This is continued from the last one.not exactly after, but.whatever (
Monica walked into her home more exahsted than usual. She hung her jacket up, and set her purse down on a little side table. Dragging herself to the kitchen, she threw her keys down on the table and wandered over to the fridge to grab a drink. Half way to the fridge, she was met by Pete.
"Where-What-were-the-you-hell-last-is-night-this?!"
"What the hell is what?" Monica hissed back.
"This," he shoved the pregnancy test in her face. "What the hell is this!"
"A pregancy test."
"A POSITIVE pregnancy test."
"What's your point?" Monica asked, half fumed, half scared.
Pete slid right up to her face and said, "Did you cheat on me?"
Monica's face held an expression of shock. She didn't see that question coming. "Wha- How could you say that?"
"Because I think you did, that's how." Pete replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh My God Pete! I cannot believe that you would accuse me of that! You know that you and I have had unprotected sex before!" Monica was furious now. She couldn't believed that a man who claimed he loved her could accuse her of such wrong doing.
"And you know that I don't want to have kids!" He shot back.
"How was I supposed to know! You never talked to me about it!"
"Well, usually women bring up these kinds of things."
"Well, it's not like I didn't try! Every time I tried to bring it up, you said we'd talk about it later. And what did you do? You fall asleep!"
"Sex tires me," was his bland reply.
"Oh, so you DO remember," sarcasm now entering her voice. Pete just crossed his arms and looked at her.
"What?" she asked, scared about the answer.
"Just let me get this straight. You didn't cheat on me right?" Monica nodded, unable to get her tongue to move. "What did you say?"
"No, I didn't cheat on you," her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you getting at Pete?"
"Get an abortion."
"What?! I can't do that! It's, it's it's," she sputtered. "It's murder!" Her jaw was permanately glued to the floor. Pete was completely shocking her with what he had to say. She couldn't say that she was surprised with his overall attitude though. He had always been off-ish with kids.
"Well, pick. Me, or the child."
"Oh my goodness Pete. I cannot believe you're acting this way!" Monica said, feeling anger creep up, pushing her fear away. "You are so unfair! Me being pregnant is not just my fault you know! It's partly yours too you fucking selfish bastard!" He had pushed her over the top. There she was worrying her butt off, and now, there he was bitching at her for something she didn't even do.
"Pick."
"Why Pete? Why do I have to pick? Can't you just accept the fact that we're going to have a baby?"
"No! I don't want one! It ruins my life plans."
"That is the stupidest excuse I've ever heard!" Monica yelled. "That's it Pete. I pick the baby."
"Then leave." She glared at him for a split second, turned on her heel and left, slamming the door behind her. A few seconds later, she came back and grabbed her purse and jacket. Leaving once again, she left the door open, and stalked out.
Pete sighed and retreated to their, no his, bedroom.
Monica wandered into the driveway and contemplated in taking a taxi to town. She looked into the garage and saw her newest Lexus and decided to drive that out instead.
She drove, dry-eyed into New York wondering what she was going to do next. She parked on the street and walked up to the correct floor before knocking on the door. (a.n. hehe that rhymed.) Chandler answered and immediately, a concerned look crossed his face.
"Monica, what are you doing here?" Chandler said, alarmed.
"Pete kind of kicked me out. May I stay here tonight?" Monica replied, surprisingly calm. She stood in front of him, wide-eyed.
"What do you mean 'kind of'?"
"Um, he kind of, I mean, he made me pick." A confused look replaced Chandler's concerned one.
"Pick between what?" It was then that Monica realized Rachel hadn't told anyone yet.
"May I come in first?"
"Oh, yeah sure." Chandler said, completely confused and flustered. He motioned for her to sit down on Joey's barca lounger. She did so, on the edge, twiddling her fingers. Chandler watched her a moment from the door before going over to sit with her. He watched her for awhile, waiting for her to talk. She finally blinked out of it, and sighed.
"I guess Rach didn't tell you. I'm pregnant. But wait," Monica gestured with her hands as he was about to congratulate her. "Pete," she paused, "Pete doesn't want a baby. So he made me pick." She looked away from his tantalizing eyes and gazed at the floor. Her vision finally blurred with angry tears. She didn't even bother blinking them back as they fell onto the beige carpet. She felt Chandler's strong arms wrap around her. She wasn't really sad, just mad. At least for now.
I've been nice so far. No cliffhangers. Yay me! Alrighty, Pete's evil, time goes on, and so does life.
