Be There For Me Part 3.
Here's the next to Be There For Me. Thanks to all the people who reviewed the story, please leave another review! This part alone is rated 'R', but the next part will be less dramatic I hope…
Some Things Never Fall
"I just wanted to say that you're the sweetest man I'd ever met." Rachel said.
"How so?" Ross asked.
Rachel leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Ross responded immediately and began to kiss her back, when the apartment door swung open once again
"What's going on here?" A voice came from the doorway.
"Shit." Ross muttered under his breath.
"Blake, I'm so sorry." Rachel began to cry.
"And to think that I trusted you. I had to make sure for myself, and now that I know, it's over. And Ross, I take back anything good I might have said to you. I hate you." Blake's voice cracked and tears began to flow.
"Please don't go Blake!" Rachel sobbed. "I don't know what came over me!"
Ross hung his head in shame for intercepting the two lovers once again.
"I started it." Ross said lightly as Rachel looked at him in surprise.
"What?" Blake turned around.
"She came to see if I was alright from last night and just as she said she was going to go see you, I grabbed her and kissed her, and before she had a chance to pull away, you walked in." Ross lied. It seemed to come to him as easily as breathing.
Blake walked straight over to Ross and punched him in the face as hard as he could. Ross's face was hit to the side and blood began to drip out of his nose and his mouth, but yet he remained calm.
"I'm sorry, man." Ross said easily as the blood rushed out. He looked into Rachel's eyes, and he seemed to be begging her to go with Blake. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go clean up."
Rachel looked at him bewildered as he turned and walked away slowly to the washroom, his head tilted up to the ceiling to cease the blood flow. Blake grabbed her arm angrily and pulled her out of the apartment.
"What the hell was that?" She yelled at him angrily.
"He deserved it." Blake growled as he continued to tug Rachel away.
"He did not deserve anything like that! You might have broken his nose!" She yelled at him.
"Good." Blake said.
Rachel yanked her arm out of his grasp as fast as she possibly could.
"You are not to go near him, do you hear me?" Blake asked her angrily. Rachel didn't answer him.
"Do you hear me!" He yelled as he grabbed her arm and continued to drag her down the sidewalk.
"No! You have no right to tell me what to do." Rachel tried to keep her voice steady but it trembled in fear.
Blake grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it back so that she cried out in pain and was at his mercy.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut tightly and blinked back tears.
"What seems to be the problem?" A voice asked from behind them.
"Did that punch not do enough for ya?" Blake asked him angrily.
"Keep your hands off of her." Ross said firmly.
"Oh, you're gonna tell me what to do with my girlfriend now?" Blake asked.
"No, I'm telling you what not to do." Ross answered in the same tone.
Blake let go of Rachel smoothly and Ross motioned with his eyes for her to run away, but she stood frozen to the spot.
"If you think that you deserve Rachel, why not fight for her, eh fag?" Blake teased Ross in an angry tone.
"I'm not going to fight for her." Ross said firmly. "Fighting is the most childish thing that we could do."
"So you don't think you deserve her, huh?" Blake said cruelly.
"Actually, to tell you the truth I don't think either of us deserve her." Ross answered.
Blake narrowed his eyes at Ross and threw a punch at Ross. Ross easily moved out of the way and caught his flying arm, immediately pinning it behind his back, making Blake squint in pain.
"Ow." Blake whimpered.
"Listen to me Blake. I'm tired, I have a broken nose, and you're pissing me off." Ross whispered in his ear as Blake struggled to get out of his hold.
"Now, either you leave Rachel alone, or face the consequences, you hear me?" Ross asked. Blake nodded his head furiously.
"Good." Ross answered before turning to Rachel. "Run away Rachel. Find someplace where you will be safe for a few days before you find out what to do." He said. Rachel continued to stay frozen where she stood, her eyes focused on Ross's as tears slid unbeknownst down her face.
"Go now." He commanded firmly as Blake struggled in his grasp.
"I'm gonna kill you for this Ross. If it's the last thing I do." Blake rasped.
"As long as you leave her alone, that's fine by me." Ross said.
Rachel finally turned on her heels and ran away at lightning speed, as Blake called after her. Ross finally released Blake after Rachel was out of site.
"Get out of here." Ross said disgustedly. His nose had begun to bleed again and was already turning purple.
Blake shot Ross a look of pure hatred before turning around and running in the opposite direction that Rachel had gone.
"Idiot." Ross growled after him. He couldn't remember the last time he had lost his temper so violently, but he hoped he would calm down before he reached the hospital.
