that sounded like "Well its father is a killer."

At this, Ross just exploded.

"I am not a killer! Chloe ruined my relationship!"

"Well do you think that's a good enough reason to take someone's life?"

Ross stood there, thinking about what to say next. When it was clear that Ross wouldn't be saying anything else, the lady stormed out of the apartment, pulling her husband's along with her.

Ross gazed at the still open door for seconds. Although he had been drunk and angry at her, it really wasn't a very good choice. But it had been done, and look on the bright side, he had Rachel back. But he would soon lose her again, when he gets sentenced. Would she wait for him? He hoped so, but what's done is done. Can't go back now.

Slowly, he sat down on the couch in the middle of the room and put his face in his hands.

"I'm a horrible person." He muttered to himself.

Seeing Ross torn apart hurt Rachel, he was just as bad as the night of their break up.

"No you're not, you did what you had to do,"

"But I didn't have to do it did I?" He said, more to himself than Rachel.

At this, Rachel stopped to think, he didn't have to.

Looking at him, she moved other and embraced him in her arms, soon they were hugging each other. Not letting go.


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