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Chapter 15
Monica woke up in a cold sweat. Chandler was sitting
there smiling at her.
It was all a dream, she thought. Everything was a
dream, none of this happened....I didn't go out to lunch
with Richard, let alone sleep with him....and I didn't
try to kill myself!
She was stuck in this happy visualization until....she
looked down and saw she was wearing a hospital gown.
The only thing she had dreamt was TELLING Chandler
about Richard...
"Honey....are you okay?" Chandler asked.
"I-I'm fine." She mumbled, laying her head back down.
"You're gonna be so happy...." he said, "you're going
home today!"
Monica smiled because she couldn't wait to get home,
but frowned when she thought about facing Chandler.
"The only catch is....they want you to go to....treatment...."
Chandler said wearily.
"Treatment....for what?" she asked.
"D-drug abuse...." Chandler whispered. A tear rolled
down Monica's face....she felt so stupid for hurting
herself like that.
"Ok...." she said, trying not to break down and tell him
everything. She had to tell him sometime but....she just
didn't think she could handle it yet.
"But beside that point....I have a surprise for you when
we get home...." Chandler said with a grin, "I think
you'll like it."
Monica smiled and tried not to look into his eyes. He
was so warm and caring, she couldn't stand hurting him
like this. "Ok honey....thank you."
Chandler and Monica walked into the apartment
quietly. They had made small talk on the way home, but
Monica was just too distant to have a conversation
with.
"Here we are." Chandler said smiling. He wrapped his
arms around Monica's waist and held her close to him.
"Yep....here we are...." she replied, trying not to get too
close to him. She loved him so much and she definitely
WANTED to get close to him but she just couldn't stand
the pain.
"Is something wrong?" Chandler asked.
"No....nothing....why?" Monica lied.
"You just....you won't talk to me, you won't get close
to me. Is there something you need to tell me, Mon?"
Chandler had a look of puzzlement on his face.
"No....I just....still feel a little weird after the
hospital and everything." She mumbled. Chandler
nodded, then quickly began smiling again, "I have
something to show you."
He put a blindfold on her eyes and led her to the
bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and told her not
to take the blindfold off, or it would ruin the
surprise.
Then, he walked over to the side table and opened a
bottle of champagne. While he poured the champagne
into two glasses, he kicked off his shoes and started
unbuttoning his pants.
"Are you almost done, Chandler?" she asked loudly,
not knowing whether or not he was still in the room.
"Yes, honey." He called back. By then, he had gotten
rid of all his clothes, but his socks and boxers. He
turned on the radio, which was set on some soft,
romantic music, and lit all the candles he could fit
into the room. Then he turned off the lights. With all
the candles, it wasn't quite dark, but enough to set
the mood. He quickly got under the covers.
"Ok sweetheart....you can take off the blindfold."
Chandler whispered. Monica took the blindfold off and
almost cried. There were rose petals scattered on the
bed, candles, soft music...and her loving husband next
to her. He handed her a glass of champagne.
"Oh Chandler....this is beautiful...." she said, taking the
glass and looking around the room.
"It can't hold a candle to you....wait that was....kind of
an ironic statement....with all the candles and
whatnot....ehh I'll shut up now." He leaned in to kiss
her. Monica knew what she was about to do was so
wrong, almost as wrong as sleeping with Richard. But
she was so caught up in the moment that she couldn't
help herself. She was so in love with Chandler....what
she had done had been when she was drunk....it hadn't
meant anything, she thought as Chandler took their
glasses of champagne and blew out the candles.
"Oh....oh Richard!!!" Monica screamed. Chandler pushed
her body off of him.
"WHAT the HELL did you just say???" Chandler yelled.
He had a look of fury on his face.
"Um....I said....oh....oh....Bitch....herd? Like....a herd of female
dogs? Um you know, because their master uh....controls
them and....baby, tie me down and dominate me...." Monica
said. Wow, that was the worst lie you've ever told,
she though to herself.
"Oh. Ok." Chandler said. He didn't believe her, but
he could handle this tomorrow. Monica wasn't gonna be
the only one getting satisfaction, he hadn't gotten
any from her for like, 20 years it seemed. He pulled
her back on top of him and got back to work.