He stepped out into the road and put his hands up to his mouth, whistling loudly and getting attention of the first cab that went by. Ross opened the door and climbed in, heading for the Beth Israel Medical Center.
Ross stepped out of the hospital's front doors five hours later with a nose brace covering half of his face. He smiled gratefully for the fact that no one noticed him now, but shuddered at the thought of having to call his manager to tell him that he would have to delay his next movie project, so that his nose could return to normal. He started to hail a cab, but thought that it would be a good idea to walk home, since no one would recognize him, he would be able to finally get some peace and quiet. He took his sweater from around his waist and slipped it on, beginning the long walk home, all alone.
If you could step into my head,
Tell me would you still know me
If you woke up in my bed,
Tell me then you would hold me
Or would you simply let it lie,
Leaving me to wonder why
I can't get you out of this head
I call mine
And I will say
Oh no I can't let you go,
My little girl
Because you're holding my world,
So I need you
Your imitation of my walk
And the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
And if I jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge,
Tell me would you still follow me
And if I made you mad today,
Tell me would you love me tomorrow? Please
Or would you say that you don't care,
And then leave me standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in despair and screaming.
Oh no I can't let you go,
My little girl
Because you're holding my world,
So I need you
Your imitation of my walk
And the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you.
2 weeks later
Ross stepped out of studio 49, which was in the center of the bustling and busy city. He walked slowly towards his car, and noted that it was already past 8 p.m. Filming for his new movie had gone four hours over schedule, but he didn't mind. He didn't have anything better to do lately. He would go home and watch TV, or go on long walks through the village and Central Park, avoiding any phone calls whenever he could, picking up the odd one just in case it was his manager. He got into his car and began to drive home, cruising through a set of green lights. His nose had healed fine, not leaving any scars, which made his manager extremely happy. His free schedule around work allowed him to do what he wanted, when he wanted. His sister had not talked to him since the incident with Blake two weeks ago. Ross didn't know it, but his sister was extremely worried about him and his plunging self-esteem and pride. He didn't care anymore. Even if he never made another movie again, he had enough money to keep himself cruising through the rest of his life. He looked up into the rear view mirror, and was slightly shocked by what he saw. His face looked gaunt, and he had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He would stay up until three in the morning watching TV, fall asleep on the couch, and wake up at six to go to the set.
He slowed down outside his apartment and went into the underground garage, parking at the closest space to the elevator. He got out of his car and locked it with his remote, when a man came out of the shadows up to him.
"Hey, can you spare some change?" The disheveled looking man asked him.
"Yeah, sure." Ross said immediately
As soon as Ross reached back to put his hand in his pocket, the man took a swing at him, immediately knocking Ross back onto his own car, hitting his head hard against the silver trunk. Ross looked up, shocked as he touched his bleeding lip with the tip of his index finger. The man advanced aggressively and Ross looked expectantly up at him. The man raised his hand and punched Ross in the side of his face. Ross yelled in surprise as he heard a bone crack in his jaw and he fell flat on the ground. He moaned in pain as he tried to get up but the man kicked him back down.
So here, yes here we stand
Clenching our hands
Backed up, backed up against the wall
"You've done enough Charlie." A voice came from behind a red minivan parked 2 spots to the left.
Ross looked out from a swelling and half-closed eyes and saw Blake step out from the shadows.
"How you feeling?" Blake sneered at Ross.
"Fuck you." Ross muttered angrily as he lay helplessly on the floor, suddenly surrounded by four big men.
"You sure you want to get mouthy with me?" Blake asked angrily.
"I said fuck you." Ross snarled.
These times they move too fast
I'm left in the past
But those things, those things never last
Blake motioned to a big man on his right with his index finger, and the man stepped forward and picked Ross up effortlessly by the collar and stood him up on his feet.
"Do it." Blake said loudly and clearly.
The man violently punched Ross in the stomach, sending him careening backwards and hitting the far wall, and falling in a slump on the floor. Ross gasped for breath as he grabbed onto his side where a slicing pain was dragging.
"You feel like saying it again?" Blake laughed.
Ross tried to say something but couldn't get a word out, finally he muttered, "Too afraid to do it by yourself, you pussy?"
I don't really wonder why,
Some things live and some things die
I don't really think about what it's all about
"I told you I was going to kill you, if it was the last thing I did." Blake said as he pulled a knife out from his back pocket. "And that's just what I'm going to do." He began to advance on Ross, who muttered fearfully, and tried to back further away, but couldn't because of the wall.
