I wake up the next morning to see Chandler snoring, with his mouth hanging open. I smile, roll my eyes and go downstairs into the living room.

"Morning Rach"

"Morning Mon"

"Where's Phoebe"

"Oh. She went grocery shopping"

"Ok"

"Hey Mon. I was wondering. Why are we hiding"

"Uhh to get away from Richard"

"No. I mean. Why don't we just call the cops on him? Why do we have to hide instead"

"Rach. Do not call the cops"

"Why? He deserves to rot in jail"

"Because I'm ashamed"

"What do you mean"

"I'm supposed to be a strong person who can look after themselves. And if we do call the cops, I'll have to tell a stranger everything that he did to me. And I'm just not ready to do that"

"Ok. Honey I love you and I don't want to upset you. But if you don't then I will"

"Don't you dare"

Suddenly, I feel someone grabbing onto me and pinning me onto the ground. I look up and see Phoebes face.

"Mon you have to understand that this is for your own good. If you let us do this you won't have to spend your life in hiding, constantly looking over your shoulder"

"O-ok"

Pretty soon, the call is over and Rachel's telling me to get ready to give a statement. In a daze, I wash and get dressed. The four of us go in Phoebes cab. Before I know it, I'm in an interview room, giving my statement.

"Ok Miss Geller, what has your husband been doing to you"

I try to speak, but my throat catches and I go quiet.

"Don't worry Miss Geller, take as much time as you need"

"Uhh. Well Richard was physically abusive"

"Is this Richard Burke"

"Yeah. He'd beat me most days, for the smallest things. At some point I think he broke one of my ribs, I'm not 100% sure about that; I wasn't allowed to leave the house so I couldn't get it checked out"

"What else did he do"

"Uh two weeks before I left he he r-raped me. And now that I've left he's stalking me. He's threatening the people that help me"

"Ok. Well thank you for reporting it. We'll give you protection so there'll always be an officer in view of where your staying. In the meantime we'll track him down and when we get him, he should be going to jail for a long time"

I walk out of the room to see Chandler. I run into his arms.

"Thank god it's over"

"See Mon. It wasn't as bad as you were thinking. And now we're safe from that nut job. Come on. Let's go back to the house, Rach and Phoebe are in the cab waiting for us"

When we get back, it doesn't feel the same. Someone's moves everything. I go over to the coffee table and see my photo album laying on it, open to the pages with the scan. I pick it up to put it away, and a note falls out.

How could you?

~Richard

Oh shit. He was in the house. If he got in here before, what's gonna stop him from getting in again? What if the cops let their guard slip?