Suddenly my dad appeared from around the corner, holding the knife to
Monicas' throat. She was terrified.
'I told you I'd see you soon. A pity you won't listen. Now say good bye to your friend.'
Scared didn't come close to what I was feeling just then. Terrified didn't even reach it. Monica was my best friend. She helped me whenever I needed it and made me feel so much better hen anyone could ever make me feel. Now she was under threat and he had to save her. But this threat was something I couldn't handle. But I had to face up to it now, for Monica.
'Chandler!' Monica called out to me, pleading at me with her eyes. I had to do this. I had stood up to him just a little while ago! I could do it again.
'What do you want from me?' I asked, trying to sound brave but my voice was shaking from fear. He stared at me with an evil grin on his face. He was definatly drunk; I could smell it on his breath from where I was.
'Tell me where your mother is!' He yelled. 'Tell me now, if I don't get what I want then I'll kill her!' He pushed the knife closer to Monicas' neck and she cried out. I flinched at her cry; I couldn't stand it when she was in pain.
'I promise you! I really don't know where she is.' I yelled back, almost crying with frustration. I didn't know the one thing that would save my friend.
'I don't believe you!' He spat at me. 'I'm giving you one last chance.' Monicas' eyes pleaded with me again.
'I wouldn't risk one of my friends who love me for someone who abandoned me! If I knew where she was I would tell you but I haven't seen her since I was five years old. Please, you have to believe me.' Now I was pleading. My dad could tell this and was glad. He always enjoyed making people beg and plead with him. I supposed it made him feel more powerful. I couldn't stand it any more. I snapped and yelled at him.
'You're pathetic! You think all of this proves your better then everyone else just because you can push people around. It's not big. Without alcohol you have nothing! You lost your family because of it, you lost your job, any friends you may have had and any respect anyone may have had for you.' I paused to catch my breath and noticed the quarter full bottle of vodka on the side and grabbed it. 'You want this?' I said, tipping the bottle slightly. My dad looked up, obviously torn between trying to overpower me and his beloved drink. 'Well, you can't have this.' Instead of tipping it away I put my mouth to the bottle and downed it all within seconds. Sudden waves of nausea swept over me and I almost fell over.
'That was a big mistake boy!' he yelled. He dropped Monica and lunged towards me with the knife. I was ready for him though. Through the misty haze that had blurred my vision I slammed the empty bottle against the side of the counter and was prepared to use it as my weapon. I grabbed the wrist of the arm that held the knife and tried to force him away. But the vodka had gone strait to my head and I found I couldn't function properly. I was feeling flushed and couldn't balance. I felt despair as I realised I couldn't win, my father was stronger. I would never win.
'Freeze!' The voice of an angel came from the doorway. I looked up and saw my saviour. A young woman, maybe a few years older then me was standing by the door holding a gun. She was a police officer, backed up by a squad of three other people. She looked familiar, though I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen her before. The men rushed over and surrounded my dad, who gave up easily considering the struggle it always took me to face him. As two of the men took him away the other officer and the young woman walked over to Monica and I. The young woman stood close to me and helped me up from where my dad had pushed me to the ground.
'Chandler?' she said to me, her eyes wide.
'Um, yeah. Do I know you?' I asked, the familiarity was disturbing. There was something about her, her eyes and voice. All seemed all too memorable. There was something not quite right about it.
'Chandler, it's me, Lizzie. Remember?' My heart stopped. Lizzie? That was impossible. My knees went weak and she led me over to the chairs. Monica was already sitting in one, being calmed down by the other officer. I stared up at 'Lizzie'. I finally found my voice to speak.
'You cant be Lizzie. She's dead.' I said, my voice beginning to shake again.
'Chandler, Honey.' She said, almost sadly. 'I didn't die. Mom thought I was dead but I supposed I was just knocked out. Anyway, I was told what happened. After Mom took you and ran out Dad ran after you. Mrs Seymour next door had heard the fight and came round as soon as she heard dad leave. She took me to the hospital and tried to track you and Mom down. We couldn't find you.' She looked at me for the first time since she had started talking. Her eyes were full of grief. 'I found out later that you had gone to Nora and Charles' and your name got changed to Bing.'
'Wow. Oh my God.' I couldn't speak, I was numb with shock. 'Um, how did you find me now?'
'Well I joined the police force a few years ago and I came across this case and decided to take it on. Once I found out he was after you, my baby brother, I did everything I could to find out what he'd do. I saw what you did tonight Chandler and that was brave. You stood up to him and I am so proud.' She smiled at me and I smiled back. My sister. I couldn't believe it. 'I saw you once before, remember? I don't think you recognized exactly who I was other wise you would have caught on that I was still alive.' I frowned at her. Where had I seen those familiar eyes before?