Chapter 15
Monica woke up in a cold sweat. Chandler was sitting
there smiling at her.
It was all a dream, she thought. Everything was a
dream, none of this happened....I didn't go out to lunch
with Richard, let alone sleep with him....and I didn't
try to kill myself!
She was stuck in this happy visualization until....she
looked down and saw she was wearing a hospital gown.
The only thing she had dreamt was TELLING Chandler
about Richard...
"Honey....are you okay?" Chandler asked.
"I-I'm fine." She mumbled, laying her head back down.
"You're gonna be so happy...." he said, "you're going
home today!"
Monica smiled because she couldn't wait to get home,
but frowned when she thought about facing Chandler.
"The only catch is....they want you to go to....treatment...."
Chandler said wearily.
"Treatment....for what?" she asked.
"D-drug abuse...." Chandler whispered. A tear rolled
down Monica's face....she felt so stupid for hurting
herself like that.
"Ok...." she said, trying not to break down and tell him
everything. She had to tell him sometime but....she just
didn't think she could handle it yet.
"But beside that point....I have a surprise for you when
we get home...." Chandler said with a grin, "I think
you'll like it."
Monica smiled and tried not to look into his eyes. He
was so warm and caring, she couldn't stand hurting him
like this. "Ok honey....thank you."
Chandler and Monica walked into the apartment
quietly. They had made small talk on the way home, but
Monica was just too distant to have a conversation
with.
"Here we are." Chandler said smiling. He wrapped his
arms around Monica's waist and held her close to him.
"Yep....here we are...." she replied, trying not to get too
close to him. She loved him so much and she definitely
WANTED to get close to him but she just couldn't stand
the pain.
"Is something wrong?" Chandler asked.
"No....nothing....why?" Monica lied.
"You just....you won't talk to me, you won't get close
to me. Is there something you need to tell me, Mon?"
Chandler had a look of puzzlement on his face.
"No....I just....still feel a little weird after the
hospital and everything." She mumbled. Chandler
nodded, then quickly began smiling again, "I have
something to show you."
He put a blindfold on her eyes and led her to the
bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and told her not
to take the blindfold off, or it would ruin the
surprise.
Then, he walked over to the side table and opened a
bottle of champagne. While he poured the champagne
into two glasses, he kicked off his shoes and started
unbuttoning his pants.
"Are you almost done, Chandler?" she asked loudly,
not knowing whether or not he was still in the room.
"Yes, honey." He called back. By then, he had gotten
rid of all his clothes, but his socks and boxers. He
turned on the radio, which was set on some soft,
romantic music, and lit all the candles he could fit
into the room. Then he turned off the lights. With all
the candles, it wasn't quite dark, but enough to set
the mood. He quickly got under the covers.
"Ok sweetheart....you can take off the blindfold."
Chandler whispered. Monica took the blindfold off and
almost cried. There were rose petals scattered on the
bed, candles, soft music...and her loving husband next
to her. He handed her a glass of champagne.
"Oh Chandler....this is beautiful...." she said, taking the
glass and looking around the room.
"It can't hold a candle to you....wait that was....kind of
an ironic statement....with all the candles and
whatnot....ehh I'll shut up now." He leaned in to kiss
her. Monica knew what she was about to do was so
wrong, almost as wrong as sleeping with Richard. But
she was so caught up in the moment that she couldn't
help herself. She was so in love with Chandler....what
she had done had been when she was drunk....it hadn't
meant anything, she thought as Chandler took their
glasses of champagne and blew out the candles.
"Oh....oh Richard!!!" Monica screamed. Chandler pushed
her body off of him.
"WHAT the HELL did you just say???" Chandler yelled.
He had a look of fury on his face.
"Um....I said....oh....oh....Bitch....herd? Like....a herd of female
dogs? Um you know, because their master uh....controls
them and....baby, tie me down and dominate me...." Monica
said. Wow, that was the worst lie you've ever told,
she though to herself.
"Oh. Ok." Chandler said. He didn't believe her, but
he could handle this tomorrow. Monica wasn't gonna be
the only one getting satisfaction, he hadn't gotten
any from her for like, 20 years it seemed. He pulled
her back on top of him and got back to work.