(Authors Notes: There are 2 of us remember? Courteney Fan is author #2 go
check out some of her stories she's the best! But here we are Judgment Day.
If you have been keeping up with this story you know what I meen. I will
apologize for what happens ahead of time. Its not a fun thing. )
(Disclaimer:Ya know IM getting sick of writing one of these but I have too so :: sigh :: [ half ass tone ] I do not own the friends characters. Nor do I own this situation. Hey IM not taking responsibility for it! )
This was the only place she knew to go too, this was the one person she knew she could talk too and the one person she knew she shouldn't.
Her eyes scanned the door and her mind read the name.
"Chandler Bing"
She swallowed and pulled her jacket up over the fresh red ring around her neck from Joey's hands and his tight grip. She brushed her hair behind her ears and gave a few swipes under her eye to make sure no stray tears were present. He was his best friend he would know what to tell her.
She took a breath gathered her composure and knocked on the door.
His head hung carelessly over the back of his chair, a gapping open mouth emitting the sounds of sleep, yes he was snoring. The knock wasn't loud but it was enough to jolt him back awake. Thinking it was his boss or another employee he made himself look hard at work, ignoring the fact his eyes were slightly puffy from his sudden wake up call. He typed quickly and took a drink of coffee at the same time.
"Come in" He didn't take his eyes off his computer screen, this made him look real busy, Until he heard her voice.
"Hey " she smiled weakly and looked at an empty chair in front of his desk.
"Oh yeah,... uhh have a seat. " His face was mangled with a confused expression.
She complied and sat laying her purse on the floor beside her feet.
"Just thought id come say hi, because I don't say .. Hi a lot to you. So hi "
His confused expression remains.
"Oh ... well hi to you too"
His soft smile comforts her. And for moments she is jealous of the love that Monica gets from him. A love that she has wanted for years, though from a different man.
She got up and made her way to his big window, staring out across the sea of buildings. Her emotions got the better of her, but she wouldn't let herself cry in front of him. She let herself think of how happy he made Monica and for a few minuets it made her want him as her own.
"Are you OK Rach?" this sudden visit by her was unexpected and unusual.
"IM fine " She muttered. And her hand caressed her neck.
"Can I ask,... whatcha doin here? " He said in a playful manor.
"I want to talk to Monica." Her voice sounded sad.
"Umm.. IM just guessing ... but i don't think she's here"
"She wont talk to me now" tears made their way but still she tried her best to hide them.
"IM sure she will...well i uhh.. i have to get back to. "
"Solitaire? " she turned to face him and smiled.
"Yeah solitaire " he scratched his head and mimicked her smile.
"Chandler, ... do you love her?"
He wondered if she really meant him to answer this, her back was turned to him again and was hard for him to interpret if she was serious.
"What?"
"Do you really love her? "
"Of Crosse I do. Why,.. why wouldn't I? " He moved closer to her and put his hands in his pockets.
"That's great, that's really great" she smiled and turned to face him yet again, looking to the ground she took a few steps without realizing how close she was to him she stopped and looked up finally realizing she was just a few feet away from him. She had been closer before but it didn't feel this way then.
She licked her lips. And glared into his eyes. 'He loves her so much' she thought to herself. She looked to the floor and back to him, with his furrowed brow and confusion written all over his face. She took a few more steps, and with her steps forward he matched them by taking a step backward.
"Its OK." she said to him whispering. He blinked his eyes attentively
She took another step and he took another step, she took a step and he took a small step, he felt his desk on meet the back of his legs and he froze she didn't stop moving towards him.
"Rachel I .."
"Shh " She smiled and placed a finger over his lips.
She moved within inches in front of him and didn't stop there. This all seemed to be happening so slow but it was a matter of seconds from the window until here. He stepped forward to back her up. And she backed up, but then came back. He quickly stepped backwards and at the feel of the desk again he quickly moved his hands from his pockets to stop her.
His hands met her arms and she just pushed slightly past them, but more or less brought them with her. She leaned into him pushing him backwards, and then she kissed him. He knew it was going to happen yet it was unexpected. Her tongue pushed past his lis and met his.
Shock was the first thing that hit him and he acted on the kiss, returning it. She leaned on him more until he was sitting on his desk her arms down his back his arms on her arms. He returned the kiss more. And then realized what he was doing.
He quickly pulled her off him and stood to meet her in case she decided to give it another try.
"Rachel what are we doing? " around his mouth was red as was hers from the intense kiss they shared.
She stood looking at him with a blank expression.
"Oh God Chandler" She grabbed her temples, and bent down to gather her purse. Her nerves so frazzled she made 2 attempts to pick up her purse before actually being able to grasp it. Her mind was buzzing, she had no idea why she had kissed him. She didn't notice that she was still on the floor trying to get her purse.
"It's.....OK" He hesitated to say those words. But before he could finish the sentence he wished to speak she met with his eyes. And they begged for comfort for love. So he reached out his hand and rubbed her cheek smiling.
"But is it? " She leaned into him giving him this time a more passionate kiss, and he returned it. She leaned into him more and he wrapped his arms around her. He didn't know why but his body wanted this, even though how much his mind begged him to stop he couldn't.
He pushed her back onto the floor with the force of his body and of his kiss. His hand traveled down to the rim of her skirt and started its way up her thigh. She groaned in his mouth. And the sudden shock of what was going on had finally hit him. What was he doing?!
He reluctantly pulled away from her mouth. He had to stop it before things got too out of his control. The were both breathing hard and she lay under him begging for more. He sat up and still panting like a dog he ran his hands through his hair.
"What's wrong? "
"Rach.... we cant do this. I cant do this "
"You don't want too? " She leaned away from him and his cold comment.
He looked to his pants where her eyes followed.
"Obviously somebody wants too " He joked hoping to relieve the tension around them.
"I wont tell her Chandler "
"I cant Rachel. What about Joey? "
"I don't love Joey " She seductively made her way to his belt buckle, hoping that would incise him into completing this deed that he had started. As her hands reached the outside of the bulge in his pants. He roughly pushed them away.
"Well, I love Monica. I cant do this. IM sorry you have to go. " He got to his feet and straightened his clothes out
"IM sorry" she wiped her forehead and the tears fell from her eyes like a waterfall. Before she thought he noticed she turned her head away from him, her hair fell over her shoulder staying flush against her face. Fallin away from the neck that she tried to hide.
He felt horrible for making her feel this way. he hung his head down thinking of ways he could make it right, when he realized she made herself fell this was her fault. She kept the kiss she clung to it when he pulled off her.
He gave himself a 'how dare her' head shake, and when he was looking up to tell her that it was pretty much her fault he saw it.
"You know you brought this upon your...." He fixated his eyes on her. Squinting even to make sure what he saw was really there. He moved closer not taking his eyes off her.
Goosebumps rushed down her back when she felt his hand softly brushing against her skin. She smiled at what she thought was his attempt to complete things. And also what she wanted to happen. Her eyes softly closed she rubbed her head against the hand that was on her neck. Oh no her neck!
She jerked her head away from him and quickly covered her neck with her hair.
"I umm.. I have to go" she grabbed her bag and made her way off the floor, in one swift motion she was up, and awkwardly facing him.
"I have to go" she regained her composure and straightened out the bottom of her skirt. Without letting him respond she turned and briskly walked to the door, but he met her fast steps. He grabbed her arm tight and with her walking so fast he actually turned her around. She was facing him but their eyes did not meet. She looked away instead. In shame.
His eyes were intense almost protective. He loosened his grip on her arm and grabbed the other to bring her closer, he licked his lips. And moved a hand up to brush her hair off her neck.
"What's this?"
She smiled and laughed to herself.
