DANGER AMONG US
BY CREASSYA
This is my Suspense series. Chandler and Joey are best friends and don't know the gang. Chandler has been dating a woman named Jena for a year. When he began to feel trapped in the relationship, he broke up with her. He thinks that he's finally free now that the relationship has ended, but he's dead wrong. Now he has to deal with her father. Together he and Monica run for their lives…….
*I put the key in the door, and let myself in. I want to pay my daughter a visit, so I decide to come see her on my way home. As I walk into the kitchen, I notice that Jena has her head down on the table crying, softly. I walk over and put my hand on her shoulder. She lifts her head up to look at me.
"Oh, daddy you scared me."
"I'm sorry," I said, as I sit down across from her.
"It's okay," she said, wiping her tears.
"What's wrong sweetheart?"
"It's over. Chandler and I are over."
"What?"
"Yeah. We broke up last night."
"Why?"
"He said that things were getting to be too serious for him, and that he needed a little time for himself."
"So, he ended it?"
"Yeah."
I ball up my fist as Jena rises from the table. How could Chandler break my baby's heart like this? Of all her previous boyfriends, I liked him the best. I thought he was different, but he's proven that he's just like all the rest. All I want for my daughter is happiness. I thought that she had found that in Chandler. How dare he hurt my little girl like this. When I get through with him, he's going to wish he'd never heard of me or my daughter.
~I sit here at my desk staring into space. I was supposed to have been out of here twenty minutes ago. I can't stop thinking about Jena. She's the longest relationship I've ever had, and I loved her. I never expected the relationship to last. After six months, I found myself wanting out. Her dad kept hinting that he wanted a husband for her. Although I had strong feelings for her, I couldn't see her as my wife. I keep thinking about how devastated she looked when I ended it. I felt horrible. I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't stay in a relationship where I was unhappy. Toward the end, the love began to fade away, leaving me wondering if it was really love that I felt for her at all. I turn off my computer, gather up my things, and head home.
As I walk into the living room, I notice the answering machine blinking. I walk pass it, not wanting to hear anyone's voice. By looking at how many times the light blinked, I could tell that it was pretty full. I had a feeling that most of those messages were from Frank. Calling to find out why I broke up with his daughter. I don't fell like explaining things to him. It's none of his business. As I enter the kitchen, whiskers comes up behind me and starts rubbing up against me.
"I know you're ready to eat."
I take her bowl from off the floor and to wash it out. I fill it with food and water before putting it back on the floor.
^As I close the door, I roll my eyes. I've been wanting to go out with Clifford for months, so when he finally asked me out, I was thrilled. But after spending the evening with him, I regretted ever going out with him in the first place. All he did was talk about himself. When I couldn't take it anymore, I lied about not feeling well so we could end the date as soon as possible. Now that I'm at home, I'm relieved to finally be rid of him. I walk away from the door smiling. I can't believe he had the nerve to suggest that we go out again. I can't believe I never saw how arrogant, vain, and pompos he was. I guess I just couldn't see pass his gorgeous features. As soon as I walk into my room, the phone rings. I walk over to my nightstand and pick up the cordless phone.
"Hello."
"How was the date?" Rachel asked.
"I've had better."
"What happened?"
"Nothing really. He just spent the whole night talking about himself."
"I hate guys like that."
"You and me both."
"So, you coming over tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll be there."
"All right. Well, I gotta go. Terry's here."
"Tell him I said hi."
"Okay."
As I hang up the phone, I hear a knock on the door. I slowly make my way to the door, wondering how could be coming over this late. I open up the door and see Phoebe standing there.
"I know it's late."
"Come on in."
"Phil's in the car. I just stopped by to find out how the date went."
"Let me put it to you like this. I would have had a better time staying at home by myself."
"What happened?"
"He's just too conceded for me."
"Oh, one of those."
"Uh huh."
"So, where are you and Phil headed? Or should I even ask?"
"We're headed to his place," Phoebe said, winking at me.
"I figured."
"Have you talked to Rach?"
"I just got off the phone with her."
"So, you're coming over tomorrow."
"Yeah. I'll call before I leave out."
"Okay. I'll see you later."
"Have fun," I said.
"Oh I will," she said, smiling.
When I let Phoebe out, I lock the door, turn out all the lights and head back to my room. I'm anxious to put this dreadful night to rest. I just hope that the rest of the weekend goes better than tonight.