It was in collage, halfway through my first year. Ross had just meet up with Carol and were getting along great. I had my own girlfriend, Kelly. She was beautiful, with long black hair and green eyes. Looking back she reminded me of Monica. It was spring break and the four of us went to New York City for a few days. We weren't the type to go out partying all the time and wanted a good, fun holiday. I wanted to visit some of the sites, like central park and the statue of Liberty, Ross wanted to go to the museums there and the girls wanted to hit the shops. It was on my second day and I went for a walk in the park. There was a fountain in the middle of the park where you could sit for hours and the whole city would just pass you by. As I sat there I became oblivious to anything else until a girl sat next to me. She had the same expression on her face that I suppose I had. She stared in to nothing for a long time. I sat there staring at her. She was beautiful, and recognizable. I felt as if I knew her, but I thought that if I had ever met her before I was sure I'd remember.
After a while she noticed me staring at her. Her eyes looked deep in to mine and she seemed to realise something. Before I could open my mouth to speak to her Ross had found me. He grabbed my arm and led me away. The girl on the fountain smiled at me and waved goodbye.
I looked back up at Lizzie. It was really her.
'There's nothing to worry about anymore Chandler. Dad's going away for a very long time now.' She smiled down at me. I heard sniffling coming from the doorway. Ross, Rachel, Phoebe Joey and Nora had come to the door and was watching the scene of brother and sister reunited. I grinned at them as they came in. Monica was in the chair next to me. She seemed ok, just a little shocked.
'But, what happened to Mom?' I asked Lizzie after a while. Her smile vanished and she suddenly looked sad.
'I didn't find this out until a few years ago but she committed suicide.' She said in a barely audible whisper. I wrapped my arms around her and bought her in to a hug.
It was a few weeks later and the gang and I, including Lizzie were coming out of the courtroom after hearing my Dads' sentence. Nine years minimum in prison for attempted murder, breaking and entering, five house robberies and resisting arrest. There were a few more cases up against him and we had only heard a few. Dad was a very bad person, I learned.
Over the last few weeks I had been in absolute heaven. My secret was out, I had nothing else to hide from my friends, I was reunited with my sister and Monica and I had grown closer. We were beginning to date and I couldn't be happier. Ross pretended to be ok but I knew it bothered him. And now my dad was in prison and I was free from fear of him.
Life was perfect.
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'I told you I'd see you soon. A pity you won't listen. Now say good bye to your friend.'
Scared didn't come close to what I was feeling just then. Terrified didn't even reach it. Monica was my best friend. She helped me whenever I needed it and made me feel so much better hen anyone could ever make me feel. Now she was under threat and he had to save her. But this threat was something I couldn't handle. But I had to face up to it now, for Monica.
'Chandler!' Monica called out to me, pleading at me with her eyes. I had to do this. I had stood up to him just a little while ago! I could do it again.
'What do you want from me?' I asked, trying to sound brave but my voice was shaking from fear. He stared at me with an evil grin on his face. He was definatly drunk; I could smell it on his breath from where I was.
'Tell me where your mother is!' He yelled. 'Tell me now, if I don't get what I want then I'll kill her!' He pushed the knife closer to Monicas' neck and she cried out. I flinched at her cry; I couldn't stand it when she was in pain.
'I promise you! I really don't know where she is.' I yelled back, almost crying with frustration. I didn't know the one thing that would save my friend.
'I don't believe you!' He spat at me. 'I'm giving you one last chance.' Monicas' eyes pleaded with me again.
'I wouldn't risk one of my friends who love me for someone who abandoned me! If I knew where she was I would tell you but I haven't seen her since I was five years old. Please, you have to believe me.' Now I was pleading. My dad could tell this and was glad. He always enjoyed making people beg and plead with him. I supposed it made him feel more powerful. I couldn't stand it any more. I snapped and yelled at him.
'You're pathetic! You think all of this proves your better then everyone else just because you can push people around. It's not big. Without alcohol you have nothing! You lost your family because of it, you lost your job, any friends you may have had and any respect anyone may have had for you.' I paused to catch my breath and noticed the quarter full bottle of vodka on the side and grabbed it. 'You want this?' I said, tipping the bottle slightly. My dad looked up, obviously torn between trying to overpower me and his beloved drink. 'Well, you can't have this.' Instead of tipping it away I put my mouth to the bottle and downed it all within seconds. Sudden waves of nausea swept over me and I almost fell over.
'That was a big mistake boy!' he yelled. He dropped Monica and lunged towards me with the knife. I was ready for him though. Through the misty haze that had blurred my vision I slammed the empty bottle against the side of the counter and was prepared to use it as my weapon. I grabbed the wrist of the arm that held the knife and tried to force him away. But the vodka had gone strait to my head and I found I couldn't function properly. I was feeling flushed and couldn't balance. I felt despair as I realised I couldn't win, my father was stronger. I would never win.