"Oh that,.. " She made a small laugh again she self consciously pulled her hair over the red forming bruise across the sides of her neck. Her chin quivered a bit, so little that if he were to have blinked he would have missed it. Her nose and the area around her eyes began to turn red. That usually happened before they cried, it happened to Monica too.
"Its, ... its nothing."
He sneered at her feeble attempt to try and cover up what he knew had happened to her.
She felt his eyes on it, and a tear welled up in her left eye, as soon as it fell her hand was there to wipe it clean.
"I need to go " her voice was shaky
"Rach"
"No Chandler,.. Don't worry about it. Everything is fine." She played with the rim of her white shirt avoiding his eyes.
"Is this because you were pregnant? "
Her head jerked up, and her eyes questioned him.
"Monica told me"
She nodded and gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Yes its because IM pregnant"
"You.?...I thought you weren't"
Her face gave away the fact that she had revealed too much. And she gave the same facial expression and laugh as she did when covering up her bruise.
"No ... no IM... IM not" she bit her lip and her hands went to work again at the rim of her shirt.
"I feel like the worlds biggest idiot! IM standing here crying all over you. And to top it all off we had that. " Her voice trailed off and she looked to the floor, where the adulteress act would've taken place.
"I haven't had a kiss like that in.."
"Rachel, . that wasn't supposed to happen. I... didn't meen for that to happen"
Her face wrinkle trying to squeeze out more tears.
"I know, ... but every kiss I've had for the past 2 years wasn't supposed to happen' So ... don't feel like the bad guy. " Her face dried up and her voice began to normalize.
"Mr.Bing" He jumped to the sound of another voice suddenly in his room. He ran to the little black phone that neatly sat upon his desk, upon his arrival at the desk he tugged at his tie and pushed a little button. She watched him as he leaned closer to speak into it.
"Yes Helen? "
"There' someone here to see you"
A flash went over his body, and he threw his watch up to his face. And he gasped
"Oh fuck me"
"Excuse me Mr.Bing "
"Oh uhh....uh .. tha. thank you Helen. "
He let go of the button and grabbed his head.
"Its Monica., Monica here to see me"
Rachel calmly walked to him, close to him.
"You'll be fine " She said with a smile of confidence, She brought her hand to his face, he jerked back in response to her hand on his skin, she wiped around his mouth at the lipstick that had been spread. And returned her eyes to is pants. And at the bulge that was no longer there.
"See look, everything's workin out fine for you. "
He gave a weak attempt at a smile. And she thankfully left without Monica walking past her.
He sat at his desk put his elbows up on the table, he rested his head in his hands his eyes were open wide, he breathed in deep closing his eyes. Trying to regain himself before she showed up.
He heard footsteps in the hallway, and took a deep breath thinking it was her. But the steps disappeared. He stay in this position for a few moments longer, when a scent came across his nose.
It was "Clinique Happy " he knew the smell memorized it, it filled his nose when he was sleeping when he woke up and whenever he saw...
"Monica " She stood before him within inches of his face. And planted a giant kiss on his lips.
"Did you just have a mint? " she asked slyly
He frowned when he realized she tasted Rachel's mint.
"Mon ... " He pushed her off him and pulled her arms from around his neck.
"I brought you a present. " She was happy considering the encounter that was shared between her and Rachel, even happy after he just pushed her off him.
She grabbed her bag and pulled out of it a tiny flower.
He smiled at the site of the tiny weed she gave him. Sure it was just a weed, nothing special just a tiny white flower, but she gave it to him like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Like she had searched all over for it.
"I was walking.. And I just saw it. Its kinda plain but for some reason it stuck out to me. "
"Sounds like a guy I know" He joked and snickered while twirling the little flower between his fingers watching the little petals fly in the little breeze it got from his twirling.
She smiled. And kissed his cheek close to the side of his mouth. He stopped the twirling and guilt hit him like a baseball bat.
"What's wrong? " she asked serious and backed away from him.
He looked down at his desk. To try and gather his thoughts Or to think of a better way to tell her, there was no good way.
"Mon I ... we uhh.. " He gave a laugh and shook his head. He looked up to her, into her eyes that looked worried.
"Monica ..... "
"Chandler .. what is it? "
He gave her a warm smile, and then it slowly faded. His eyes returned to his desk.
"What do you have to say? "
She waited patiently for a few moments, watching him fidget.
"Say it "
She waited, crossing her arms, he knew she was getting in patient and annoyed,.. Among other things it just wouldn't leave his tongue he wanted so bad to tell her but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Chandler just say it ! "
He couldn't think of a good way to say it so h just blurted it out. Probably faster than he should have.
"Monica i kissed Rachel"
"Oh Stop" She laughed and playfully punched his arm. She continued to laugh to herself, when she noticed his serious demeanor.
"Please tell me you're joking " Her voice grew soft, funny he thought he'd have a black eye by now.
She uncrossed her arms, and her hands made their way up to her face. She covered her eyes and let out a sound of disappointment. He listened to her sniff.
"Why? " Her voice went shaky. And recrossed her arms, only this time not aggressively, but seemingly in self defense.
"She was... I couldn't stop her, and before I knew it she was on me kissing me "He moved to touch her arm but she coldly drew away from him.
"Did you kiss her back? " she looked to the floor, and then back to his guilty eyes.
"Mon...... I didn't know what,.. what to do it all happened so fast. " He again tried to grab her arm and again she coldly took a step away from him.
"You didn't know what to do ?! " she looked to the ceiling quickly and then back to him, taking a deep breath of annoyance.
"How bout 'No thanx Rachel' how bout 'Get the hell out of here Rachel' ' Run to Joey again Rachel' ?" her tone grew in volume with each suggestion she gave him. And her defensive manor turned aggressive.
"Monica it's not like that" His tone grew too and he became aggressive back.
"Oh IM sorry, forgive me. Poor Rachel. Poor poor Rachel. " She shook her head 'No.'
"How could you do this to me ? " her voice went soft and her bottom eye lids turned a flush red color, along with her nose, they way they did when she was about to cry.
Her hand went to her face again and she stared at his desk. Seeming to be gathering a few thoughts together. Her hand rested under her nose, it stopped moving when she went to wipe her face. And when she started to stare.
"It wasn't a big deal. It was a 'nothing' kiss "Monica's mouth dropped open and that was his clear sign that he had defiantly said the wrong thing.
"Oh well that's good. See if it were 'something' it would make a huge difference" sarcasm rang through her words.
"Monica. It was just a kiss. A lot of other things could've happened. " Her eyes widened to the size of a 50 cent pieces, and her mouth dropped nearly to the floor.
"Oh.. thank you Chandler, i hadn't thought of that. "
"Mon,... IM sorry. I told you because i didn't want to keep it from you. "
A small smile appeared. But then faded as fast as it formed.
"When did this happen" For the first time her voice sounded reasonable.
"Just, ... not long ago"
"Today? "
"I didn't want to lie to you, by not telling you. "
"Today? " Each time she spoke she sounded more persistent.
"Yes, " Defeat sounded his tone.
She walked to him, without looking to his eyes. She leaned against him, he wondered what she was doing but he didn't care. She looked to his eyes. And moved her face close to him, she hesitated a bit before reaching his lips. He wrapped his arms around her back and returned her kiss.
"No,. I cant. I cant do it. " She tries to push out of his arms. But he holds her close.
"Chandler let go! " And with this he released her harder than he probably should've.
"Mon I told you I was sorry. What more do you want? " He held his hands out to his sides
She said nothing but just hung her head low and gathered the little flower up in between her fingers, avoiding his questions. And his harsh tone. Her anger was building. The one person he trusted had kissed the one person she didn't trust anymore.
"You have no right to yell at me. IM not the one who kissed someone else. "
"Goddamn Monica. It was one little stupid kiss. It was nothing. "
"Mr.Bing" He sighed heavily and without moving his upper body he answered his secretary.
