Raindrops Keep Falling – Chapter 4
A/N: Mmkay, I'm in an ultra crappy mood, but I'm gonna pretend I'm not for the sake of this a/n. lol, today I walked to the supermarket that's like a mile away to visit my friend who works at the Starbucks there and I got soaked from the rain. Now, I'm on caffeine high from the caramel frappachino I had. Great, I won't end up going to sleep till like 1 am. But, on the plus side, it was half off.;) Anyway, this chapter is rated pg-13 for slight sexual themes. Please read at your own caution. I don't want to be responsible for the corruption of today's youth, except that I kinda still am one so I guess, technically, I can't be responsible for corrupting my own kind, right? Ok, so it doesn't work that way, but I'm just going to keep pretending it does. Thanks to Yen (aka JenniGellerBing) for easing my anxiety about this chapter and hello to Michey Pishey just b/c I loverrr her and didn't forget to mention her in this a/n finally! Ok, Please read and review, thanks.
That night, Monica laid in bed, waiting for her husband to enter the bedroom. There was no reason to go to sleep. He would just wake her anyway. However, today, that didn't matter. She had another reason to stay awake. Her mind was still swirling from the events of that morning.
She had tried to hide her miserable life from her friends; put on a façade of cheerfulness, instead. Still, it had failed. Obviously, no one believed it. Firstly, she walked in on her friends talking about how miserable she seemed, and then, Chandler gave her that look that told her he knew she was unhappy. She saw that and took it as opportunity to admit everything, against her better judgment. But still, the only way things could get better was if she stood up to her husband. Chandler knew that, too.
What he didn't know, however, was that she wasn't sure she could stand up to him. She had tried, of course, but her attempts had always proven futile. Her husband was, if nothing else, the most stubborn man in the world. In his mind, he had no flaws. Therefore, anyone who pointed them out was wrong. Monica had seen his rage in its entirety before; she didn't want it directed at her – not again.
She turned her head towards the door, and watched as it slowly opened. Bobby entered. At first, he stumbled slightly, grabbing the door to catch himself before he fell. He laughed blankly, and walked in farther. His eyes swept the room, and then fell upon Monica. Her heart sped up, as his lips curved into a small smile.
He was drunk again. That didn't surprise Monica, though. In fact, she couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been drunk around her in the past six years. Sure, he had quit when they first became serious, but he picked it up again a half a year later. For a fleeting moment, she wondered what in his life was so terrible that forced him to drink. Was it her? It couldn't be - she never nagged him, never argued – could it?
However, that thought left her mind as soon as he climbed onto the bed. She moved away from him slowly, although never breaking eye contact. As soon as she moved, he moved with her. She was at the end of the bed – there was nowhere else to go. She continued to look up at him, his small smile now replaced by a sly grin. Monica narrowed her eyes and glared at him. No matter what happened, she couldn't break eye contact. That was, after all, the first sign of weakness.
They continued to stare at each other wordlessly. Seconds turned into hours, as Monica forced herself to only blink when absolutely necessary. Then, slowly, he inched closer to her. She in took a sharp breath, but still stared up at him, hoping her inward fear wasn't visible. He was hovering over her now; his body only inches away from hers. Part of her was screaming to break eye contact – to just close her eyes and allow him to do what he wanted. However, she had made a promise to Chandler, and, in turn, had made a promise to herself. She had to keep it.
His hands found the hem of her blouse. She still refused to break eye contact. His fingers began to unbutton the blouse, and she knew it was time. He couldn't go any further. He was scurrying to undo the button right below her breasts, when she took him by surprise and pushed his hands away. Fire flashed in his eyes, but she still didn't break eye contact.
He glared at her for a few moments, before moving back to her blouse, this time, ripping the button off the shirt. She pushed his hands away again. Another bolt of lightning flashed in his eyes. He glared at her again, jaw set tightly. She glared right back at him. And then, she did what she had never done before.
"Don't touch me."
His gaped at her for a few moments, not used to being denied. His hands then moved to her shirt once more, this time, ripping the rest of the buttons off in one quick motion. Monica pushed his hands away again.
"Don't touch me!"
He sat back and squinted his eyes. "I can do whatever I want."
"No."
"YES!" he screamed, leaning in and kissing her roughly on her lips.
She pushed his head away and sat up. He pushed her down, causing her back to hit the bed board roughly. He gripped her shoulders tightly, leaving bruises where his fingertips squeezed her. Not a sound escaped her lips.
He kissed her again, this time, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She allowed him a half a minute of access, the smell of stale alcohol and cigarettes on his breath making her nauseous. Then, she bit down roughly and defiantly on his tongue. He yelped and jumped back, holding a hand up to his mouth. She turned to get out of the bed, but he grabbed her around the waist with his right arm. She felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of her, as he swung her back on the bed.
Panting, she looked up into his eyes, determined to regain eye contact. His green eyes stared back at her, twisted and cold. When had he changed from the man she used to love, into this cold-hearted demand? The memory of his eyes, combined with the question they brought out in her, would live within her forever.
"Look," he began, as he once again hovered over her, "There are two ways we can do this."
Monica shook her head, "I'm not sleeping with you!"
He continued, completely ignoring her last statement, "One: we can do it easily," he leaned his head down and whispered in her ear, "And pleasurably."
She pushed him upwards. He smiled down at her, deciding to view her defiant attempts as a game.
"Or," he continued in the same eerily calm voice, "We can do it the painful way."
"No!"
"No, not painful?"
"No, never!"
He shook his head. "I gave you the choice."
He pushed her down completely onto the mattress, before pinning her to it with his hands. She screamed and twisted underneath his grip, but he was too strong for her. She couldn't escape. Sitting on her waist, he let go with his hands and put his arms around her back, unclasping her bra as he moved. She continued to twist her upper body, but Bobby was unfazed.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, and bit it. She couldn't help the scream that escaped her lips. He laughed and leaned towards her.
"I fight fire with fire."
She again attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but to no avail. He lifted his body a few inches from hers, as he slid off her jeans and panties. She immediately closed her legs in protest. He began nibbling at her neck, but she continued to sit still. Her heart was beating at an abnormally fast pace. She watched him as he slid his pants and boxers off. She had to escape. To leave her body and go as far away from the scene as she possibly could. But, it was impossible. She couldn't escape his grasp. …Or could she?
She continued to look into Bobby's eyes, but in her head, she blocked him out. Instead, she found herself back at Chandler's apartment. Chandler was holding her, whispering that everything would be okay. Bobby thrust his knee between her legs, separating them. Monica screamed in pain, but never broke eye contact. In her head, Chandler told her he was proud of her – she had stood up to her enemy.
She felt Bobby enter her roughly, but she saw Chandler smiling down at her. She never broke eye contact. Chandler held her and whispered that she had done a great job. As Bobby moved inside her, she argued that she hadn't actually succeeded. Chandler shook his head and kissed her on the forehead. She could hear Bobby's throaty moans in her ear. Chandler told her she had done as much as she could. Bobby moaned and shuttered in sexual ecstasy. Chandler was proud of her. Bobby pulled out and laid on his side, breathing heavily. She was proud of herself.
Lol, my mom just told me that the electricity went out across the street. Huh, I wonder how long till ours goes out. Yes, Hurricane Isabel is taking her aggressions out on my area, but it's not actually so bad here. People are like so convinced that we're going to get off school tomorrow. People are stupid. (watch, we're going to end up getting off from school tomorrow just to make ME into the idiot) Anyways, please leave me a review. Thanks!:) I hope this wasn't just crap.:/