`I sit on my bed looking at the pictures of Chandler and I together. I guess I should have expected us to break up. He seemed preoccupied all the time. Especially for the last few months. I thought that we were happy. I knew that he had this thing about commitment, but I figured once we fell in love things would change. Instead, he began to slip away from me more and more each day. I called him twice tonight and left messages on his machine. I don't want to be apart from him. I want us to work through this. I want to know what made him decide to end it all for good. I tried my best to assure him that I loved him more than anything, but I guess that wasn't good enough. I just want to know what I've done wrong. I was too upset and hurt last night to question him further as to why he's giving up on us. Part of me feels like I should give him the time he needs to work through some things, but the other side of me just wants to go over his house and demand that he not throw what we have away. I decide that I should just go to bed. I'll go over to his house tomorrow.
^After calling Rachel to tell her that I was on my way, I head out the door. Instead of hopping right into a cab, I decide to go to the coffeehouse first. I walk up to the counter and ask for a coffee. As soon as I take my seat, I notice that this guy staring. Seconds later, he walks over and sits down.
"Hi beautiful."
"Hi."
"You're not waiting for anyone are you?"
"No, but as soon as I have my coffee I'll be on my way."
"That's too bad. Can you stay a little longer?"
"No. I have to be somewhere."
"Boyfriend's house?"
"No."
"Mind if I call you sometime?"
"Well….."
"Don't say no."
The waitress brings me my cup of coffee and immediately I begin to drink. As I sip my coffee I notice him staring again. Now I sit here wishing that I would have just gotten in the cab as soon as I stepped foot outside. The guy is kinda cute, but I just don't feel like being bothered. I should have lied about me having a boyfriend.
"I don't even know you."
"We can get to know each other."
"I don't think so. I'm just getting out of serious relationship, and I'm just not ready for this," I said.
"I'm not saying that we have to get married. I just want to call you."
"I know, but…I can't. I'm sorry."
"Can't blame a guy for trying."
As I continue to drink my coffee, he gets up and leaves. I smile to myself. I should have come up with that lie as soon as he sat down. I sit back and enjoy my coffee all by myself before heading to Phoebe and Rachel's.
~I don't know if I'm just imagining things or what, but I feel is if I'm being followed. I've been to three stores and each time, I've noticed someone looking at me suspiciously. Before getting into a cab to go back home, I decide to go into another store. I want to make sure that I'm being followed. After being in the bookstore for ten minutes, my suspicions about being followed are proven right. I stand here with a book in my hand. I'm thinking of an escape. I keep an eye out the window for a few cabs. I plan to run straight out the door and hop into a cab. I slowly turn around to get a glimpse of the person following me, but he has his back to me. For the first time since I entered the store, I notice that I'm sweating. The person following me is about my size, but I'm terrified because I know if he's carrying a gun underneath his coat. It's a nice spring day, and he's wearing a coat. Really suspicious. I know any move I make, he'll be watching. I'm not sure if I should just run out of the store or casually walk out. Either way, I have to get away.
^As the cab pulls along side the curb, I get in. Before I could close the door, this guy grabs the handle and jumps in beside me. He pushes me to the other side and orders the driver to step on it. I'm looking at him like he's crazy, but he doesn't notice. He keeps looking out the back window. I'm careful not to get close to him because he's scaring the hell out of me.
"Can you please speed it up!"
"I can't run over these cars. I'm going as fast as I can."
"Please hurry."
"Where are you headed?"
"I don't know."
"You're rushing me and you don't know where you're going?"
"No."
"I don't have time for games. I'm letting you out."
"No! Please…I'll go wherever she's going."
"What?"
"Oh my God!" He shouts as he looks back.
"What's going on?" I asks.
"I'm being followed and I don't know why."
The cab driver notices and speeds up. Instead of taking me where I want to go, he approaches the highway. When I look back, I notice that the car is gaining on us.
"I think he's gonna ram us."
"Are you a criminal or something?"
"No. I don't know what's going on."
Minutes later, the car in back of hits us from behind.
"Hold on guys," the driver said.
All of a sudden he puts the pedal to the medal and switches lanes. Every time the car gets behind us, the cab driver gets into another lane, making it difficult for the guy behind us to hit us again. I look from the back of the window to the guy sitting at the other end. I'm not sure I believe that he's not a criminal. He probably stole something from someone and now they're after him. I can't believe this is happening. We are lucky that the traffic isn't heavy.
Me and the guy are so busy looking out of the back window that we don't notice when the cab driver turns off somewhere in order to lose our unwanted company. As we speed along the highway, I notice for the first time that there is a bag in his hand. I wonder if what he has in that bag the reason we're being chased. He obviously has something that belongs to the people he's running from. Why else would they be doing this?