Monica walked into her home more exahsted than usual. She hung her jacket up, and set her purse down on a little side table. Dragging herself to the kitchen, she threw her keys down on the table and wandered over to the fridge to grab a drink. Half way to the fridge, she was met by Pete.
"Where-What-were-the-you-hell-last-is-night-this?!"
"What the hell is what?" Monica hissed back.
"This," he shoved the pregnancy test in her face. "What the hell is this!"
"A pregancy test."
"A POSITIVE pregnancy test."
"What's your point?" Monica asked, half fumed, half scared.
Pete slid right up to her face and said, "Did you cheat on me?"
Monica's face held an expression of shock. She didn't see that question coming. "Wha- How could you say that?"
"Because I think you did, that's how." Pete replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh My God Pete! I cannot believe that you would accuse me of that! You know that you and I have had unprotected sex before!" Monica was furious now. She couldn't believed that a man who claimed he loved her could accuse her of such wrong doing.
"And you know that I don't want to have kids!" He shot back.
"How was I supposed to know! You never talked to me about it!"
"Well, usually women bring up these kinds of things."
"Well, it's not like I didn't try! Every time I tried to bring it up, you said we'd talk about it later. And what did you do? You fall asleep!"
"Sex tires me," was his bland reply.
"Oh, so you DO remember," sarcasm now entering her voice. Pete just crossed his arms and looked at her.
"What?" she asked, scared about the answer.
"Just let me get this straight. You didn't cheat on me right?" Monica nodded, unable to get her tongue to move. "What did you say?"
"No, I didn't cheat on you," her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you getting at Pete?"
"Get an abortion."
"What?! I can't do that! It's, it's it's," she sputtered. "It's murder!" Her jaw was permanately glued to the floor. Pete was completely shocking her with what he had to say. She couldn't say that she was surprised with his overall attitude though. He had always been off-ish with kids.
"Well, pick. Me, or the child."
"Oh my goodness Pete. I cannot believe you're acting this way!" Monica said, feeling anger creep up, pushing her fear away. "You are so unfair! Me being pregnant is not just my fault you know! It's partly yours too you fucking selfish bastard!" He had pushed her over the top. There she was worrying her butt off, and now, there he was bitching at her for something she didn't even do.
"Pick."
"Why Pete? Why do I have to pick? Can't you just accept the fact that we're going to have a baby?"
"No! I don't want one! It ruins my life plans."
"That is the stupidest excuse I've ever heard!" Monica yelled. "That's it Pete. I pick the baby."
"Then leave." She glared at him for a split second, turned on her heel and left, slamming the door behind her. A few seconds later, she came back and grabbed her purse and jacket. Leaving once again, she left the door open, and stalked out.
Pete sighed and retreated to their, no his, bedroom.
Monica wandered into the driveway and contemplated in taking a taxi to town. She looked into the garage and saw her newest Lexus and decided to drive that out instead.
She drove, dry-eyed into New York wondering what she was going to do next. She parked on the street and walked up to the correct floor before knocking on the door. (a.n. hehe that rhymed.) Chandler answered and immediately, a concerned look crossed his face.
"Monica, what are you doing here?" Chandler said, alarmed.
"Pete kind of kicked me out. May I stay here tonight?" Monica replied, surprisingly calm. She stood in front of him, wide-eyed.
"What do you mean 'kind of'?"
"Um, he kind of, I mean, he made me pick." A confused look replaced Chandler's concerned one.
"Pick between what?" It was then that Monica realized Rachel hadn't told anyone yet.
"May I come in first?"
"Oh, yeah sure." Chandler said, completely confused and flustered. He motioned for her to sit down on Joey's barca lounger. She did so, on the edge, twiddling her fingers. Chandler watched her a moment from the door before going over to sit with her. He watched her for awhile, waiting for her to talk. She finally blinked out of it, and sighed.
"I guess Rach didn't tell you. I'm pregnant. But wait," Monica gestured with her hands as he was about to congratulate her. "Pete," she paused, "Pete doesn't want a baby. So he made me pick." She looked away from his tantalizing eyes and gazed at the floor. Her vision finally blurred with angry tears. She didn't even bother blinking them back as they fell onto the beige carpet. She felt Chandler's strong arms wrap around her. She wasn't really sad, just mad. At least for now.
I've been nice so far. No cliffhangers. Yay me! Alrighty, Pete's evil, time goes on, and so does life.