The Phone Call- Chapter 2
A few hours later a police officer arrived. Monica had explained her account of the situation, and Officer Phalange, or Regina, as she had introduced herself, had given both of them her advice. She had told them it WAS probably no big deal, but it concerned her a little bit that this person seemed to know so much information about her and Chandler. She advised having their number changed, and also gave them the number to the department of the phone company that handled phone calls such as this one. They could specially request having the call traced, or if the calls persisted, to have their phone tapped. But tapping the phone was to be the last resort, as that was usually only used in life or death situations.
"Thank you, Officer," Monica said politely, as she and Chandler shook her hand.
"Please, call me Regina." She smiled at the two of them. "And honey, try not to get too worked up over this. Even if this sick bastard does know where you live, I wouldn't be too worried if I had a husband like that to protect me."
Monica smiled weakly. "Thanks again, Regina."
"Yes, and we'll be sure to call you if anything happens," Chandler added.
"Okay, you do that. See you." And with that she left.
Monica sighed and collapsed again into Chandler's arms. "So, what do you wanna do? Call that department and see if they can trace it? Or just go straight to changing our number?"
"Well, we should probably do both, but first let's call that department. I just want you to feel safe."
Monica smiled and turned around. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. "Thank you," she whispered. "I'll always feel safe in your arms."
Chandler smiled in return. "Do you want me to go call that department now?"
"Well, I better do it. They'd probably wanna talk to the person who actually experienced the phone call, ya'know?"
"Yeah. Okay, babe...God, who would wanna torment you this way?" It really irked Chandler that someone who actually KNEW his beautiful wife could bear to do that to her. He did want to just go kick his ass, but he also did know that Monica was probably more capable of that than he was---but God knows, if he ever came face to face with this psycho, he'd die trying.
"I don't know," she sighed. "Oh, I guess we better plug the phone back in. This way, maybe the phone company can set it up in advance to trace it if he calls back. Because I know he will."
Later, after Monica finally got off the phone with the phone company, she walked towards Chandler, who was in the kitchen with his face buried in a bag of Doritos. He noticed her leaning against the counter and looked up. "What'd they say, hun?"
"Okay, they tried to trace the call, but they couldn't. So they are going to trace any further calls we get. Oh, and they're changing our number, too," Monica explained.
"Okay...Jesus, we've gotta get Caller ID."
After a few moments of silence---they heard it. There it was again. The phone.
"Chandler, you answer it," Monica whispered.
Chandler nodded and hesitantly picked up the phone. 'Don't say anything stupid!' he silently told himself. "Hello?" he asked cautiously.
"Hey, Chandler!" came Rachel's cheerful voice. He sighed heavily in relief. "Oh, it's just Rachel." Monica sighed, too, and pressed her ear against the phone to try to listen as well. "Hey, Rach," she said.
"Oh my God, Mon! This is the most amazing place ever! They've got a SPA, INDOOR POOLS, and get this---there's this gigantic shopping center only TWO blocks away! Ahh! How great is that?"
Monica and Chandler both laughed. "That's wonderful, Rach," Monica said in her perkiest voice.
"So what's going on with you guys?"
Chandler was about to open his mouth when Monica stopped him. He looked at her questioningly. "Everything is fine. We'll see you Sunday night, right?"
"Yeah, okay. See 'ya!"
They hung up the phone.
"Why don't you want her to know what's going on?" Chandler asked curiously.
"'Cause she'll tell Ross, and you know how protective he gets over me. I don't want either one of them worrying."
"Hmm, I guess you're right."
And then there it came again. The phone.
"Hello?" Chandler asked, hoping it was just Rachel calling back to tell one of the 'extraordinary' details she had forgotten before.
"Hello, Chandler," a mysterious voice replied. Chandler's face dropped. He knew this was the creep. Monica was right. He had a voice like none other. It was disturbing.
"What do you want?"
"I want your wife."
"Well, that's too bad."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. Leave us alone. We've already contacted the police, and this phone call is being traced right now."
"Oh, is it?"
"Yep!"
"Well, that's not really going to make a difference."
"And why not?"
"Oh, you'll see," he snickered. "You're going to be sorry you stole Monica from me one day."
"Yeah, that's kind of weird because you never had her in the first place."
"You don't even know who I am, do you? Well, I was supposed to be with Monica. I could've made her much happier than you ever could have."