"Yes Helen! "
"Sorry to bother you Mr.Bing, but there a Miss. Rachel Greene here to see you. "
"What ? " his eyes went to Monica which were burning holes in the little machine.
"She claims to have left her purse in your office. "
His eyes went to the spot in his floor, and there it sat neatly tucked up against the leg of the chair. Her eyes found it too.
"Thank you Helen" He moved to speak to Monica again but as interrupted.
"Shall i send her in again ? " He closed his eyes
"Thank you HELEN! " Discreetly trying to tell her to shut up, before she caused more problems. And he turned to Monica.
The room was silent. He bent down and grabbed the bag that occupied his floor. A bag that shouldn't be there, but was. Like a little intruder.
She watched his hands grab the bag and how gently he seemed to hold it. Earlier that day she thought twice about coming to see him, she wishes she would've thought more.
"Its OK Chandler, you don't have to hide it from me, IM sure you will both be very happy together " She sneered.
"Oh will you stop! " His impatience grew and he tossed Rachel's purse onto the chair.
"One kiss Monica,.. "
"Oh so IM only allowed to get mad if you sleep with her? "
He ran his hands through his hair and turned his back to her, walking to his window.
"No but i guess i Should've "
"What?!"
"Yes, it almost happened, right here, yes that's right right here in this floor. But i stopped it because of you "
"Well IM sorry that i am in your way"
"Maybe i should've kept going " He said coldly and returned his glance to the window
She turned her head so he couldn't see the tears that he was making her cry.
"It wouldn't have made a difference to you would it? " She didn't answer instead she clutched her purse strap on her shoulder.
"In your eyes I've already slept with her"
"Well, go ahead you have my permission " She screeched showing just in fact what he had caused.
She stormed out of his office slamming the door behind her, so hard that his window shook.
She walked briskly down the hallway and stopped at the elevator. She brought a hand up to her face as she stood and cried, He didn't walk after her to stop her. Nor did he say anything to her before she left. The elevator was heard stopping for her, and she brought her hand away but wiped at her eyes before looking to the doors as they opened for her.
She made a sarcastic laugh to herself when she saw who was waiting to get off on that floor.
"Oh Mon what's wrong? " Rachel innocently asked. And as soon as she saw the glare that she had been given she knew what was wrong with her.
She smiled lightly. And desperately tried to compensate for the act that almost took place
"Mon it was nothing "
"So I heard " She returned her cold stare and walked past her onto the elevator.
"It really was ... nothing"
She just pushed one of the many buttons just to let Rachel know that she wasn't listening to a thing she was saying.
"Fine Monica don't listen to me."She stepped out of the elevator on his floor.
"I don't plan on it" She slammed the 'door close' button and gave Rachel a 'death stare' while the doors closed.
Monica sat on the couch starring at the blank T.V She heard the front door open but ignored it. She figured it was Chandler or Rachel and she didn't want to talk to either of them.
"What's up?"
Monica tensed at the voice
"Mon?" Joey asked when she didn't respond
Monica whipped the tears that had been lining her eyes and turned around
"Hey Joe"
He held a beer can in his hand. He was walking to the fridge, but stopped when Monica answered. His face instantly became concerned, when he noticed the puffiness around her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine. Are you looking for something?" she asked trying to change the subject
"Ya does Chandler have any beer or anything?"
"No" she said unable to mask her anger at the mask her anger at the mention of his name
"OK what's wrong?" she began to answer but he cut her off.
"and don't say 'nothing' cause there's obviously something"
"It's not a big deal. I'd really like to be alone right now though" she said trying to get him to leave without being blunt about it. She didn't' like being alone with him since 'the incident' especially when he was drinking.
"I'm not leaving till you tell me what's wrong" his tone made it clear that he wasn't leaving. He took a sip from the can and walked to the couch. He sat down next to her, turning to face her. He noticed her inch away from him, and became slightly angry but shook it off. He took another sip.
Monica sat silent looking at the couch.
"Your about to cry" he said sympathetically.
"Don't cry" It tore him up when she cried.
"What happened?"
She didn't want to talk to him about it, because of what happened the other day, but he was still her best friend right? He was just really drunk the other day and didn't realize what he was doing. She shouldn't be afraid to talk to him or be alone with him.
"Well, Chandler..."
"Your crying over Chandler?" his voice hinted anger.
"What'd he do??"
"We got into a big fight today. We both said some things we shouldn't have"
Monica saw the anger that began to form in Joey's eyes.
"Your the happiest couple I know" he commented unable to hide that aggravation in his voice over the fact.
"I'm sure you'll get through it, whatever it is"
"He kissed Rachel" Monica whispered. As soon as she said it she knew she shouldn't have.
"What!" the anger in his eyes became intense. He jumped up from the couch.
Monica tensed at his reaction
"He cheated on you!" he yelled beginning to pace
Monica was suprised that was the part he was focusing on. She figured he would be more pissed about Rachel
"Why the fuck would he do that! What an asshole! I'd never cheat on you"
"What??"
"Where is he?" He asked seething, ignoring her question
"At work why?"
"Shouldn't he be home by now?"
"Ya, but he has to work late"
"Really?" Joey said calming down a bit, sitting back on the couch "I can't believe he'd do that. I would never hurt you" Joey said in a whisper
Monica looked up to see him moving his face in closer to hers
"Uhh Joey, Chandler will be here any minute now, he'll be here " She jumped up from the couch and made her way to the door signaling that it was time for him to go.
"I thought you said he was working late? " He had a grin on his face, she couldn't interpret what it meant, but she knew it couldn't be good.
"Yeah,.. well he does call and sometimes he,... You know what Joey. Its been a trying day. Can we talk about this later? " she opened the apartment door and he made his way to her.
"Yeah I need to go to sleep anyway,..Audition. " He exited the apartment and she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
She made her way to her bedroom turning out the light in the kitchen, and taking a shoe off, with her next step her second shoe would be removed, this was a nightly ritual.
Just after turning out the light in the living room and her hand reached its destination of her bedroom door knob. She heard someone enter the apartment. They were quiet an so she though it was Rachel.
She heard a thump get closer to her and she froze. It wasn't Rachel. As much as she despised him at this moment she silently prayed that it was Chandler.
"Ow damn table " She gasped quietly it was Joey what was he doing here? God please make him leave.
"Joey? Can I help you with something? "Her voice shook he could tell that she was nervous towards his presence.
"Forgot my beer, sorry you weren't sleepin yet were ya? "
"No, I was just getting ready for bed."
"Your not gonna wait for Chandler? Isn't he going to be home soon?"
"Umm. I. ya but I'm too tired to wait up"
"Sounds like you had a rough day"
"You have no idea, . goodnight"
Monica began to enter her room
"Do you mind if I get something to eat before I go? Since I'm already here"
She turned around "Uh...i don't know Joe"
"What?" he asked confused
Monica sighed.
"Turn off the light when you leave" when she entered her room she locked the door. She never locked it but it felt right. She began to change into her pajamas when she realized that Chandler wouldn't be able to get in if the door was locked. She decided to wait till Joey left to unlock the door.
The noise in the kitchen soon stopped once it started. The kitchen light clicked off. She listened for the door to close as she laid in bed but it never came. Either she had missed the sound or Joey was still in the apartment. She prayed with all she had that it wasn't the later. Finally a couple minutes later the door could be heard opening and closing. Monica breathes a sigh of relief. She gets up and unlocks the bedroom door. She leaves the lamp on her in table on waiting for Chandler to get home so she could sleep.
He wasn't drunk she knew that but with even a few beers saying or doing the wrong thing could set him off. He was nothing like Joey when he was drinking, and that scared her. She had already experienced what he was like and had no aspiration to again.