"Whoa whoa, Blake! I thought we were just gonna, you know, scare him." A man to his left said as he grabbed Blake's arm to prevent him from moving forward.
"Well, I lied. This bastard stole my girlfriend, he deserves to die." Blake snarled.
"Shit Blake, I don't wanna kill him." Another man said.
"Look, are you guys working for me or what? Either you stay, or you go, but the bastard still dies." Blake said nonchalantly.
And I say yes
We'll show them all
Some things never fall
One man stood back. "Blake, I can't do this. I can't murder a guy. I'm outta here." He said as he ran away.
"Yeah, me too." They all began to back out one by one, until only Blake was left.
"Fine, run away! I guess I'm the only one with any balls." Blake said as Ross mumbled something under his breath and tried to move away again unsuccessfully. Ross turned away and began to cough violently, sending blood spewing out of his mouth.
My friends they're all left for dead
The words they said
They aren't so easy to forget
"Think this is bad? Watch it get worse." Blake kneeled down beside Ross and played with the knifes blade slowly, placing it at Ross's Adam's apple, causing him to sit straight up to avoid the blade. "Before you came along, me and Rachel were doing perfect. Then you had to come along and ruin things between us." Blake pulled the knife away and brought it to the side of Ross's face as he whimpered. Blake placed the cool blade against his hot skin, and slid the blade down the side of his face, opening a large gash that began to bleed insanely. Ross began to cry as he felt his hot blood trickling out of his body and down his cheek, onto his clothes.
My mind just slips away
My brain decays
I'm getting dumber every day
"Now it's time for you to pay for what you did. I want to see you crying for your life. Hell, screaming and pleading for your life as there was no tomorrow."
Ross remained quiet as Blake looked on disapprovingly.
"Nothing? Well then I guess I might as well get this over with." Blake sighed as he wiped the blood off of the knife onto his black T-shirt and raised the blade over his head.
"This is for Rachel." He said silently as he bowed his head before he looked up at Ross and smiled cruelly as he began to bring the knife down slowly.
If you have any suggestions, please tell me, and I love getting feedback! The first song in this fic is 'So I Need You' by Three Doors Down, and the second is 'Some Things Never Fall' by the Black Halos. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll write the next part. Thanks for reading.
rossandrachelforever
Here's the next to Be There For Me. Thanks to all the people who reviewed the story, please leave another review! This part alone is rated 'R', but the next part will be less dramatic I hope…
Some Things Never Fall
"I just wanted to say that you're the sweetest man I'd ever met." Rachel said.
"How so?" Ross asked.
Rachel leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Ross responded immediately and began to kiss her back, when the apartment door swung open once again
"What's going on here?" A voice came from the doorway.
"Shit." Ross muttered under his breath.
"Blake, I'm so sorry." Rachel began to cry.
"And to think that I trusted you. I had to make sure for myself, and now that I know, it's over. And Ross, I take back anything good I might have said to you. I hate you." Blake's voice cracked and tears began to flow.
"Please don't go Blake!" Rachel sobbed. "I don't know what came over me!"
Ross hung his head in shame for intercepting the two lovers once again.
"I started it." Ross said lightly as Rachel looked at him in surprise.
"What?" Blake turned around.
"She came to see if I was alright from last night and just as she said she was going to go see you, I grabbed her and kissed her, and before she had a chance to pull away, you walked in." Ross lied. It seemed to come to him as easily as breathing.
Blake walked straight over to Ross and punched him in the face as hard as he could. Ross's face was hit to the side and blood began to drip out of his nose and his mouth, but yet he remained calm.
"I'm sorry, man." Ross said easily as the blood rushed out. He looked into Rachel's eyes, and he seemed to be begging her to go with Blake. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go clean up."
Rachel looked at him bewildered as he turned and walked away slowly to the washroom, his head tilted up to the ceiling to cease the blood flow. Blake grabbed her arm angrily and pulled her out of the apartment.
"What the hell was that?" She yelled at him angrily.
"He deserved it." Blake growled as he continued to tug Rachel away.
"He did not deserve anything like that! You might have broken his nose!" She yelled at him.
"Good." Blake said.
Rachel yanked her arm out of his grasp as fast as she possibly could.
"You are not to go near him, do you hear me?" Blake asked her angrily. Rachel didn't answer him.
"Do you hear me!" He yelled as he grabbed her arm and continued to drag her down the sidewalk.
"No! You have no right to tell me what to do." Rachel tried to keep her voice steady but it trembled in fear.