"Do you have something in that bag that belongs to them?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"No. I told you that I don't even know why I'm being followed."
"I don't believe you, and neither does she," the driver said.
"Y'know what? I don't care what you think. Someone is trying to hurt or maybe even kill me, so you don't have to believe a damn thing I say."
As I turn my head to look back, the car crashes into us again. It doesn't stop there. The person on the passenger side sticks his arm out the window with a gun in his right hand. My eyes open wide just before I duck down on the floor.
"Oh shit, he has a gun!" The guy said.
At the mention of the gun, the driver begins to panic. He starts swerving all over the road. I'm convinced at this point that I'm gonna die along with these two strangers. All for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
`I stand outside in front of Chandler's house contemplating on whether or not I should knock on his door. I feel foolish and suddenly wish I hadn't come here. Being that I came over, I decide to knock on the door. I'm really nervous. I'm afraid he'll tell me that he doesn't want to see me and close the door in my face. I knock again, but I don't get an answer. Seconds later, Joey shows up.
"Hey Jena."
"Hi Joey."
I knock on the door as Joey rings the doorbell. I'm so nervous that it didn't enter my mind to do the same.
"I don't think he's home. Have you talked to him?" I ask.
"No. I haven't talked to him in a few days," Joey answered.
"Oh."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'll see you later."
I walk off pretty fast and vow not to return.
~I duck down seconds before shots are fired. The driver continues to swerve the now empty highway. I look in front of me and see her tucked into a ball on the floor. I'm now wishing that I had stayed home as originally planned. As shots are being fired at us, I hear the screeching sounds of the tires just before another shot is fired. This time I hear the window shatter and the driver screams out in pain. He's been shot. I want to jump up to see if he's all right, but I'm too afraid that I'll be shot also. Despite the driver being in pain, he keeps switching lanes so that the other car won't be able to pull along side us, and so we won't be an easy target. I thought it was working until I hear more shots. One shot sends the car into a frenzy. I'm guessing one of the tires has been shot out. Another shot comes through the window sending us rolling down a hill. I'm too afraid to get off the floor of the cab to look out the window to see where we're headed. I don't have to wonder long because all of a sudden we crash head on into something….
CHANDLER AND MONICA ARE IN……..IMMEDIATE DANGER, NEXT
BY CREASSYA
This is my Suspense series. Chandler and Joey are best friends and don't know the gang. Chandler has been dating a woman named Jena for a year. When he began to feel trapped in the relationship, he broke up with her. He thinks that he's finally free now that the relationship has ended, but he's dead wrong. Now he has to deal with her father. Together he and Monica run for their lives…….
*I put the key in the door, and let myself in. I want to pay my daughter a visit, so I decide to come see her on my way home. As I walk into the kitchen, I notice that Jena has her head down on the table crying, softly. I walk over and put my hand on her shoulder. She lifts her head up to look at me.
"Oh, daddy you scared me."
"I'm sorry," I said, as I sit down across from her.
"It's okay," she said, wiping her tears.
"What's wrong sweetheart?"
"It's over. Chandler and I are over."
"What?"
"Yeah. We broke up last night."
"Why?"
"He said that things were getting to be too serious for him, and that he needed a little time for himself."
"So, he ended it?"
"Yeah."
I ball up my fist as Jena rises from the table. How could Chandler break my baby's heart like this? Of all her previous boyfriends, I liked him the best. I thought he was different, but he's proven that he's just like all the rest. All I want for my daughter is happiness. I thought that she had found that in Chandler. How dare he hurt my little girl like this. When I get through with him, he's going to wish he'd never heard of me or my daughter.
~I sit here at my desk staring into space. I was supposed to have been out of here twenty minutes ago. I can't stop thinking about Jena. She's the longest relationship I've ever had, and I loved her. I never expected the relationship to last. After six months, I found myself wanting out. Her dad kept hinting that he wanted a husband for her. Although I had strong feelings for her, I couldn't see her as my wife. I keep thinking about how devastated she looked when I ended it. I felt horrible. I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't stay in a relationship where I was unhappy. Toward the end, the love began to fade away, leaving me wondering if it was really love that I felt for her at all. I turn off my computer, gather up my things, and head home.
As I walk into the living room, I notice the answering machine blinking. I walk pass it, not wanting to hear anyone's voice. By looking at how many times the light blinked, I could tell that it was pretty full. I had a feeling that most of those messages were from Frank. Calling to find out why I broke up with his daughter. I don't fell like explaining things to him. It's none of his business. As I enter the kitchen, whiskers comes up behind me and starts rubbing up against me.