Fifteen minutes later she got up to use the bathroom, she shut the bedroom door behind her. It was completely dark in the apartment she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Her eyes weren't adjusted to the dark because of the light on in her room. If she they were she would have saw Joey sitting on the couch sipping a new beer. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness so he could see a lot better than she could. He watched her enter the bathroom and waited for her to come out.
She brushed her teeth and her hair and was ready to go wait for Chandler. Inside she still hated him for what he had done but for comfort she needed him with her. She felt his arms could protect her from an explosion. And maybe she was right. She hated what he had done earlier and then she wouldve sworn him off. But she needed him. Rachel wasn't going to win. Not him.
She made her way through the darkness much like she usually did her arms extended and her eyes open as far as she could get them, she was just inside the light of the bathroom so now it was harder for her eyes to quickly adjust.
She walked the length from the bathroom door and to the refrigerator, misjudging where the tiny step was, she tumbled over it and almost found herself face down in the floor. As soon as she felt what held her up blood flashed through her body.
Out of reflex she screamed, and his big massive hand covered her mouth to muffle her screams.
"Shh you're gonna fall" He tried to carefully bring her to her feet. But she thrashed about trying to free herself from him.
She did as planned except he made no effort to keep her from falling to the ground. She hit the floor hard with only her hands catching her as she hit. She grunted when the full force of her body came with her.
Her eyes were adjusting the light from the window shown brighter now and helped her to see more of her surroundings. She could see he was still there and she cringed at the thought that he hadn't left.
"What's wrong with you?" Joey asked kneeling down next to her.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Monica's face scrunched up at the smell of his breathe, it reeked of liquor. She scrabbled up to her feet backing up to the front door. Joey walked towards her.
"You ... you need to go now" she shakily opened the door and felt around for the light switch.
Joey caught up to her and slammed the door shut.
"I don't think in *need* to go anywhere and I don't' think I want to."
He reached down and locked the door. Then turned to Monica who had sunk into the corner.
"What's wrong Mon?" Joey said as a small smile played on his face.
"Did that scare you?" he mocked her in a baby like tone. He moved closer to her bringing his lips to hers.
"Joey please " she begged with him. And his dark brown eyes met hers and inside she saw nothing but a cold stare.
He backed away from her but just a few inches.
"Chandler can have fun,.. why cant you?" And before she could muster enough strength to push him off her again he was there. Just inches in front of her face.
"Just don't fight me " His eyes remained cold, and a flash of terror ran over her body.
"What are you gonna do? " she begged with him more. But like before it proved useless.
His face came closer and pushed her head against the door, and he was there. Kissing her roughly, his lips his hands he was there.
She tried to fight his mouth off her but he was too strong he had her pinned against the door and he was just too strong.
The kiss was deep and hard. She could taste the alcohol on him, and the passion in his movements. When they weren't returned she felt him grip her arm tighter. She closed her eyes tight trying to calm herself down this was her friend Joey, he wasn't going to hurt her was he?
"Joey stop! " she yelled as loud as she could praying that if Rachel were home she would hear and stop him. But she wasn't. He room was dark and the door lay open and she could see that she was not inside.
"Please stop" she muttered again, trying to slink to the floor, but every inch she moved he was with her.
"Mon don't be afraid of me, IM not gonna hurt you "
And for seconds she felt comfort in what he said, until his hands gave her other thoughts. She pushed them away but he was persistent in letting her know his needs. She tried to shrug it off he was just drunk.
She wedged herself past him and she jumped up to flick the kitchen light on. He was still kneeling by the door, and slowly lifted himself not losing sight of her frightful eyes the whole time. She awkwardly smiled, trying to push it away as a drunken mistake, but that's not at all what it was.
She knew it, but she wouldn't let herself admit it. Chandler would come soon and Joey would leave.
Once to his feet he made a motion towards her, the look in his eyes gave away his intentions and she felt herself tense up again, what if Chandler doesn't make it back in time? What was going to happen?
"Mon.."
"Joey, IM really tired could you please"
"He hurt you,. "
She flickered her eyes around trying to figure out how that could come about in a conversation about him leaving.
"What?"
"I would never hurt you" He stood by her and ran a finger over her cheek softly. She jerked away at his touch, and at her action his eyes flinched and narrowed to her.
"Joey"She whispered while his massive hands cupped her face and he kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Just let this happen Mon "
"Joey i "
"Because its going to happen weather you want it to or not " Terror rushed through her body and she became limp in his hands. She made a small muffled grunt and her body started to shake around her eyes began to get red and she fought back the tears but they began to well up in her eyes.
She managed to fight them back before they fell but he had seen them.
"Don't be afraid, IM not going to hurt you " She peered into his dark hollow eyes.
"Unless you want me too " He smirked and pulled her to him quickly, giving her a deep sensual kiss that which she tried to get out of but there was no way out. Her tiny hands fought to get his off her face and from her neck and when he felt this he aggressively pulled away and looked to her.
Her face was twisted with fear, fear of him one hand remained on her neck.
"I told you i wasn't going to hurt you, it seems like you want me too "
He griped her neck and her hands fought more, not just to get them off her but to breathe.
He pushed her down to the floor with his hand and then removed it. She gasped hard and breathed fast trying to catch her breath.
"I don't want you to hurt me "
"Aww " He mocked her again using his baby tone.
"Joey Please don't " her body began to tense up again, and she pushed away from him.
"I told you,.. This is going to happen whether you want it to ,..... or not "She began to cry uncontrollably begging him to stop. But he wouldn't, he was pressing her body into the floor with his both her hands were held tightly in just one of his much like the day before, He was so strong, too strong.
He kissed her neck and let his free hand roam where ever it pleased. Not giving in one-second to her demands.
She tried to kick her legs under him tog get him to move off her that just made him lay into her more.
"Oh you're rough, I like that " he smirked and tried to kiss her. She let him and returned it just to get him close to her she kissed him back passionately, and bit down hard, as he felt her he pulled away as fast he could.
Furious with her attempt to get him off her, he wrapped his hand around her neck again pushing her hard into the floor.
"Chandler may let you do these things " He leaned in close to her and eerily whispers.
"But I wont " He forces his way between her legs and she continues to thrash about trying to get free. But all of her attempts proved useless doing no good except making her body too weak to hold him off longer.
His hand began to roam again this time not halting to her begging. She closed her eyes and felt his hands on her moving all over her body. Her tears were falling another would form before the last had time to leave her cheek, and he didn't care.
"IM gonna make you love me " he grunted on her and his hand didn't seem to be the problem anymore.
Her eyes remained squeezed shut, if she didn't see it than it wouldn't be real. But it was, she could hear him smell him ... feel him. She managed to hold back her tears.
She felt his hand fall upon her now exposed chest, and the tears were unable to be held. She sobbed heavily not masking any part of it. She cringed under his touch and her body was forced to respond. Her eyes opened and the severity of the situation was becoming more and more visible.
She looked him in the eye as a tear rolled out of her eye.
"I will never love you"
His eyes widened and he brought his hand off her body and slammed her head and neck back onto the floor with his hand.
"Oh you'll love me,. you'll have no choice. "
She lay calm and for seconds she thought her was going to leave her. But she was wrong.
"Never " she whispered under the pressure of his hand and he gripped her tighter as lifted himself off her and she watched him while he ripped her under wear off her body underneath him. He climb back on top of her and fumble with is belt buckle.
She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as a single tear fell to the floor. She let out a straggled gasp when he entered her. And winced at the pain and shock of it. His free hand cupped her mouth. Her eyes flashed open and they were wide. Before they were calm and sure that he would leave. Now they were full of shame and fear that this was actually happening.
She began to sob again as he began to victimize her over and over again, her breath through her nose could be heard quite loud making up for the impaired use of her mouth. Her eyes were slightly open but from the pressure of Joey's hand on her mouth they were squinted shut, she couldn't look down or at him, and she didn't want to look in either places.
