Betrayal

Part 5~ They're Gonna Break Your Heart

I never thought of my little stunt as being James Bond-ish, hehe. Sweet. But my car is definitely not James Bond-ish…it can't even hold it's own racing against a Mustang…not that I know from experience ;) But anywayz, it's nice to know that you're all glad I'm not dead, LOL. So anyways (wow, if I had, like, a penny for every time I said "so anyway" or "anywayz") but anyway (And there I go again…) thanks for all the reviews. We have today off for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day so I have another chance to write, yay. This part is, like, really short. I know all of these parts are short, but this one is really really short. But it's really really important. And now I'll let you get to reading it…

"Bad day?" Jessi asked, pulling back after Chandler had immediately kissed her as soon as he walked in.

"You have no idea," he mumbled, going back to kissing her. They moved toward her couch, not even bothering to try and make it upstairs to a bedroom since it was still early. And as Jessi worked on getting Chandler's shirt off, it was becoming clear that neither one of them wanted to wait long enough to go upstairs.

"Oh my god."

Chandler and Jessi both immediately froze, Jessi slowly sitting up and getting off of Chandler.

"Mark," she began.

"God, I knew it," he almost laughed. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt that you'd really changed," he paused, shaking his head. "God, I can't believe I actually thought you could change," he moved back toward the door, walking out.

Jessi sighed, running her hand through her hair before burying her face in her hands.

"I'm gonna go," Chandler said quietly, standing up and pulling his shirt back on. "Look, Jess, I-I'm sorry about everything that's happened.

Jessi looked up at him. "I'm not."

"Then I guess that's the difference between you and me," he looked back at her one last time before walking out the door.

~*~

Chandler drove around aimlessly for hours. It was too early to go home, and he really didn't want to go back to work. But he could only drive around with nothing but his thoughts for so long.

When he finally pulled up at his house, he looked at the clock. He was earlier than he'd been lately, but not so early that Monica would question why he was home already.

Chandler sighed, walking in the front door, the house unusually quiet. No kids yelling, no TV on, nothing. "Monica?" he said, wondering if she wasn't home yet. "Mon?" he repeated, walking into the living room, and seeing her sitting on the couch hugging her knees to her chest, tear-stained face, he realized that he hadn't even considered one possibility.

Mark had gone straight to Monica.

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