"Oh, I strongly doubt that," Chandler said firmly.
"Listen, if you make any attempt to change your number or anything---well, it won't do any good. I know all about you two. And if you challenge me again I'll come over and kill that little wife of yours."
Chandler had had enough. He hung up the phone. He looked over at Monica who was nervously biting her nails, eagerly anticipating hearing about the conversation. "So? What'd he say?"
"Just pretty much what he must've been telling you---that he knows all about us, that he wanted you, that I stole you from him, blah, blah, blah."
"Anything else?" she asked nervously. She could see he was hiding something.
"No," he lied. He didn't like lying to her, but the last thing he wanted to do was worry her by telling her that there had been a death threat made against her.
"Are you sure?" she still sensed he was hiding something.
"Yes," he lied again. "Now, let's go to bed, okay, sweetie? We've had a pretty rough day."
"Okay..."
Chandler led her into their bedroom, and they changed into their nightclothes. As they slipped into bed, Monica clung to Chandler tighter and closer than usual. She was scared out of her wits that this sicko would try to harm either one of them. He held her tight, and eventually they dozed off to sleep.
Some time later, Monica woke up cold. Chandler had rolled off to his side of the bed. She pulled the blanket up around her protectively and hugged her knees to her chest. She stared blankly at the ceiling and began seeing shadows in the dark. 'Oh God, stop acting like a six year old. It's just your imagination. There's nothing to be scared of.'
Chandler looked up and noticed Monica awake. "Honey, what's wrong?"
She sighed. "I can't sleep. I'm too nervous. Geez, it's like a scene right outta Scream, huh?"
Chandler sat up and rubbed her arm soothingly. He pulled her close and gently stroked her forehead, while planting soft kisses on it. He knew as much as he told her not to be afraid, it couldn't completely stop her from doing so. So he chose not to say anything, but to just be there for her and try to make her feel as better as he possibly could. They laid there in each other's arms for quite a while before finally falling back to sleep.
Chapter 3-COMING SOON! A/N: Well, that was chapter 2. I hope you liked it. Chapter 3 will be coming very, very soon and yay because it'll be the farthest I've ever gotten with a story, lmao. Thanks for reading! Love you guys! -Marcella
A few hours later a police officer arrived. Monica had explained her account of the situation, and Officer Phalange, or Regina, as she had introduced herself, had given both of them her advice. She had told them it WAS probably no big deal, but it concerned her a little bit that this person seemed to know so much information about her and Chandler. She advised having their number changed, and also gave them the number to the department of the phone company that handled phone calls such as this one. They could specially request having the call traced, or if the calls persisted, to have their phone tapped. But tapping the phone was to be the last resort, as that was usually only used in life or death situations.
"Thank you, Officer," Monica said politely, as she and Chandler shook her hand.
"Please, call me Regina." She smiled at the two of them. "And honey, try not to get too worked up over this. Even if this sick bastard does know where you live, I wouldn't be too worried if I had a husband like that to protect me."
Monica smiled weakly. "Thanks again, Regina."
"Yes, and we'll be sure to call you if anything happens," Chandler added.
"Okay, you do that. See you." And with that she left.
Monica sighed and collapsed again into Chandler's arms. "So, what do you wanna do? Call that department and see if they can trace it? Or just go straight to changing our number?"
"Well, we should probably do both, but first let's call that department. I just want you to feel safe."
Monica smiled and turned around. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. "Thank you," she whispered. "I'll always feel safe in your arms."
Chandler smiled in return. "Do you want me to go call that department now?"
"Well, I better do it. They'd probably wanna talk to the person who actually experienced the phone call, ya'know?"
"Yeah. Okay, babe...God, who would wanna torment you this way?" It really irked Chandler that someone who actually KNEW his beautiful wife could bear to do that to her. He did want to just go kick his ass, but he also did know that Monica was probably more capable of that than he was---but God knows, if he ever came face to face with this psycho, he'd die trying.
"I don't know," she sighed. "Oh, I guess we better plug the phone back in. This way, maybe the phone company can set it up in advance to trace it if he calls back. Because I know he will."
Later, after Monica finally got off the phone with the phone company, she walked towards Chandler, who was in the kitchen with his face buried in a bag of Doritos. He noticed her leaning against the counter and looked up. "What'd they say, hun?"