Her heart had sank as far as it could go and she was lost in her own pit of shame. He was supposed to be her friend.
(Disclaimer:Ya know IM getting sick of writing one of these but I have too so :: sigh :: [ half ass tone ] I do not own the friends characters. Nor do I own this situation. Hey IM not taking responsibility for it! )
This was the only place she knew to go too, this was the one person she knew she could talk too and the one person she knew she shouldn't.
Her eyes scanned the door and her mind read the name.
"Chandler Bing"
She swallowed and pulled her jacket up over the fresh red ring around her neck from Joey's hands and his tight grip. She brushed her hair behind her ears and gave a few swipes under her eye to make sure no stray tears were present. He was his best friend he would know what to tell her.
She took a breath gathered her composure and knocked on the door.
His head hung carelessly over the back of his chair, a gapping open mouth emitting the sounds of sleep, yes he was snoring. The knock wasn't loud but it was enough to jolt him back awake. Thinking it was his boss or another employee he made himself look hard at work, ignoring the fact his eyes were slightly puffy from his sudden wake up call. He typed quickly and took a drink of coffee at the same time.
"Come in" He didn't take his eyes off his computer screen, this made him look real busy, Until he heard her voice.
"Hey " she smiled weakly and looked at an empty chair in front of his desk.
"Oh yeah,... uhh have a seat. " His face was mangled with a confused expression.
She complied and sat laying her purse on the floor beside her feet.
"Just thought id come say hi, because I don't say .. Hi a lot to you. So hi "
His confused expression remains.
"Oh ... well hi to you too"
His soft smile comforts her. And for moments she is jealous of the love that Monica gets from him. A love that she has wanted for years, though from a different man.
She got up and made her way to his big window, staring out across the sea of buildings. Her emotions got the better of her, but she wouldn't let herself cry in front of him. She let herself think of how happy he made Monica and for a few minuets it made her want him as her own.
"Are you OK Rach?" this sudden visit by her was unexpected and unusual.
"IM fine " She muttered. And her hand caressed her neck.
"Can I ask,... whatcha doin here? " He said in a playful manor.
"I want to talk to Monica." Her voice sounded sad.
"Umm.. IM just guessing ... but i don't think she's here"
"She wont talk to me now" tears made their way but still she tried her best to hide them.
"IM sure she will...well i uhh.. i have to get back to. "
"Solitaire? " she turned to face him and smiled.
"Yeah solitaire " he scratched his head and mimicked her smile.
"Chandler, ... do you love her?"
He wondered if she really meant him to answer this, her back was turned to him again and was hard for him to interpret if she was serious.
"What?"
"Do you really love her? "
"Of Crosse I do. Why,.. why wouldn't I? " He moved closer to her and put his hands in his pockets.
"That's great, that's really great" she smiled and turned to face him yet again, looking to the ground she took a few steps without realizing how close she was to him she stopped and looked up finally realizing she was just a few feet away from him. She had been closer before but it didn't feel this way then.
She licked her lips. And glared into his eyes. 'He loves her so much' she thought to herself. She looked to the floor and back to him, with his furrowed brow and confusion written all over his face. She took a few more steps, and with her steps forward he matched them by taking a step backward.
"Its OK." she said to him whispering. He blinked his eyes attentively
She took another step and he took another step, she took a step and he took a small step, he felt his desk on meet the back of his legs and he froze she didn't stop moving towards him.
"Rachel I .."
"Shh " She smiled and placed a finger over his lips.
She moved within inches in front of him and didn't stop there. This all seemed to be happening so slow but it was a matter of seconds from the window until here. He stepped forward to back her up. And she backed up, but then came back. He quickly stepped backwards and at the feel of the desk again he quickly moved his hands from his pockets to stop her.
His hands met her arms and she just pushed slightly past them, but more or less brought them with her. She leaned into him pushing him backwards, and then she kissed him. He knew it was going to happen yet it was unexpected. Her tongue pushed past his lis and met his.
Shock was the first thing that hit him and he acted on the kiss, returning it. She leaned on him more until he was sitting on his desk her arms down his back his arms on her arms. He returned the kiss more. And then realized what he was doing.
He quickly pulled her off him and stood to meet her in case she decided to give it another try.
"Rachel what are we doing? " around his mouth was red as was hers from the intense kiss they shared.
She stood looking at him with a blank expression.
"Oh God Chandler" She grabbed her temples, and bent down to gather her purse. Her nerves so frazzled she made 2 attempts to pick up her purse before actually being able to grasp it. Her mind was buzzing, she had no idea why she had kissed him. She didn't notice that she was still on the floor trying to get her purse.
"It's.....OK" He hesitated to say those words. But before he could finish the sentence he wished to speak she met with his eyes. And they begged for comfort for love. So he reached out his hand and rubbed her cheek smiling.
"But is it? " She leaned into him giving him this time a more passionate kiss, and he returned it. She leaned into him more and he wrapped his arms around her. He didn't know why but his body wanted this, even though how much his mind begged him to stop he couldn't.
He pushed her back onto the floor with the force of his body and of his kiss. His hand traveled down to the rim of her skirt and started its way up her thigh. She groaned in his mouth. And the sudden shock of what was going on had finally hit him. What was he doing?!
He reluctantly pulled away from her mouth. He had to stop it before things got too out of his control. The were both breathing hard and she lay under him begging for more. He sat up and still panting like a dog he ran his hands through his hair.
"What's wrong? "
"Rach.... we cant do this. I cant do this "
"You don't want too? " She leaned away from him and his cold comment.
He looked to his pants where her eyes followed.
"Obviously somebody wants too " He joked hoping to relieve the tension around them.
"I wont tell her Chandler "
"I cant Rachel. What about Joey? "
"I don't love Joey " She seductively made her way to his belt buckle, hoping that would incise him into completing this deed that he had started. As her hands reached the outside of the bulge in his pants. He roughly pushed them away.
"Well, I love Monica. I cant do this. IM sorry you have to go. " He got to his feet and straightened his clothes out
"IM sorry" she wiped her forehead and the tears fell from her eyes like a waterfall. Before she thought he noticed she turned her head away from him, her hair fell over her shoulder staying flush against her face. Fallin away from the neck that she tried to hide.
He felt horrible for making her feel this way. he hung his head down thinking of ways he could make it right, when he realized she made herself fell this was her fault. She kept the kiss she clung to it when he pulled off her.
He gave himself a 'how dare her' head shake, and when he was looking up to tell her that it was pretty much her fault he saw it.
"You know you brought this upon your...." He fixated his eyes on her. Squinting even to make sure what he saw was really there. He moved closer not taking his eyes off her.
Goosebumps rushed down her back when she felt his hand softly brushing against her skin. She smiled at what she thought was his attempt to complete things. And also what she wanted to happen. Her eyes softly closed she rubbed her head against the hand that was on her neck. Oh no her neck!
She jerked her head away from him and quickly covered her neck with her hair.
"I umm.. I have to go" she grabbed her bag and made her way off the floor, in one swift motion she was up, and awkwardly facing him.
"I have to go" she regained her composure and straightened out the bottom of her skirt. Without letting him respond she turned and briskly walked to the door, but he met her fast steps. He grabbed her arm tight and with her walking so fast he actually turned her around. She was facing him but their eyes did not meet. She looked away instead. In shame.
His eyes were intense almost protective. He loosened his grip on her arm and grabbed the other to bring her closer, he licked his lips. And moved a hand up to brush her hair off her neck.
"What's this?"
She smiled and laughed to herself.
"Oh that,.. " She made a small laugh again she self consciously pulled her hair over the red forming bruise across the sides of her neck. Her chin quivered a bit, so little that if he were to have blinked he would have missed it. Her nose and the area around her eyes began to turn red. That usually happened before they cried, it happened to Monica too.
