Lies and Love
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I own Monica. No one else! Please don't sue!
Monica got in the elevator and made her way up to the top floor, where all of the stars were. She found the room and unlocked the door. She stuck her head in and found no one was in there. She walked in and set her stuff down. Monica was about to start putting her stuff away, when she heard the shower come on. She stared dumbly at he door for a moment thinking, 'Mark is in there..." She walked out on to the balcony that they had, for some fresh air.
She hadn't been out there all that long when she heard a knock at the door. She walked to it to answer it.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"Shane."
Monica opened the door. "Shane, do you realize it is like midnight?"
"Yeah, but I had to come over and tell you... I'm engaged!" Shane's face was lit up. Monica had a hard time processing that.
"Engaged?" She choked. "To whom?"
"Trish!" Shane exclaimed.
"Really? That's... surprising..." Monica trailed off. "How long have the two of you been seeing each other?"
"Well about a year now... Right before the whole brand split..."
"That's... great. I didn't know the two of you were seeing each other though..."
"Well we had an argument about 3 weeks ago, but now we're back together!" Shane was so happy. It was radiating off of his face.
"Shane, that's great. But do you think we can continue this tomorrow? I'm really tired."
"Oh shit Monica! I'm sorry, I guess I was so excited, I didn't think about you." He said sheepishly.
"It's alright. Good night."
Monica shut the door and walked back to the balcony. About that time, Mark walked out of the bathroom.
"I thought I heard voices..." Mark's deep voice came from behind her.
She turned around and smiled, "Hey, sorry for just barging in..." her eyes trailed down to his chest, which was still wet. She forced her eyes back to his face. Her mouth was dry, "I... um... There were no rooms left so they put me in here... I hope it's ok with you... They said you weren't exactly the most friendly person to room with."
Mark smiled, "Of course it's ok with me. Why wouldn't it be ok with me?"
"I... Well I haven't exactly been the most friendly person recently..."
Mark smiled. "It's fine. I am going to get into some jogging pants and then you can have the bathroom."
Monica blushed slightly at that thought, "Ok... thanks."
Mark watched the blush creep onto her cheeks. He smiled slightly and grabbed his pants.
A couple of seconds later, he emerged from the bathroom.
"All yours."
Monica was sitting on the bed, brushing out her hair. That was the first time he'd ever seen her hair down fully. He watched in fascination for a moment, and then forced himself to go sit down.
A couple of seconds later, Monica got up and went to get a shower. Images of her in there kept floating in Mark's head. He grabbed his notebook and began to write a poem.
Sometimes I think of you throughout the night,
So much it often gives me a fright.
I never thought I could care like this,
And when we're apart something's amiss.
You plague my dreams, night and day,
And I wonder what you would say.
Would you agree when I professed my love,
And that I think you were sent from above.
You would probably shun me away,
And with all that what could I say?
The decision is mine, what should I do?
Move on? But could I really live without you?
Mark sat down his pen. He yawned... and put his notebook away. He might as well try to get some sleep, but he had a feeling that that was going to be hard.
The Korean commander continued yelling curses at Monica for not breaking in all of their torture.
"Tell me..." the commander said in a thick Korean accent, "where are the other spies in my country? Tell me and I will release your hands and give you some food... I know you are hungry..."
Monica was chained against the brick wall. Shackles held her hands and feet. She struggled to open her black, blood soaked eyes to see the commander. "I won't be hungry very long..." She croaked. They had kept food from her for about two weeks. Her stomach felt like it was gnawing her insides.
"So you agree to cooperate?"
"Hell no. But soon... I will be eating caviar out of your skull..." Monica said with a weak smile. Her smile quickly faded when he hit her stomach. He had enough of her smart ass answers. He grabbed a knife and shoved it into her shoulder. The pain was excruciating. She bit the side of her mouth to prevent herself from crying out. He slowly withdrew the blade and stabbed her other shoulder... She cried out.
Mark woke up to Monica moans and then a scream. He ran over to her, "Monica? Wake up!" He shook her gently. She woke up with a jolt and accidentally punched him in the jaw. She ran to the bathroom and splashed water on her face to wake herself up. Mark walked into the bathroom, rubbing his jaw.
"You pack quite a punch... Are you ok?"
Monica dried her face. She was really pale, "yeah... It was just a bad dream... The nightmare is over now..." She said, mostly to herself.
Mark watched her skeptically. "Ok... well if you need anything... "
"Yeah... Thanks." Monica walked out of the bathroom and laid back down.
Mark watched her for a second and then did the same. Not even five minutes later Monica stepped out onto the balcony.
Mark got up and walked out there too. "You want to talk about it?"
Monica looked up at him and motioned for him to have a seat on one of the lawn chairs. "I just dreamed I was captured by Korean soldiers and I was tortured. That's it."
"Are you sure..." Mark asked.
"Yeah..." Monica smiled weakly at him. Monica stood up and stretched.
Mark got up and was about to walk inside when he saw her stretching in the moonlight. She was so beautiful, he got the sudden urge to kiss her.
He gave into it. He leaned in and planted a small kiss at the corner of her mouth. She was surprised at this, especially when he kissed her again with more passion, almost need. But what really startled her, was when she kissed back.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The poem is called "Love's Questions" and was written by me. Hope you liked it! Read and Review!!