'Freeze!' The voice of an angel came from the doorway. I looked up and saw my saviour. A young woman, maybe a few years older then me was standing by the door holding a gun. She was a police officer, backed up by a squad of three other people. She looked familiar, though I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen her before. The men rushed over and surrounded my dad, who gave up easily considering the struggle it always took me to face him. As two of the men took him away the other officer and the young woman walked over to Monica and I. The young woman stood close to me and helped me up from where my dad had pushed me to the ground.
'Chandler?' she said to me, her eyes wide.
'Um, yeah. Do I know you?' I asked, the familiarity was disturbing. There was something about her, her eyes and voice. All seemed all too memorable. There was something not quite right about it.
'Chandler, it's me, Lizzie. Remember?' My heart stopped. Lizzie? That was impossible. My knees went weak and she led me over to the chairs. Monica was already sitting in one, being calmed down by the other officer. I stared up at 'Lizzie'. I finally found my voice to speak.
'You cant be Lizzie. She's dead.' I said, my voice beginning to shake again.
'Chandler, Honey.' She said, almost sadly. 'I didn't die. Mom thought I was dead but I supposed I was just knocked out. Anyway, I was told what happened. After Mom took you and ran out Dad ran after you. Mrs Seymour next door had heard the fight and came round as soon as she heard dad leave. She took me to the hospital and tried to track you and Mom down. We couldn't find you.' She looked at me for the first time since she had started talking. Her eyes were full of grief. 'I found out later that you had gone to Nora and Charles' and your name got changed to Bing.'
'Wow. Oh my God.' I couldn't speak, I was numb with shock. 'Um, how did you find me now?'
'Well I joined the police force a few years ago and I came across this case and decided to take it on. Once I found out he was after you, my baby brother, I did everything I could to find out what he'd do. I saw what you did tonight Chandler and that was brave. You stood up to him and I am so proud.' She smiled at me and I smiled back. My sister. I couldn't believe it. 'I saw you once before, remember? I don't think you recognized exactly who I was other wise you would have caught on that I was still alive.' I frowned at her. Where had I seen those familiar eyes before?
It was in collage, halfway through my first year. Ross had just meet up with Carol and were getting along great. I had my own girlfriend, Kelly. She was beautiful, with long black hair and green eyes. Looking back she reminded me of Monica. It was spring break and the four of us went to New York City for a few days. We weren't the type to go out partying all the time and wanted a good, fun holiday. I wanted to visit some of the sites, like central park and the statue of Liberty, Ross wanted to go to the museums there and the girls wanted to hit the shops. It was on my second day and I went for a walk in the park. There was a fountain in the middle of the park where you could sit for hours and the whole city would just pass you by. As I sat there I became oblivious to anything else until a girl sat next to me. She had the same expression on her face that I suppose I had. She stared in to nothing for a long time. I sat there staring at her. She was beautiful, and recognizable. I felt as if I knew her, but I thought that if I had ever met her before I was sure I'd remember.
After a while she noticed me staring at her. Her eyes looked deep in to mine and she seemed to realise something. Before I could open my mouth to speak to her Ross had found me. He grabbed my arm and led me away. The girl on the fountain smiled at me and waved goodbye.
I looked back up at Lizzie. It was really her.
'There's nothing to worry about anymore Chandler. Dad's going away for a very long time now.' She smiled down at me. I heard sniffling coming from the doorway. Ross, Rachel, Phoebe Joey and Nora had come to the door and was watching the scene of brother and sister reunited. I grinned at them as they came in. Monica was in the chair next to me. She seemed ok, just a little shocked.
'But, what happened to Mom?' I asked Lizzie after a while. Her smile vanished and she suddenly looked sad.
'I didn't find this out until a few years ago but she committed suicide.' She said in a barely audible whisper. I wrapped my arms around her and bought her in to a hug.
It was a few weeks later and the gang and I, including Lizzie were coming out of the courtroom after hearing my Dads' sentence. Nine years minimum in prison for attempted murder, breaking and entering, five house robberies and resisting arrest. There were a few more cases up against him and we had only heard a few. Dad was a very bad person, I learned.
Over the last few weeks I had been in absolute heaven. My secret was out, I had nothing else to hide from my friends, I was reunited with my sister and Monica and I had grown closer. We were beginning to date and I couldn't be happier. Ross pretended to be ok but I knew it bothered him. And now my dad was in prison and I was free from fear of him.
Life was perfect.
Oh my God I am SO going to miss writing this! Now that you've read the whole thing please review. I really want to know what you think of the ending. Thanx for reading it all the way through and hitting the back button at the first chance (