"Its, ... its nothing."
He sneered at her feeble attempt to try and cover up what he knew had happened to her.
She felt his eyes on it, and a tear welled up in her left eye, as soon as it fell her hand was there to wipe it clean.
"I need to go " her voice was shaky
"Rach"
"No Chandler,.. Don't worry about it. Everything is fine." She played with the rim of her white shirt avoiding his eyes.
"Is this because you were pregnant? "
Her head jerked up, and her eyes questioned him.
"Monica told me"
She nodded and gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Yes its because IM pregnant"
"You.?...I thought you weren't"
Her face gave away the fact that she had revealed too much. And she gave the same facial expression and laugh as she did when covering up her bruise.
"No ... no IM... IM not" she bit her lip and her hands went to work again at the rim of her shirt.
"I feel like the worlds biggest idiot! IM standing here crying all over you. And to top it all off we had that. " Her voice trailed off and she looked to the floor, where the adulteress act would've taken place.
"I haven't had a kiss like that in.."
"Rachel, . that wasn't supposed to happen. I... didn't meen for that to happen"
Her face wrinkle trying to squeeze out more tears.
"I know, ... but every kiss I've had for the past 2 years wasn't supposed to happen' So ... don't feel like the bad guy. " Her face dried up and her voice began to normalize.
"Mr.Bing" He jumped to the sound of another voice suddenly in his room. He ran to the little black phone that neatly sat upon his desk, upon his arrival at the desk he tugged at his tie and pushed a little button. She watched him as he leaned closer to speak into it.
"Yes Helen? "
"There' someone here to see you"
A flash went over his body, and he threw his watch up to his face. And he gasped
"Oh fuck me"
"Excuse me Mr.Bing "
"Oh uhh....uh .. tha. thank you Helen. "
He let go of the button and grabbed his head.
"Its Monica., Monica here to see me"
Rachel calmly walked to him, close to him.
"You'll be fine " She said with a smile of confidence, She brought her hand to his face, he jerked back in response to her hand on his skin, she wiped around his mouth at the lipstick that had been spread. And returned her eyes to is pants. And at the bulge that was no longer there.
"See look, everything's workin out fine for you. "
He gave a weak attempt at a smile. And she thankfully left without Monica walking past her.
He sat at his desk put his elbows up on the table, he rested his head in his hands his eyes were open wide, he breathed in deep closing his eyes. Trying to regain himself before she showed up.
He heard footsteps in the hallway, and took a deep breath thinking it was her. But the steps disappeared. He stay in this position for a few moments longer, when a scent came across his nose.
It was "Clinique Happy " he knew the smell memorized it, it filled his nose when he was sleeping when he woke up and whenever he saw...
"Monica " She stood before him within inches of his face. And planted a giant kiss on his lips.
"Did you just have a mint? " she asked slyly
He frowned when he realized she tasted Rachel's mint.
"Mon ... " He pushed her off him and pulled her arms from around his neck.
"I brought you a present. " She was happy considering the encounter that was shared between her and Rachel, even happy after he just pushed her off him.
She grabbed her bag and pulled out of it a tiny flower.
He smiled at the site of the tiny weed she gave him. Sure it was just a weed, nothing special just a tiny white flower, but she gave it to him like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Like she had searched all over for it.
"I was walking.. And I just saw it. Its kinda plain but for some reason it stuck out to me. "
"Sounds like a guy I know" He joked and snickered while twirling the little flower between his fingers watching the little petals fly in the little breeze it got from his twirling.
She smiled. And kissed his cheek close to the side of his mouth. He stopped the twirling and guilt hit him like a baseball bat.
"What's wrong? " she asked serious and backed away from him.
He looked down at his desk. To try and gather his thoughts Or to think of a better way to tell her, there was no good way.
"Mon I ... we uhh.. " He gave a laugh and shook his head. He looked up to her, into her eyes that looked worried.
"Monica ..... "
"Chandler .. what is it? "
He gave her a warm smile, and then it slowly faded. His eyes returned to his desk.
"What do you have to say? "
She waited patiently for a few moments, watching him fidget.
"Say it "
She waited, crossing her arms, he knew she was getting in patient and annoyed,.. Among other things it just wouldn't leave his tongue he wanted so bad to tell her but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Chandler just say it ! "
He couldn't think of a good way to say it so h just blurted it out. Probably faster than he should have.
"Monica i kissed Rachel"
"Oh Stop" She laughed and playfully punched his arm. She continued to laugh to herself, when she noticed his serious demeanor.
"Please tell me you're joking " Her voice grew soft, funny he thought he'd have a black eye by now.
She uncrossed her arms, and her hands made their way up to her face. She covered her eyes and let out a sound of disappointment. He listened to her sniff.
"Why? " Her voice went shaky. And recrossed her arms, only this time not aggressively, but seemingly in self defense.
"She was... I couldn't stop her, and before I knew it she was on me kissing me "He moved to touch her arm but she coldly drew away from him.
"Did you kiss her back? " she looked to the floor, and then back to his guilty eyes.
"Mon...... I didn't know what,.. what to do it all happened so fast. " He again tried to grab her arm and again she coldly took a step away from him.
"You didn't know what to do ?! " she looked to the ceiling quickly and then back to him, taking a deep breath of annoyance.
"How bout 'No thanx Rachel' how bout 'Get the hell out of here Rachel' ' Run to Joey again Rachel' ?" her tone grew in volume with each suggestion she gave him. And her defensive manor turned aggressive.
"Monica it's not like that" His tone grew too and he became aggressive back.
"Oh IM sorry, forgive me. Poor Rachel. Poor poor Rachel. " She shook her head 'No.'
"How could you do this to me ? " her voice went soft and her bottom eye lids turned a flush red color, along with her nose, they way they did when she was about to cry.
Her hand went to her face again and she stared at his desk. Seeming to be gathering a few thoughts together. Her hand rested under her nose, it stopped moving when she went to wipe her face. And when she started to stare.
"It wasn't a big deal. It was a 'nothing' kiss "Monica's mouth dropped open and that was his clear sign that he had defiantly said the wrong thing.
"Oh well that's good. See if it were 'something' it would make a huge difference" sarcasm rang through her words.
"Monica. It was just a kiss. A lot of other things could've happened. " Her eyes widened to the size of a 50 cent pieces, and her mouth dropped nearly to the floor.
"Oh.. thank you Chandler, i hadn't thought of that. "
"Mon,... IM sorry. I told you because i didn't want to keep it from you. "
A small smile appeared. But then faded as fast as it formed.
"When did this happen" For the first time her voice sounded reasonable.
"Just, ... not long ago"
"Today? "
"I didn't want to lie to you, by not telling you. "
"Today? " Each time she spoke she sounded more persistent.
"Yes, " Defeat sounded his tone.
She walked to him, without looking to his eyes. She leaned against him, he wondered what she was doing but he didn't care. She looked to his eyes. And moved her face close to him, she hesitated a bit before reaching his lips. He wrapped his arms around her back and returned her kiss.
"No,. I cant. I cant do it. " She tries to push out of his arms. But he holds her close.
"Chandler let go! " And with this he released her harder than he probably should've.
"Mon I told you I was sorry. What more do you want? " He held his hands out to his sides
She said nothing but just hung her head low and gathered the little flower up in between her fingers, avoiding his questions. And his harsh tone. Her anger was building. The one person he trusted had kissed the one person she didn't trust anymore.
"You have no right to yell at me. IM not the one who kissed someone else. "
"Goddamn Monica. It was one little stupid kiss. It was nothing. "
"Mr.Bing" He sighed heavily and without moving his upper body he answered his secretary.
"Yes Helen! "
"Sorry to bother you Mr.Bing, but there a Miss. Rachel Greene here to see you. "
"What ? " his eyes went to Monica which were burning holes in the little machine.