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I own Monica. No one else! Please don't sue!
Monica got in the elevator and made her way up to the top floor, where all of the stars were. She found the room and unlocked the door. She stuck her head in and found no one was in there. She walked in and set her stuff down. Monica was about to start putting her stuff away, when she heard the shower come on. She stared dumbly at he door for a moment thinking, 'Mark is in there..." She walked out on to the balcony that they had, for some fresh air.
She hadn't been out there all that long when she heard a knock at the door. She walked to it to answer it.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"Shane."
Monica opened the door. "Shane, do you realize it is like midnight?"
"Yeah, but I had to come over and tell you... I'm engaged!" Shane's face was lit up. Monica had a hard time processing that.
"Engaged?" She choked. "To whom?"
"Trish!" Shane exclaimed.
"Really? That's... surprising..." Monica trailed off. "How long have the two of you been seeing each other?"
"Well about a year now... Right before the whole brand split..."
"That's... great. I didn't know the two of you were seeing each other though..."
"Well we had an argument about 3 weeks ago, but now we're back together!" Shane was so happy. It was radiating off of his face.
"Shane, that's great. But do you think we can continue this tomorrow? I'm really tired."
"Oh shit Monica! I'm sorry, I guess I was so excited, I didn't think about you." He said sheepishly.
"It's alright. Good night."
Monica shut the door and walked back to the balcony. About that time, Mark walked out of the bathroom.
"I thought I heard voices..." Mark's deep voice came from behind her.
She turned around and smiled, "Hey, sorry for just barging in..." her eyes trailed down to his chest, which was still wet. She forced her eyes back to his face. Her mouth was dry, "I... um... There were no rooms left so they put me in here... I hope it's ok with you... They said you weren't exactly the most friendly person to room with."
Mark smiled, "Of course it's ok with me. Why wouldn't it be ok with me?"
"I... Well I haven't exactly been the most friendly person recently..."
Mark smiled. "It's fine. I am going to get into some jogging pants and then you can have the bathroom."
Monica blushed slightly at that thought, "Ok... thanks."
Mark watched the blush creep onto her cheeks. He smiled slightly and grabbed his pants.
A couple of seconds later, he emerged from the bathroom.
"All yours."
Monica was sitting on the bed, brushing out her hair. That was the first time he'd ever seen her hair down fully. He watched in fascination for a moment, and then forced himself to go sit down.
A couple of seconds later, Monica got up and went to get a shower. Images of her in there kept floating in Mark's head. He grabbed his notebook and began to write a poem.
Sometimes I think of you throughout the night,
So much it often gives me a fright.
I never thought I could care like this,
And when we're apart something's amiss.
You plague my dreams, night and day,
And I wonder what you would say.
Would you agree when I professed my love,
And that I think you were sent from above.
You would probably shun me away,
And with all that what could I say?
The decision is mine, what should I do?
Move on? But could I really live without you?
Mark sat down his pen. He yawned... and put his notebook away. He might as well try to get some sleep, but he had a feeling that that was going to be hard.
The Korean commander continued yelling curses at Monica for not breaking in all of their torture.
"Tell me..." the commander said in a thick Korean accent, "where are the other spies in my country? Tell me and I will release your hands and give you some food... I know you are hungry..."
Monica was chained against the brick wall. Shackles held her hands and feet. She struggled to open her black, blood soaked eyes to see the commander. "I won't be hungry very long..." She croaked. They had kept food from her for about two weeks. Her stomach felt like it was gnawing her insides.
"So you agree to cooperate?"
"Hell no. But soon... I will be eating caviar out of your skull..." Monica said with a weak smile. Her smile quickly faded when he hit her stomach. He had enough of her smart ass answers. He grabbed a knife and shoved it into her shoulder. The pain was excruciating. She bit the side of her mouth to prevent herself from crying out. He slowly withdrew the blade and stabbed her other shoulder... She cried out.
Mark woke up to Monica moans and then a scream. He ran over to her, "Monica? Wake up!" He shook her gently. She woke up with a jolt and accidentally punched him in the jaw. She ran to the bathroom and splashed water on her face to wake herself up. Mark walked into the bathroom, rubbing his jaw.
"You pack quite a punch... Are you ok?"
Monica dried her face. She was really pale, "yeah... It was just a bad dream... The nightmare is over now..." She said, mostly to herself.
Mark watched her skeptically. "Ok... well if you need anything... "
"Yeah... Thanks." Monica walked out of the bathroom and laid back down.
Mark watched her for a second and then did the same. Not even five minutes later Monica stepped out onto the balcony.
Mark got up and walked out there too. "You want to talk about it?"
Monica looked up at him and motioned for him to have a seat on one of the lawn chairs. "I just dreamed I was captured by Korean soldiers and I was tortured. That's it."
"Are you sure..." Mark asked.
"Yeah..." Monica smiled weakly at him. Monica stood up and stretched.
Mark got up and was about to walk inside when he saw her stretching in the moonlight. She was so beautiful, he got the sudden urge to kiss her.
He gave into it. He leaned in and planted a small kiss at the corner of her mouth. She was surprised at this, especially when he kissed her again with more passion, almost need. But what really startled her, was when she kissed back.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The poem is called "Love's Questions" and was written by me. Hope you liked it! Read and Review!!