"I know you're ready to eat."
I take her bowl from off the floor and to wash it out. I fill it with food and water before putting it back on the floor.
^As I close the door, I roll my eyes. I've been wanting to go out with Clifford for months, so when he finally asked me out, I was thrilled. But after spending the evening with him, I regretted ever going out with him in the first place. All he did was talk about himself. When I couldn't take it anymore, I lied about not feeling well so we could end the date as soon as possible. Now that I'm at home, I'm relieved to finally be rid of him. I walk away from the door smiling. I can't believe he had the nerve to suggest that we go out again. I can't believe I never saw how arrogant, vain, and pompos he was. I guess I just couldn't see pass his gorgeous features. As soon as I walk into my room, the phone rings. I walk over to my nightstand and pick up the cordless phone.
"Hello."
"How was the date?" Rachel asked.
"I've had better."
"What happened?"
"Nothing really. He just spent the whole night talking about himself."
"I hate guys like that."
"You and me both."
"So, you coming over tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll be there."
"All right. Well, I gotta go. Terry's here."
"Tell him I said hi."
"Okay."
As I hang up the phone, I hear a knock on the door. I slowly make my way to the door, wondering how could be coming over this late. I open up the door and see Phoebe standing there.
"I know it's late."
"Come on in."
"Phil's in the car. I just stopped by to find out how the date went."
"Let me put it to you like this. I would have had a better time staying at home by myself."
"What happened?"
"He's just too conceded for me."
"Oh, one of those."
"Uh huh."
"So, where are you and Phil headed? Or should I even ask?"
"We're headed to his place," Phoebe said, winking at me.
"I figured."
"Have you talked to Rach?"
"I just got off the phone with her."
"So, you're coming over tomorrow."
"Yeah. I'll call before I leave out."
"Okay. I'll see you later."
"Have fun," I said.
"Oh I will," she said, smiling.
When I let Phoebe out, I lock the door, turn out all the lights and head back to my room. I'm anxious to put this dreadful night to rest. I just hope that the rest of the weekend goes better than tonight.
`I sit on my bed looking at the pictures of Chandler and I together. I guess I should have expected us to break up. He seemed preoccupied all the time. Especially for the last few months. I thought that we were happy. I knew that he had this thing about commitment, but I figured once we fell in love things would change. Instead, he began to slip away from me more and more each day. I called him twice tonight and left messages on his machine. I don't want to be apart from him. I want us to work through this. I want to know what made him decide to end it all for good. I tried my best to assure him that I loved him more than anything, but I guess that wasn't good enough. I just want to know what I've done wrong. I was too upset and hurt last night to question him further as to why he's giving up on us. Part of me feels like I should give him the time he needs to work through some things, but the other side of me just wants to go over his house and demand that he not throw what we have away. I decide that I should just go to bed. I'll go over to his house tomorrow.
^After calling Rachel to tell her that I was on my way, I head out the door. Instead of hopping right into a cab, I decide to go to the coffeehouse first. I walk up to the counter and ask for a coffee. As soon as I take my seat, I notice that this guy staring. Seconds later, he walks over and sits down.
"Hi beautiful."
"Hi."
"You're not waiting for anyone are you?"
"No, but as soon as I have my coffee I'll be on my way."
"That's too bad. Can you stay a little longer?"
"No. I have to be somewhere."
"Boyfriend's house?"
"No."
"Mind if I call you sometime?"
"Well….."
"Don't say no."
The waitress brings me my cup of coffee and immediately I begin to drink. As I sip my coffee I notice him staring again. Now I sit here wishing that I would have just gotten in the cab as soon as I stepped foot outside. The guy is kinda cute, but I just don't feel like being bothered. I should have lied about me having a boyfriend.
"I don't even know you."
"We can get to know each other."
"I don't think so. I'm just getting out of serious relationship, and I'm just not ready for this," I said.
"I'm not saying that we have to get married. I just want to call you."
"I know, but…I can't. I'm sorry."
"Can't blame a guy for trying."
As I continue to drink my coffee, he gets up and leaves. I smile to myself. I should have come up with that lie as soon as he sat down. I sit back and enjoy my coffee all by myself before heading to Phoebe and Rachel's.
