Betrayal

Part 6~ The Moment of Truth in Your Lies

My dog is seriously like the most entertaining thing in the world. He's so stupid…like right now, he's trying to fit his squeaky toy and a tennis ball into his mouth at the same time. It's hilarious, LOL. But newayz, thanks so much for all the reviews. And TowMondler-I'm glad you didn't die, too :) And, um, I don't know how many four-letter words you can have in something before it goes from being rated PG-13 to rated R…and even if this should be rated R, that's too bad. Me and my friends had that conversation today…and we decided that it's stupid to have movies and stuff be rated R and you can't get in unless you're 17. I mean, are you all of a sudden maturer than you were when you were 16? Do you suddenly have the ability to hear the f-word? And on the radio when they censor it and make it "She hates me, nananana, she f-kin' hates me" can we not tell what the word is even with the two letters of sound they left out? Seriously, people!

Sorry, just needed to rant. I'm better now…

She looked at him. Just looked at him, not saying a word.

It had to be true.

He looked guilty, looked like he knew why she was upset, knew why she was crying. It was true.

"Monica…"

Monica swallowed, wiping her eyes and taking a shaky breath as she stood up, walking over to where Chandler was standing. "So I had an interesting conversation with Mark today," she looked him in the eye, and he looked down. "Is it-is it true?" she choked out, not even sure why she was asking.

Chandler looked back up. "Yes," he whispered, feeling the sting of Monica's hand across his cheek a second later. Chandler closed his eyes, not turning his head back to face Monica right away. He'd deserved that. That and ten million times that, and he knew it.

He finally turned back to face her, tears in his eyes, "Monic-"

"No, don't you even cry. You have no right to cry," she cut him off. "Don't even cry," she wiped the tears that fell down her own cheeks.

"Monica-"

"How long?" she cut him off again, not about to give him a chance to talk.

"Four months," Chandler lowered his eyes.

Monica continued to look at him in disbelief. "So all this time…all the fights, all the times you've been coming home late…when you missed Josh's game…"

"It's not like we were doing all that great before, anyway," Chandler snapped, looking back up at her.

"Fuck your excuses, Chandler!" Monica yelled, throwing a glass of water that had been sitting on the coffee table against the wall, and it shattered instantly. "Fuck your excuses, it's not like that's an actual reason."

"I know it's not, but I'm sorry."

"Oh, sorry, well that makes it better," Monica said sarcastically. "That makes it all go away."

"Monica, I know I screwed up!"

"Screwed up?" Monica looked at him. "Screwing up is forgetting to do a load of laundry when I ask you to do it. Screwing up is forgetting our anniversary. I think they'd have to come up with an entire new word for you."

"Look, Monica, I'm sorry. And I've felt like shit for the past few months."

"Then why did you do it?" she snapped, looking up at him, and when he didn't answer, added, "That wasn't rhetorical."

Chandler shrugged, wiping his eyes. "I don't know."

"Was it-did you love her, or was it just…" Monica trailed off. "Actually, I don't think I want to know. Because you either just cheated for the physical part, or you really do love somebody else, and I don't know which would hurt more to hear."

"Monica…" Chandler started once again, but she turned away from him. "Mon, I love you."

"Fuck you," she turned back to face him, looking him in the eye. Chandler looked down, and Monica sighed. "I-I think you should leave," she said quietly a few seconds later.

"What?" Chandler looked up.

"Just…get out. I can't do this right now…God, I can't even look at you right now," she turned away. "Even with all the fights, with all the shit, I just never thought…" she trailed off, wiping her eyes. "And I just can't right now, Chandler. Just…get out."

"Mon-"

"Get out," she yelled, turning to face him, "Get the hell out!"

Chandler just looked at her for a second. Even with all the times she'd told him to leave, all the times he'd threatened to leave, she'd never looked like she seriously wanted him to.

Until now.

Chandler took a deep, shaky breath, and Monica looked down, not watching as he walked out the door, not even slamming it shut behind him.

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