Blake grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it back so that she cried out in pain and was at his mercy.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut tightly and blinked back tears.
"What seems to be the problem?" A voice asked from behind them.
"Did that punch not do enough for ya?" Blake asked him angrily.
"Keep your hands off of her." Ross said firmly.
"Oh, you're gonna tell me what to do with my girlfriend now?" Blake asked.
"No, I'm telling you what not to do." Ross answered in the same tone.
Blake let go of Rachel smoothly and Ross motioned with his eyes for her to run away, but she stood frozen to the spot.
"If you think that you deserve Rachel, why not fight for her, eh fag?" Blake teased Ross in an angry tone.
"I'm not going to fight for her." Ross said firmly. "Fighting is the most childish thing that we could do."
"So you don't think you deserve her, huh?" Blake said cruelly.
"Actually, to tell you the truth I don't think either of us deserve her." Ross answered.
Blake narrowed his eyes at Ross and threw a punch at Ross. Ross easily moved out of the way and caught his flying arm, immediately pinning it behind his back, making Blake squint in pain.
"Ow." Blake whimpered.
"Listen to me Blake. I'm tired, I have a broken nose, and you're pissing me off." Ross whispered in his ear as Blake struggled to get out of his hold.
"Now, either you leave Rachel alone, or face the consequences, you hear me?" Ross asked. Blake nodded his head furiously.
"Good." Ross answered before turning to Rachel. "Run away Rachel. Find someplace where you will be safe for a few days before you find out what to do." He said. Rachel continued to stay frozen where she stood, her eyes focused on Ross's as tears slid unbeknownst down her face.
"Go now." He commanded firmly as Blake struggled in his grasp.
"I'm gonna kill you for this Ross. If it's the last thing I do." Blake rasped.
"As long as you leave her alone, that's fine by me." Ross said.
Rachel finally turned on her heels and ran away at lightning speed, as Blake called after her. Ross finally released Blake after Rachel was out of site.
"Get out of here." Ross said disgustedly. His nose had begun to bleed again and was already turning purple.
Blake shot Ross a look of pure hatred before turning around and running in the opposite direction that Rachel had gone.
"Idiot." Ross growled after him. He couldn't remember the last time he had lost his temper so violently, but he hoped he would calm down before he reached the hospital.
He stepped out into the road and put his hands up to his mouth, whistling loudly and getting attention of the first cab that went by. Ross opened the door and climbed in, heading for the Beth Israel Medical Center.
Ross stepped out of the hospital's front doors five hours later with a nose brace covering half of his face. He smiled gratefully for the fact that no one noticed him now, but shuddered at the thought of having to call his manager to tell him that he would have to delay his next movie project, so that his nose could return to normal. He started to hail a cab, but thought that it would be a good idea to walk home, since no one would recognize him, he would be able to finally get some peace and quiet. He took his sweater from around his waist and slipped it on, beginning the long walk home, all alone.
If you could step into my head,
Tell me would you still know me
If you woke up in my bed,
Tell me then you would hold me
Or would you simply let it lie,
Leaving me to wonder why
I can't get you out of this head
I call mine
And I will say
Oh no I can't let you go,
My little girl
Because you're holding my world,
So I need you
Your imitation of my walk
And the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
And if I jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge,
Tell me would you still follow me
And if I made you mad today,
Tell me would you love me tomorrow? Please
Or would you say that you don't care,
And then leave me standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in despair and screaming.
Oh no I can't let you go,
My little girl
Because you're holding my world,
So I need you
Your imitation of my walk
And the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you.
2 weeks later
Ross stepped out of studio 49, which was in the center of the bustling and busy city. He walked slowly towards his car, and noted that it was already past 8 p.m. Filming for his new movie had gone four hours over schedule, but he didn't mind. He didn't have anything better to do lately. He would go home and watch TV, or go on long walks through the village and Central Park, avoiding any phone calls whenever he could, picking up the odd one just in case it was his manager. He got into his car and began to drive home, cruising through a set of green lights. His nose had healed fine, not leaving any scars, which made his manager extremely happy. His free schedule around work allowed him to do what he wanted, when he wanted. His sister had not talked to him since the incident with Blake two weeks ago. Ross didn't know it, but his sister was extremely worried about him and his plunging self-esteem and pride. He didn't care anymore. Even if he never made another movie again, he had enough money to keep himself cruising through the rest of his life. He looked up into the rear view mirror, and was slightly shocked by what he saw. His face looked gaunt, and he had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He would stay up until three in the morning watching TV, fall asleep on the couch, and wake up at six to go to the set.