~I don't know if I'm just imagining things or what, but I feel is if I'm being followed. I've been to three stores and each time, I've noticed someone looking at me suspiciously. Before getting into a cab to go back home, I decide to go into another store. I want to make sure that I'm being followed. After being in the bookstore for ten minutes, my suspicions about being followed are proven right. I stand here with a book in my hand. I'm thinking of an escape. I keep an eye out the window for a few cabs. I plan to run straight out the door and hop into a cab. I slowly turn around to get a glimpse of the person following me, but he has his back to me. For the first time since I entered the store, I notice that I'm sweating. The person following me is about my size, but I'm terrified because I know if he's carrying a gun underneath his coat. It's a nice spring day, and he's wearing a coat. Really suspicious. I know any move I make, he'll be watching. I'm not sure if I should just run out of the store or casually walk out. Either way, I have to get away.
^As the cab pulls along side the curb, I get in. Before I could close the door, this guy grabs the handle and jumps in beside me. He pushes me to the other side and orders the driver to step on it. I'm looking at him like he's crazy, but he doesn't notice. He keeps looking out the back window. I'm careful not to get close to him because he's scaring the hell out of me.
"Can you please speed it up!"
"I can't run over these cars. I'm going as fast as I can."
"Please hurry."
"Where are you headed?"
"I don't know."
"You're rushing me and you don't know where you're going?"
"No."
"I don't have time for games. I'm letting you out."
"No! Please…I'll go wherever she's going."
"What?"
"Oh my God!" He shouts as he looks back.
"What's going on?" I asks.
"I'm being followed and I don't know why."
The cab driver notices and speeds up. Instead of taking me where I want to go, he approaches the highway. When I look back, I notice that the car is gaining on us.
"I think he's gonna ram us."
"Are you a criminal or something?"
"No. I don't know what's going on."
Minutes later, the car in back of hits us from behind.
"Hold on guys," the driver said.
All of a sudden he puts the pedal to the medal and switches lanes. Every time the car gets behind us, the cab driver gets into another lane, making it difficult for the guy behind us to hit us again. I look from the back of the window to the guy sitting at the other end. I'm not sure I believe that he's not a criminal. He probably stole something from someone and now they're after him. I can't believe this is happening. We are lucky that the traffic isn't heavy.
Me and the guy are so busy looking out of the back window that we don't notice when the cab driver turns off somewhere in order to lose our unwanted company. As we speed along the highway, I notice for the first time that there is a bag in his hand. I wonder if what he has in that bag the reason we're being chased. He obviously has something that belongs to the people he's running from. Why else would they be doing this?
"Do you have something in that bag that belongs to them?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"No. I told you that I don't even know why I'm being followed."
"I don't believe you, and neither does she," the driver said.
"Y'know what? I don't care what you think. Someone is trying to hurt or maybe even kill me, so you don't have to believe a damn thing I say."
As I turn my head to look back, the car crashes into us again. It doesn't stop there. The person on the passenger side sticks his arm out the window with a gun in his right hand. My eyes open wide just before I duck down on the floor.
"Oh shit, he has a gun!" The guy said.
At the mention of the gun, the driver begins to panic. He starts swerving all over the road. I'm convinced at this point that I'm gonna die along with these two strangers. All for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
`I stand outside in front of Chandler's house contemplating on whether or not I should knock on his door. I feel foolish and suddenly wish I hadn't come here. Being that I came over, I decide to knock on the door. I'm really nervous. I'm afraid he'll tell me that he doesn't want to see me and close the door in my face. I knock again, but I don't get an answer. Seconds later, Joey shows up.
"Hey Jena."
"Hi Joey."
I knock on the door as Joey rings the doorbell. I'm so nervous that it didn't enter my mind to do the same.
"I don't think he's home. Have you talked to him?" I ask.
"No. I haven't talked to him in a few days," Joey answered.
"Oh."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'll see you later."
I walk off pretty fast and vow not to return.
~I duck down seconds before shots are fired. The driver continues to swerve the now empty highway. I look in front of me and see her tucked into a ball on the floor. I'm now wishing that I had stayed home as originally planned. As shots are being fired at us, I hear the screeching sounds of the tires just before another shot is fired. This time I hear the window shatter and the driver screams out in pain. He's been shot. I want to jump up to see if he's all right, but I'm too afraid that I'll be shot also. Despite the driver being in pain, he keeps switching lanes so that the other car won't be able to pull along side us, and so we won't be an easy target. I thought it was working until I hear more shots. One shot sends the car into a frenzy. I'm guessing one of the tires has been shot out. Another shot comes through the window sending us rolling down a hill. I'm too afraid to get off the floor of the cab to look out the window to see where we're headed. I don't have to wonder long because all of a sudden we crash head on into something….
CHANDLER AND MONICA ARE IN……..IMMEDIATE DANGER, NEXT