Here's the second chapter! If there's anything in the flashback that confuses you then blame Tina coz she checked it for me ;-) (Only joking sweetie thanks for helping, needed to make sure I didn't wink down a cab lol) But I do have to thank her for all her help :-), Thanks sweetie.

The flashback might be a little graphic, but not in a bad way, just to warn you.

Please leave a review, I need to have your opinions of this to see whether it's worth continuing or not. I think it is and I know Tina might kill me if I don't but I do have a lot of coursework I should be doing instead lol.

Enjoy!

Monica shuddered as another wave of sadness came over her. It had been three days since Chandler had been arrested. She had been questioned for hours and hours but she had not been allowed to see Chandler, or even told where her husband was.

'Monica?' Phoebe asked timidly, poking her head through the gap in the door to see her friend. Monica couldn't go back to her apartment, it was still a crime scene. Phoebe's place was the only place she could go to, Ross and Rachel, and especially Joey's were too close, and had one flaw, men. Even though they were her brother and best friend they still intimidated her.

After the attack six months ago she hadn't let them near her, not for the first two months, it took a little while for her to want anyone but her loving husband in the room with her. But gradually she let them get closer.

'Do you want anything to eat hunny?' Phoebe asked. Monica shook her head silently, not even looking up. 'But you have to eat something, you haven't eaten anything since you got here.' Phoebe's voice showed the worry she was feeling for her friend. Monica had always been slim, but after the attack she had stopped eating as well. Chandler begged her from time to time, and some of those times she complied, only to put Chandler at ease.

'I don't want any food thankyou.' Monica whispered. Phoebe felt at a loss for her friend, but she knew it would do no good to pursue with it.

'Ok then, if there's anything you want just ask ok?' Phoebe told her and quietly left the room.

Monica buried her face in to the pillow as tears flowed from her eyes. She tried to block out the thoughts that came to the front of her mind, Chandler in prison, being carried away by the police, their perfect night being ruined. The thoughts would not be blocked out and instead took her back to the night that started all of this six months ago.

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'Ok sweetie, see you in about half an hour.' Monica said smiling as she talked to her husband through her cell phone. She had just finish the late shift at work and was walking back to the car she had parked behind the restaurant. Everyone else had left five minutes earlier but she had to finished the dates on the dairy products.

'Ok just promise me you wont walk through that alley ok?' Chandler's worried voice replied to her. Monica smiled and made that promise as she walked past the darkened alleyway. Sure it was a faster way to the car but Chandler had told her how worried it made him to think of the danger she was putting herself in going that way.

With no warning she felt a pair of strong arms grab her from behind and drag her in to that blackened alleyway. With a scream that rang in to the night Monica felt the phone get knocked from her hand and shatter when it hit the floor.

'Shit.' A rough voice behind her hissed. Her mouth was covered by a gloved hand, her senses heightening as her sight was cut off from the absence of light in the dark walkway. She could feel the hot breath of her assailant on her bare neck, the itchiness of the coarse gloves on her face and arms. His breath was coming out in short, harsh pants. The sound was mixed in with her muffled whimpers and rapid, panicked breathing.

She was called freakishly strong but there was no way of fighting off the attacker. He held her forcefully in his arms as he pushed her against the wall. Her eyes only just began to focus slightly in the dark, making out a dark shape in front of her.

Tears began to escape her moist eyes as she felt the man twist the way he was holding her. He grasped both her wrists in one large, strong hand, the other began to make it's way down her body. She felt two different feelings just then, the cold metal of a sharp object, and the pain when it scraped across her bare flesh on her arm.

He was holding a knife.

'Sorry sweetness, did that hurt? Well it will hurt much more if you keep squirming like this.' His rough voice told her. She whimpered, almost silenced by his lips as they came in contact with hers. They were chapped and forceful in the way they moved. Nothing in comparison to Chandler soft, gentle lips. His slimy tongue wiggled it's way in to her mouth and she had a hard time stopping herself from gagging.

His hand was now running freely around Monica's body as she continued to wriggle, trying her best to get away from him. She felt the coldness of the autumn night fall on to her stomach and chest as her shirt was ripped from her body in one smooth action. She shuddered from the sickening feeling as he ran his hands over her chest, making quick work of removing her cotton bra.

She tried her very best to block out the rest, but her cruel subconscious took it all in .The feeling of revulsion and disgust as he invaded her body. The safeness she once felt leaving her for what she thought would be forever. His hand wandering over her naked body and to places that were way beyond his station to do so.

She chocked out sobs that were still barely audible and shook violently as he finished his job, the warm feeling inside her nothing new, but now so dirty and vile that she gagged again.

He threw her to the ground as he released her from his repulsive grasp. She lay half undressed on the cold damp floor, relishing in the contrasting feel of it to her attackers.

A pain in her shoulder cried out as she was kicked on to her front, exposing her body to him once more. The pain in her shoulder subdued to nothing as an even greater one took over her body.

It was a pain so intense it was almost impossible to locate at first. She screamed out in agony as she heard him begin to escape from the crime scene. She lay on her side, too weakened and in to much pain and anguish to move, not even noticing when sirens rang out, coming closer and closer to her.

The pain in her abdomen grew so intense it was only a matter of seconds after she heard the sweet, almost angelic under the circumstances, voice of her husband.  She had the wonderful feeling of his gentle touch before passing out in to a world of darkness blacker than the alleyway.

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Monica sobbed as she ran a finger lightly over the scar on her abdomen. Their baby, their precious unborn baby had been murdered. They had no chance to be happy about the life that had once lived, if even for a short time, inside Monica. The life they had tried hard to create.

They had been told it would never happen. And until she was laying in the hospital room, having been stitched up and connected to countless tubes to keep her stable after being stabbed by that man, that she even knew. The discussion was still fresh in her mind.

'Mrs. Bing, everything seems to be fine with you now, in a few days you should be able to go home and in a few weeks your wound will be fully healed. Counselling will be available of course. But I'm afraid I have some bad news.' The doctor said to Monica as she lay in the cold white hospital bed. Chandler frowned and sat closer to his wife, holding on to her hand tighter. He had not left her side since she had come back from being treated. He was relieved that she was alive and would let him near her after the assault.

'Bad news?' He asked timidly. Even the doctor looked sad.

'I'm afraid that your baby didn't survive.'

No-one said anything for almost a minute. The silence being almost deafening.

'There has to be a mistake.' Monica said shakily at last. 'We cant get pregnant, the doctors said it would be a long shot if we did.'

'I'm very sorry, but there has been no mistake.' He said and quietly left the room to leave the couple alone with this new discovery.

Monica hugged the pillow tighter to her, only wishing it was Chandler with her again. Six weeks, that's how old their baby was when it was murdered. She hated that feeling. She hated everything about that night, and the following day. She hated the devastated look in Chandler's face when he had heard.

But little did her memory of that night know that that was the exact moment he had sworn that if he were to ever meet that bastard that raped his wife and murdered their child, he would kill him.

Ok that's the second chapter done, please leave a review, if I don't get a lot then I wont continue coz no-ones reading and I have a lot of work to do. So if you want to know if Chandler is set to rot in jail forever more then leave a review, it'll only take a couple of seconds J

Oh and if anyone can think of a better summary then please suggest it! I'm rubbish with summaries lol.