He slowed down outside his apartment and went into the underground garage, parking at the closest space to the elevator. He got out of his car and locked it with his remote, when a man came out of the shadows up to him.
"Hey, can you spare some change?" The disheveled looking man asked him.
"Yeah, sure." Ross said immediately
As soon as Ross reached back to put his hand in his pocket, the man took a swing at him, immediately knocking Ross back onto his own car, hitting his head hard against the silver trunk. Ross looked up, shocked as he touched his bleeding lip with the tip of his index finger. The man advanced aggressively and Ross looked expectantly up at him. The man raised his hand and punched Ross in the side of his face. Ross yelled in surprise as he heard a bone crack in his jaw and he fell flat on the ground. He moaned in pain as he tried to get up but the man kicked him back down.
So here, yes here we stand
Clenching our hands
Backed up, backed up against the wall
"You've done enough Charlie." A voice came from behind a red minivan parked 2 spots to the left.
Ross looked out from a swelling and half-closed eyes and saw Blake step out from the shadows.
"How you feeling?" Blake sneered at Ross.
"Fuck you." Ross muttered angrily as he lay helplessly on the floor, suddenly surrounded by four big men.
"You sure you want to get mouthy with me?" Blake asked angrily.
"I said fuck you." Ross snarled.
These times they move too fast
I'm left in the past
But those things, those things never last
Blake motioned to a big man on his right with his index finger, and the man stepped forward and picked Ross up effortlessly by the collar and stood him up on his feet.
"Do it." Blake said loudly and clearly.
The man violently punched Ross in the stomach, sending him careening backwards and hitting the far wall, and falling in a slump on the floor. Ross gasped for breath as he grabbed onto his side where a slicing pain was dragging.
"You feel like saying it again?" Blake laughed.
Ross tried to say something but couldn't get a word out, finally he muttered, "Too afraid to do it by yourself, you pussy?"
I don't really wonder why,
Some things live and some things die
I don't really think about what it's all about
"I told you I was going to kill you, if it was the last thing I did." Blake said as he pulled a knife out from his back pocket. "And that's just what I'm going to do." He began to advance on Ross, who muttered fearfully, and tried to back further away, but couldn't because of the wall.
"Whoa whoa, Blake! I thought we were just gonna, you know, scare him." A man to his left said as he grabbed Blake's arm to prevent him from moving forward.
"Well, I lied. This bastard stole my girlfriend, he deserves to die." Blake snarled.
"Shit Blake, I don't wanna kill him." Another man said.
"Look, are you guys working for me or what? Either you stay, or you go, but the bastard still dies." Blake said nonchalantly.
And I say yes
We'll show them all
Some things never fall
One man stood back. "Blake, I can't do this. I can't murder a guy. I'm outta here." He said as he ran away.
"Yeah, me too." They all began to back out one by one, until only Blake was left.
"Fine, run away! I guess I'm the only one with any balls." Blake said as Ross mumbled something under his breath and tried to move away again unsuccessfully. Ross turned away and began to cough violently, sending blood spewing out of his mouth.
My friends they're all left for dead
The words they said
They aren't so easy to forget
"Think this is bad? Watch it get worse." Blake kneeled down beside Ross and played with the knifes blade slowly, placing it at Ross's Adam's apple, causing him to sit straight up to avoid the blade. "Before you came along, me and Rachel were doing perfect. Then you had to come along and ruin things between us." Blake pulled the knife away and brought it to the side of Ross's face as he whimpered. Blake placed the cool blade against his hot skin, and slid the blade down the side of his face, opening a large gash that began to bleed insanely. Ross began to cry as he felt his hot blood trickling out of his body and down his cheek, onto his clothes.
My mind just slips away
My brain decays
I'm getting dumber every day
"Now it's time for you to pay for what you did. I want to see you crying for your life. Hell, screaming and pleading for your life as there was no tomorrow."
Ross remained quiet as Blake looked on disapprovingly.
"Nothing? Well then I guess I might as well get this over with." Blake sighed as he wiped the blood off of the knife onto his black T-shirt and raised the blade over his head.
"This is for Rachel." He said silently as he bowed his head before he looked up at Ross and smiled cruelly as he began to bring the knife down slowly.
If you have any suggestions, please tell me, and I love getting feedback! The first song in this fic is 'So I Need You' by Three Doors Down, and the second is 'Some Things Never Fall' by the Black Halos. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll write the next part. Thanks for reading.
rossandrachelforever