"She claims to have left her purse in your office. "
His eyes went to the spot in his floor, and there it sat neatly tucked up against the leg of the chair. Her eyes found it too.
"Thank you Helen" He moved to speak to Monica again but as interrupted.
"Shall i send her in again ? " He closed his eyes
"Thank you HELEN! " Discreetly trying to tell her to shut up, before she caused more problems. And he turned to Monica.
The room was silent. He bent down and grabbed the bag that occupied his floor. A bag that shouldn't be there, but was. Like a little intruder.
She watched his hands grab the bag and how gently he seemed to hold it. Earlier that day she thought twice about coming to see him, she wishes she would've thought more.
"Its OK Chandler, you don't have to hide it from me, IM sure you will both be very happy together " She sneered.
"Oh will you stop! " His impatience grew and he tossed Rachel's purse onto the chair.
"One kiss Monica,.. "
"Oh so IM only allowed to get mad if you sleep with her? "
He ran his hands through his hair and turned his back to her, walking to his window.
"No but i guess i Should've "
"What?!"
"Yes, it almost happened, right here, yes that's right right here in this floor. But i stopped it because of you "
"Well IM sorry that i am in your way"
"Maybe i should've kept going " He said coldly and returned his glance to the window
She turned her head so he couldn't see the tears that he was making her cry.
"It wouldn't have made a difference to you would it? " She didn't answer instead she clutched her purse strap on her shoulder.
"In your eyes I've already slept with her"
"Well, go ahead you have my permission " She screeched showing just in fact what he had caused.
She stormed out of his office slamming the door behind her, so hard that his window shook.
She walked briskly down the hallway and stopped at the elevator. She brought a hand up to her face as she stood and cried, He didn't walk after her to stop her. Nor did he say anything to her before she left. The elevator was heard stopping for her, and she brought her hand away but wiped at her eyes before looking to the doors as they opened for her.
She made a sarcastic laugh to herself when she saw who was waiting to get off on that floor.
"Oh Mon what's wrong? " Rachel innocently asked. And as soon as she saw the glare that she had been given she knew what was wrong with her.
She smiled lightly. And desperately tried to compensate for the act that almost took place
"Mon it was nothing "
"So I heard " She returned her cold stare and walked past her onto the elevator.
"It really was ... nothing"
She just pushed one of the many buttons just to let Rachel know that she wasn't listening to a thing she was saying.
"Fine Monica don't listen to me."She stepped out of the elevator on his floor.
"I don't plan on it" She slammed the 'door close' button and gave Rachel a 'death stare' while the doors closed.
Monica sat on the couch starring at the blank T.V She heard the front door open but ignored it. She figured it was Chandler or Rachel and she didn't want to talk to either of them.
"What's up?"
Monica tensed at the voice
"Mon?" Joey asked when she didn't respond
Monica whipped the tears that had been lining her eyes and turned around
"Hey Joe"
He held a beer can in his hand. He was walking to the fridge, but stopped when Monica answered. His face instantly became concerned, when he noticed the puffiness around her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine. Are you looking for something?" she asked trying to change the subject
"Ya does Chandler have any beer or anything?"
"No" she said unable to mask her anger at the mask her anger at the mention of his name
"OK what's wrong?" she began to answer but he cut her off.
"and don't say 'nothing' cause there's obviously something"
"It's not a big deal. I'd really like to be alone right now though" she said trying to get him to leave without being blunt about it. She didn't' like being alone with him since 'the incident' especially when he was drinking.
"I'm not leaving till you tell me what's wrong" his tone made it clear that he wasn't leaving. He took a sip from the can and walked to the couch. He sat down next to her, turning to face her. He noticed her inch away from him, and became slightly angry but shook it off. He took another sip.
Monica sat silent looking at the couch.
"Your about to cry" he said sympathetically.
"Don't cry" It tore him up when she cried.
"What happened?"
She didn't want to talk to him about it, because of what happened the other day, but he was still her best friend right? He was just really drunk the other day and didn't realize what he was doing. She shouldn't be afraid to talk to him or be alone with him.
"Well, Chandler..."
"Your crying over Chandler?" his voice hinted anger.
"What'd he do??"
"We got into a big fight today. We both said some things we shouldn't have"
Monica saw the anger that began to form in Joey's eyes.
"Your the happiest couple I know" he commented unable to hide that aggravation in his voice over the fact.
"I'm sure you'll get through it, whatever it is"
"He kissed Rachel" Monica whispered. As soon as she said it she knew she shouldn't have.
"What!" the anger in his eyes became intense. He jumped up from the couch.
Monica tensed at his reaction
"He cheated on you!" he yelled beginning to pace
Monica was suprised that was the part he was focusing on. She figured he would be more pissed about Rachel
"Why the fuck would he do that! What an asshole! I'd never cheat on you"
"What??"
"Where is he?" He asked seething, ignoring her question
"At work why?"
"Shouldn't he be home by now?"
"Ya, but he has to work late"
"Really?" Joey said calming down a bit, sitting back on the couch "I can't believe he'd do that. I would never hurt you" Joey said in a whisper
Monica looked up to see him moving his face in closer to hers
"Uhh Joey, Chandler will be here any minute now, he'll be here " She jumped up from the couch and made her way to the door signaling that it was time for him to go.
"I thought you said he was working late? " He had a grin on his face, she couldn't interpret what it meant, but she knew it couldn't be good.
"Yeah,.. well he does call and sometimes he,... You know what Joey. Its been a trying day. Can we talk about this later? " she opened the apartment door and he made his way to her.
"Yeah I need to go to sleep anyway,..Audition. " He exited the apartment and she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
She made her way to her bedroom turning out the light in the kitchen, and taking a shoe off, with her next step her second shoe would be removed, this was a nightly ritual.
Just after turning out the light in the living room and her hand reached its destination of her bedroom door knob. She heard someone enter the apartment. They were quiet an so she though it was Rachel.
She heard a thump get closer to her and she froze. It wasn't Rachel. As much as she despised him at this moment she silently prayed that it was Chandler.
"Ow damn table " She gasped quietly it was Joey what was he doing here? God please make him leave.
"Joey? Can I help you with something? "Her voice shook he could tell that she was nervous towards his presence.
"Forgot my beer, sorry you weren't sleepin yet were ya? "
"No, I was just getting ready for bed."
"Your not gonna wait for Chandler? Isn't he going to be home soon?"
"Umm. I. ya but I'm too tired to wait up"
"Sounds like you had a rough day"
"You have no idea, . goodnight"
Monica began to enter her room
"Do you mind if I get something to eat before I go? Since I'm already here"
She turned around "Uh...i don't know Joe"
"What?" he asked confused
Monica sighed.
"Turn off the light when you leave" when she entered her room she locked the door. She never locked it but it felt right. She began to change into her pajamas when she realized that Chandler wouldn't be able to get in if the door was locked. She decided to wait till Joey left to unlock the door.
The noise in the kitchen soon stopped once it started. The kitchen light clicked off. She listened for the door to close as she laid in bed but it never came. Either she had missed the sound or Joey was still in the apartment. She prayed with all she had that it wasn't the later. Finally a couple minutes later the door could be heard opening and closing. Monica breathes a sigh of relief. She gets up and unlocks the bedroom door. She leaves the lamp on her in table on waiting for Chandler to get home so she could sleep.
He wasn't drunk she knew that but with even a few beers saying or doing the wrong thing could set him off. He was nothing like Joey when he was drinking, and that scared her. She had already experienced what he was like and had no aspiration to again.
Fifteen minutes later she got up to use the bathroom, she shut the bedroom door behind her. It was completely dark in the apartment she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Her eyes weren't adjusted to the dark because of the light on in her room. If she they were she would have saw Joey sitting on the couch sipping a new beer. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness so he could see a lot better than she could. He watched her enter the bathroom and waited for her to come out.
