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This is a C&M fic. Chandler and Monica have been married for 14 years.
They have a 14 year old daughter, a 9 year old son, and a 6 year old
daughter. There names are (in order from oldest to youngest) Molly, Matt,
and Hallie. Rachel and Ross are married and have a daughter named Emma who
is 4 years old. Phoebe and Joey are dating. Joey and Phoebe live in
apartment 19 and Ross and Rachel live across the hall in apartment 20.
Monica and Chandler live a little bit away from the city in a medium sized
2-story house. Matt and Hallie have their own rooms on the second floor.
Monica and Chandler have their room on the first floor, the biggest
bedroom. Then there was the guest bedroom on the first floor also. Molly
was stuck with a room in the basement. Actually she made the whole
basement hers.
V/O- People would think that I have the perfect life. But thats on the outside. (cut to kitchen table where the family is eating) You won't find me at that table. I lost supper and had to go to bed early because I got a B on a Spanish test.
Flashback ~ Earlier that day "Mom I did my best!" Molly shouted at her mother. Molly had just gotten home from school. When her mom asked what she had gotten on her Spanish test. Molly told her a B. Thats when it started. School was mostly easy for her but not Spanish. She had a lot of trouble with Spanish. Molly was a freshman. She had a good amount of friends, but no one really knew the true her. The hurt one, the scared one, the confused one. She tried her best to please her mom but nothing worked. She had never given up in the past, but that was until today.
Present Molly picks up the phone. "Uncle Joe....?" "Yea? Mol is that you? What's wrong?" "Uncle Joe, can you call Aunt Rach and come over?" "Why?" "I really don't wanna explain over the phone." "Okay hon, just hang in we're be right there." "Thanks." Molly hangs up the phone and walks to a chair that is under the kitchen where the family minus her is eating.
I listened harder when I heard my mom say something. I inhaled sharpely seconds later. She was gonna have another kid. Matt and Hallie are bad enough but now another kid. Tears fall down my cheecks and I don't do anything to stop them. I can't believe they never told me.
V/O - (Molly) I have never done anything wrong yet here I am constantly getting
yelled at....I would never hurt my family but apparentally they don't feel
the same way......
[Intro]
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones - there you go
Yeah.. yo, yo
[Eminem]
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have; I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid that's behind
all this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's explodin
Tempers flarin from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin
Not takin nothin from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin
Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the evenin
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
[Chorus: Eminem]
I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet
[Eminem]
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
and I don't know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73
before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes
but I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cuz I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
witnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin that someone's always goin throuh her purse and shit's missin
Goin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony
And Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song - keep tellin yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch; I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be!
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
I cry as the song plays. I have it blasted as loud as my stero will go, which is pretty loud. I'm positive that you can hear it upstairs but right now I could care less. I put on my boxing gloves and start getting my anger out on the punching bag waiting for my aunt and maybe uncle to come. I have the song on repeat so it keeps playing over and over again. Ten minutes go by and I've been beating the hell out of the bag. I'm so angry right now that if I even saw my mom, I don't know what I would do. They never even bothered to tell me..... There's a knock at the door...oh god I hope that its not mom or dad. "MOLLY!!!!!!!! I'M COMING DOWN!!!" When I heard his voice I punched the bag again. Even hearing his voice drove me insane anymore. Why I don't know. "What do you want?" "Turn down that music NOW!!!" I walked closer to him till I was right up in his face. "Fuck off." I told him before walking back over to my stero and putting the bass on high so that the whole basement was vibrating. I could see that my dad was steamed and it just fueled my anger that he could be mad at me. "What the hell is the matter with you kid? Do you have no common sense at all?" "Don't know. You never taught me anything." "How dare you." He walked meancingly towards me and I didn't back away. I saw his arm go up and I ducked, he missed by a mile. "Can't even fight can you dad?" Neither my dad nor I knew that my mom had walked down and was watching the whole thing. My dad swung again and missed. "Damn dad you suck." "Why are you acting this way huh?" he asked as he walked closer. "Care to tell me about mom? Or wait you only tell the 2 angels.." "How dare you." "Stop right now." Both my dad and myself looked up. I was expecting to see either Aunt Rach or Uncle Ross. But who was there suprised me the most. It was Joey. My Uncle Joey had always been there for me , but then he had to move away because of his career and I hadn't seen him since. He was always writing to me telling me how his newest movie was coming along and telling me to keep at it. He was my dad's best friend so it surpised me what happened next. "Chandler, I can't believe that you would do that to you daughter." My dad got mad again real mad. "Joey how would you know...she's my daughter." I finally spoke up. Not out of anger but out of years of pain and sorrow caused by my parents. "Sure doesn't look like it from my end dad." For once I caught him offguard. Uncle Joey walked over and stood besides me. At that moment it all became to much for me and I began crying into my uncle's shoulder as he spoke the words I had never spoke. "Dude whatever happened to you and Mon? Monica loves kids...does she not even love her own daughter?" My dad's anger seemed to disappear and that angered me. "How could you do this to me?" I asked. You're my parents yet tou don't even know anyting about me. You have no idea all the pain that you cause me. What's wrong with me? Huh? I try everything I can to be a good kid so that maybe my parents will talk to me, but no, never." Rachel had walked in and I ran to her clutching onto her for my life. Uncle Joey however was not about to give up on me. It shocked me that someone could care so much about me. That was the only love that I ever knew. "Joey why don't you guys go upstairs. Molly needs some time." Aunt Rachel said. "Yea. Come on Chandler." My dad started walking towards me and I clung tighter to my aunt. "Don't let him near me." I wimpered. "Chandler please." "Rachel she is my daugher." I could see my aunt look pleadingly at Joey and Joey knew what he had to do although he didn't seem like he wanted to do it. He took my dad by the arm and dragged him screaming and ranting the entire way up. When he was gone and the door was shut I collapsed onto the floor. My entire body felt like lead. "Honey let me call Phoebe okay?" I nodded unable to speak. It was all just to much. Here I was a 14 year old girl, who should be having fun with friends, crying on the floor totally depending on my aunts and uncles to take care of me instead of my parents.