"Okay, they tried to trace the call, but they couldn't. So they are going to trace any further calls we get. Oh, and they're changing our number, too," Monica explained.
"Okay...Jesus, we've gotta get Caller ID."
After a few moments of silence---they heard it. There it was again. The phone.
"Chandler, you answer it," Monica whispered.
Chandler nodded and hesitantly picked up the phone. 'Don't say anything stupid!' he silently told himself. "Hello?" he asked cautiously.
"Hey, Chandler!" came Rachel's cheerful voice. He sighed heavily in relief. "Oh, it's just Rachel." Monica sighed, too, and pressed her ear against the phone to try to listen as well. "Hey, Rach," she said.
"Oh my God, Mon! This is the most amazing place ever! They've got a SPA, INDOOR POOLS, and get this---there's this gigantic shopping center only TWO blocks away! Ahh! How great is that?"
Monica and Chandler both laughed. "That's wonderful, Rach," Monica said in her perkiest voice.
"So what's going on with you guys?"
Chandler was about to open his mouth when Monica stopped him. He looked at her questioningly. "Everything is fine. We'll see you Sunday night, right?"
"Yeah, okay. See 'ya!"
They hung up the phone.
"Why don't you want her to know what's going on?" Chandler asked curiously.
"'Cause she'll tell Ross, and you know how protective he gets over me. I don't want either one of them worrying."
"Hmm, I guess you're right."
And then there it came again. The phone.
"Hello?" Chandler asked, hoping it was just Rachel calling back to tell one of the 'extraordinary' details she had forgotten before.
"Hello, Chandler," a mysterious voice replied. Chandler's face dropped. He knew this was the creep. Monica was right. He had a voice like none other. It was disturbing.
"What do you want?"
"I want your wife."
"Well, that's too bad."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. Leave us alone. We've already contacted the police, and this phone call is being traced right now."
"Oh, is it?"
"Yep!"
"Well, that's not really going to make a difference."
"And why not?"
"Oh, you'll see," he snickered. "You're going to be sorry you stole Monica from me one day."
"Yeah, that's kind of weird because you never had her in the first place."
"You don't even know who I am, do you? Well, I was supposed to be with Monica. I could've made her much happier than you ever could have."
"Oh, I strongly doubt that," Chandler said firmly.
"Listen, if you make any attempt to change your number or anything---well, it won't do any good. I know all about you two. And if you challenge me again I'll come over and kill that little wife of yours."
Chandler had had enough. He hung up the phone. He looked over at Monica who was nervously biting her nails, eagerly anticipating hearing about the conversation. "So? What'd he say?"
"Just pretty much what he must've been telling you---that he knows all about us, that he wanted you, that I stole you from him, blah, blah, blah."
"Anything else?" she asked nervously. She could see he was hiding something.
"No," he lied. He didn't like lying to her, but the last thing he wanted to do was worry her by telling her that there had been a death threat made against her.
"Are you sure?" she still sensed he was hiding something.
"Yes," he lied again. "Now, let's go to bed, okay, sweetie? We've had a pretty rough day."
"Okay..."
Chandler led her into their bedroom, and they changed into their nightclothes. As they slipped into bed, Monica clung to Chandler tighter and closer than usual. She was scared out of her wits that this sicko would try to harm either one of them. He held her tight, and eventually they dozed off to sleep.
Some time later, Monica woke up cold. Chandler had rolled off to his side of the bed. She pulled the blanket up around her protectively and hugged her knees to her chest. She stared blankly at the ceiling and began seeing shadows in the dark. 'Oh God, stop acting like a six year old. It's just your imagination. There's nothing to be scared of.'
Chandler looked up and noticed Monica awake. "Honey, what's wrong?"
She sighed. "I can't sleep. I'm too nervous. Geez, it's like a scene right outta Scream, huh?"
Chandler sat up and rubbed her arm soothingly. He pulled her close and gently stroked her forehead, while planting soft kisses on it. He knew as much as he told her not to be afraid, it couldn't completely stop her from doing so. So he chose not to say anything, but to just be there for her and try to make her feel as better as he possibly could. They laid there in each other's arms for quite a while before finally falling back to sleep.
Chapter 3-COMING SOON! A/N: Well, that was chapter 2. I hope you liked it. Chapter 3 will be coming very, very soon and yay because it'll be the farthest I've ever gotten with a story, lmao. Thanks for reading! Love you guys! -Marcella