She brushed her teeth and her hair and was ready to go wait for Chandler. Inside she still hated him for what he had done but for comfort she needed him with her. She felt his arms could protect her from an explosion. And maybe she was right. She hated what he had done earlier and then she wouldve sworn him off. But she needed him. Rachel wasn't going to win. Not him.
She made her way through the darkness much like she usually did her arms extended and her eyes open as far as she could get them, she was just inside the light of the bathroom so now it was harder for her eyes to quickly adjust.
She walked the length from the bathroom door and to the refrigerator, misjudging where the tiny step was, she tumbled over it and almost found herself face down in the floor. As soon as she felt what held her up blood flashed through her body.
Out of reflex she screamed, and his big massive hand covered her mouth to muffle her screams.
"Shh you're gonna fall" He tried to carefully bring her to her feet. But she thrashed about trying to free herself from him.
She did as planned except he made no effort to keep her from falling to the ground. She hit the floor hard with only her hands catching her as she hit. She grunted when the full force of her body came with her.
Her eyes were adjusting the light from the window shown brighter now and helped her to see more of her surroundings. She could see he was still there and she cringed at the thought that he hadn't left.
"What's wrong with you?" Joey asked kneeling down next to her.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Monica's face scrunched up at the smell of his breathe, it reeked of liquor. She scrabbled up to her feet backing up to the front door. Joey walked towards her.
"You ... you need to go now" she shakily opened the door and felt around for the light switch.
Joey caught up to her and slammed the door shut.
"I don't think in *need* to go anywhere and I don't' think I want to."
He reached down and locked the door. Then turned to Monica who had sunk into the corner.
"What's wrong Mon?" Joey said as a small smile played on his face.
"Did that scare you?" he mocked her in a baby like tone. He moved closer to her bringing his lips to hers.
"Joey please " she begged with him. And his dark brown eyes met hers and inside she saw nothing but a cold stare.
He backed away from her but just a few inches.
"Chandler can have fun,.. why cant you?" And before she could muster enough strength to push him off her again he was there. Just inches in front of her face.
"Just don't fight me " His eyes remained cold, and a flash of terror ran over her body.
"What are you gonna do? " she begged with him more. But like before it proved useless.
His face came closer and pushed her head against the door, and he was there. Kissing her roughly, his lips his hands he was there.
She tried to fight his mouth off her but he was too strong he had her pinned against the door and he was just too strong.
The kiss was deep and hard. She could taste the alcohol on him, and the passion in his movements. When they weren't returned she felt him grip her arm tighter. She closed her eyes tight trying to calm herself down this was her friend Joey, he wasn't going to hurt her was he?
"Joey stop! " she yelled as loud as she could praying that if Rachel were home she would hear and stop him. But she wasn't. He room was dark and the door lay open and she could see that she was not inside.
"Please stop" she muttered again, trying to slink to the floor, but every inch she moved he was with her.
"Mon don't be afraid of me, IM not gonna hurt you "
And for seconds she felt comfort in what he said, until his hands gave her other thoughts. She pushed them away but he was persistent in letting her know his needs. She tried to shrug it off he was just drunk.
She wedged herself past him and she jumped up to flick the kitchen light on. He was still kneeling by the door, and slowly lifted himself not losing sight of her frightful eyes the whole time. She awkwardly smiled, trying to push it away as a drunken mistake, but that's not at all what it was.
She knew it, but she wouldn't let herself admit it. Chandler would come soon and Joey would leave.
Once to his feet he made a motion towards her, the look in his eyes gave away his intentions and she felt herself tense up again, what if Chandler doesn't make it back in time? What was going to happen?
"Mon.."
"Joey, IM really tired could you please"
"He hurt you,. "
She flickered her eyes around trying to figure out how that could come about in a conversation about him leaving.
"What?"
"I would never hurt you" He stood by her and ran a finger over her cheek softly. She jerked away at his touch, and at her action his eyes flinched and narrowed to her.
"Joey"She whispered while his massive hands cupped her face and he kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Just let this happen Mon "
"Joey i "
"Because its going to happen weather you want it to or not " Terror rushed through her body and she became limp in his hands. She made a small muffled grunt and her body started to shake around her eyes began to get red and she fought back the tears but they began to well up in her eyes.
She managed to fight them back before they fell but he had seen them.
"Don't be afraid, IM not going to hurt you " She peered into his dark hollow eyes.
"Unless you want me too " He smirked and pulled her to him quickly, giving her a deep sensual kiss that which she tried to get out of but there was no way out. Her tiny hands fought to get his off her face and from her neck and when he felt this he aggressively pulled away and looked to her.
Her face was twisted with fear, fear of him one hand remained on her neck.
"I told you i wasn't going to hurt you, it seems like you want me too "
He griped her neck and her hands fought more, not just to get them off her but to breathe.
He pushed her down to the floor with his hand and then removed it. She gasped hard and breathed fast trying to catch her breath.
"I don't want you to hurt me "
"Aww " He mocked her again using his baby tone.
"Joey Please don't " her body began to tense up again, and she pushed away from him.
"I told you,.. This is going to happen whether you want it to ,..... or not "She began to cry uncontrollably begging him to stop. But he wouldn't, he was pressing her body into the floor with his both her hands were held tightly in just one of his much like the day before, He was so strong, too strong.
He kissed her neck and let his free hand roam where ever it pleased. Not giving in one-second to her demands.
She tried to kick her legs under him tog get him to move off her that just made him lay into her more.
"Oh you're rough, I like that " he smirked and tried to kiss her. She let him and returned it just to get him close to her she kissed him back passionately, and bit down hard, as he felt her he pulled away as fast he could.
Furious with her attempt to get him off her, he wrapped his hand around her neck again pushing her hard into the floor.
"Chandler may let you do these things " He leaned in close to her and eerily whispers.
"But I wont " He forces his way between her legs and she continues to thrash about trying to get free. But all of her attempts proved useless doing no good except making her body too weak to hold him off longer.
His hand began to roam again this time not halting to her begging. She closed her eyes and felt his hands on her moving all over her body. Her tears were falling another would form before the last had time to leave her cheek, and he didn't care.
"IM gonna make you love me " he grunted on her and his hand didn't seem to be the problem anymore.
Her eyes remained squeezed shut, if she didn't see it than it wouldn't be real. But it was, she could hear him smell him ... feel him. She managed to hold back her tears.
She felt his hand fall upon her now exposed chest, and the tears were unable to be held. She sobbed heavily not masking any part of it. She cringed under his touch and her body was forced to respond. Her eyes opened and the severity of the situation was becoming more and more visible.
She looked him in the eye as a tear rolled out of her eye.
"I will never love you"
His eyes widened and he brought his hand off her body and slammed her head and neck back onto the floor with his hand.
"Oh you'll love me,. you'll have no choice. "
She lay calm and for seconds she thought her was going to leave her. But she was wrong.
"Never " she whispered under the pressure of his hand and he gripped her tighter as lifted himself off her and she watched him while he ripped her under wear off her body underneath him. He climb back on top of her and fumble with is belt buckle.
She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as a single tear fell to the floor. She let out a straggled gasp when he entered her. And winced at the pain and shock of it. His free hand cupped her mouth. Her eyes flashed open and they were wide. Before they were calm and sure that he would leave. Now they were full of shame and fear that this was actually happening.
She began to sob again as he began to victimize her over and over again, her breath through her nose could be heard quite loud making up for the impaired use of her mouth. Her eyes were slightly open but from the pressure of Joey's hand on her mouth they were squinted shut, she couldn't look down or at him, and she didn't want to look in either places.
Her heart had sank as far as it could go and she was lost in her own pit of shame. He was supposed to be her friend.