V/O- People would think that I have the perfect life. But thats on the outside. (cut to kitchen table where the family is eating) You won't find me at that table. I lost supper and had to go to bed early because I got a B on a Spanish test.
Flashback ~ Earlier that day "Mom I did my best!" Molly shouted at her mother. Molly had just gotten home from school. When her mom asked what she had gotten on her Spanish test. Molly told her a B. Thats when it started. School was mostly easy for her but not Spanish. She had a lot of trouble with Spanish. Molly was a freshman. She had a good amount of friends, but no one really knew the true her. The hurt one, the scared one, the confused one. She tried her best to please her mom but nothing worked. She had never given up in the past, but that was until today.
Present Molly picks up the phone. "Uncle Joe....?" "Yea? Mol is that you? What's wrong?" "Uncle Joe, can you call Aunt Rach and come over?" "Why?" "I really don't wanna explain over the phone." "Okay hon, just hang in we're be right there." "Thanks." Molly hangs up the phone and walks to a chair that is under the kitchen where the family minus her is eating.
I listened harder when I heard my mom say something. I inhaled sharpely seconds later. She was gonna have another kid. Matt and Hallie are bad enough but now another kid. Tears fall down my cheecks and I don't do anything to stop them. I can't believe they never told me.
V/O - (Molly) I have never done anything wrong yet here I am constantly getting
yelled at....I would never hurt my family but apparentally they don't feel
the same way......
[Intro]
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones - there you go
Yeah.. yo, yo
[Eminem]
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have; I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid that's behind
all this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's explodin
Tempers flarin from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin
Not takin nothin from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin
Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the evenin
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
[Chorus: Eminem]
I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet
[Eminem]
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
and I don't know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73
before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes
but I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cuz I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
witnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin that someone's always goin throuh her purse and shit's missin
Goin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony
And Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song - keep tellin yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch; I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be!
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
I cry as the song plays. I have it blasted as loud as my stero will go, which is pretty loud. I'm positive that you can hear it upstairs but right now I could care less. I put on my boxing gloves and start getting my anger out on the punching bag waiting for my aunt and maybe uncle to come. I have the song on repeat so it keeps playing over and over again. Ten minutes go by and I've been beating the hell out of the bag. I'm so angry right now that if I even saw my mom, I don't know what I would do. They never even bothered to tell me..... There's a knock at the door...oh god I hope that its not mom or dad. "MOLLY!!!!!!!! I'M COMING DOWN!!!" When I heard his voice I punched the bag again. Even hearing his voice drove me insane anymore. Why I don't know. "What do you want?" "Turn down that music NOW!!!" I walked closer to him till I was right up in his face. "Fuck off." I told him before walking back over to my stero and putting the bass on high so that the whole basement was vibrating. I could see that my dad was steamed and it just fueled my anger that he could be mad at me. "What the hell is the matter with you kid? Do you have no common sense at all?" "Don't know. You never taught me anything." "How dare you." He walked meancingly towards me and I didn't back away. I saw his arm go up and I ducked, he missed by a mile. "Can't even fight can you dad?" Neither my dad nor I knew that my mom had walked down and was watching the whole thing. My dad swung again and missed. "Damn dad you suck." "Why are you acting this way huh?" he asked as he walked closer. "Care to tell me about mom? Or wait you only tell the 2 angels.." "How dare you." "Stop right now." Both my dad and myself looked up. I was expecting to see either Aunt Rach or Uncle Ross. But who was there suprised me the most. It was Joey. My Uncle Joey had always been there for me , but then he had to move away because of his career and I hadn't seen him since. He was always writing to me telling me how his newest movie was coming along and telling me to keep at it. He was my dad's best friend so it surpised me what happened next. "Chandler, I can't believe that you would do that to you daughter." My dad got mad again real mad. "Joey how would you know...she's my daughter." I finally spoke up. Not out of anger but out of years of pain and sorrow caused by my parents. "Sure doesn't look like it from my end dad." For once I caught him offguard. Uncle Joey walked over and stood besides me. At that moment it all became to much for me and I began crying into my uncle's shoulder as he spoke the words I had never spoke. "Dude whatever happened to you and Mon? Monica loves kids...does she not even love her own daughter?" My dad's anger seemed to disappear and that angered me. "How could you do this to me?" I asked. You're my parents yet tou don't even know anyting about me. You have no idea all the pain that you cause me. What's wrong with me? Huh? I try everything I can to be a good kid so that maybe my parents will talk to me, but no, never." Rachel had walked in and I ran to her clutching onto her for my life. Uncle Joey however was not about to give up on me. It shocked me that someone could care so much about me. That was the only love that I ever knew. "Joey why don't you guys go upstairs. Molly needs some time." Aunt Rachel said. "Yea. Come on Chandler." My dad started walking towards me and I clung tighter to my aunt. "Don't let him near me." I wimpered. "Chandler please." "Rachel she is my daugher." I could see my aunt look pleadingly at Joey and Joey knew what he had to do although he didn't seem like he wanted to do it. He took my dad by the arm and dragged him screaming and ranting the entire way up. When he was gone and the door was shut I collapsed onto the floor. My entire body felt like lead. "Honey let me call Phoebe okay?" I nodded unable to speak. It was all just to much. Here I was a 14 year old girl, who should be having fun with friends, crying on the floor totally depending on my aunts and uncles to take care of me instead of my parents.