Wow I'm sorry this one got delayed, with the Christmas rush and everything I've been queuing up in Argos for my dads present since last Tuesday!
Ok I've actually had this written up for a week but I forgot to post it, so I think we owe a big thank you to Monnie Geller who reminded me with her review. And of course Tina who never lets me rest! So anyway thanks you guys!
Enjoy and have a very Merry Christmas, a happy Chanukah and a good whatever else you celebrate!!!! Oh and a happy new year as well ;)
'Then what happened?' Mike asked. He needed the rest of the information of that night from Monica in order to get a correct statement. So far Monica had only been able to tell the events of that night up until the important events.
'Then Chandler spilt some wine on his shirt and I told him to go and clean it off while I got it out of the table cloth.' Monica told him. This was about as far as she could go. She hugged her knees tighter and wrapped the blanket even tighter around herself.
This had to be the weirdest place Mike had ever been given a witness statement before. Monica had just collapsed in to bed as soon as they had gotten back from the prison visit. She had stayed there since, refusing to eat the lunch they had brought back with them.
Now Phoebe was sitting besides her as she hugged her knees tightly, trying to close herself up.
'Then as I was about to call Chandler back the door slammed open. I dropped the other glass of wine over the food.' Monica said absent minded, amazed at how much she could remember.
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'Hello Beautiful.' The man sneered as he walked in to the kitchen. Monica gasped and shrank away from him. It may have been pitch black that night six months ago but that one glance she had of his face as he ran off under the streetlights was enough for her to remember a life time.
'Chandler!' Monica screamed as loud as she could. The intruder grabbed a hold of her, wrapping a large arm around her skinny frame, the other pressed against her mouth.
Chandler ran out of the bathroom looking for what was making Monica scream. As soon as he saw the man holding his wife his anger flared up inside of him.
'Put her down!' He yelled, his voice more vicious then Monica had ever heard. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?'
'Revisiting an old friend if you don't mind. I think the last time we met was about six months ago.' The man laughed. Monica shuddered from revulsion as his hand came away from her mouth and down to her breast. She sobbed and tried her best to get away but he was too strong for her.
'Put her down!' Chandler demanded thought gritted teeth advancing towards him. The intruder back away, dragging Monica with him.
'Or what?' He encouraged. He fiercely pushed Monica away from him, knocking her in to the table. He walked back up to Chandler staring him right in the eyes as if to demand an answer.
As Monica made a dash for the phone the first punch was thrown by Chandler at the intruder, who instantly fell to the ground. As he looked up he saw Monica dialling the phone with trembling hands, he got up and knocked the phone to the floor, pushing her on to the couch with such force it tipped backwards.
What happened next was a blur to Monica as her husband and the intruder fought. Monica tried again to ring the police but the phone had been broken. There was a loud yell and Monica turned around to see the intruder raise the lampshade and bring it down on Chandlers head. Monica screamed as Chandler fell to the ground and didn't get back up.
This time the anger flared up inside Monica and she lunged herself over the devastation of her living room and started hitting the intruder as hard as she could, angry sobs racking her body, turning in to a frustrated yell as he effortlessly grabbed her arms and dragged her over to the kitchen.
He lay her down on the floor and climbed on top of her. Even though she was struggling as hard as she could he was still stronger then her. Memories of that night six months ago flashed back at her and tears ran down her flushed face.
'you've gotten way too skinny now beautiful.' Then man on top of her ridiculed. 'Not like the first time we met, no last time you just looked like a good fuck, so good in fact I had to come back for more.' He started ripping off her dress, revealing her new silk bra and panties that were intended for Chandler that night. 'It weren't that hard ever seeing as I knew where you worked.' He kissed all the way up her neck as he unzipped his pants and moved closer to her legs as he spread them apart to accommodate his. 'now then we both know-'
His repulsive voice was cut off sharply and he was sent flying to the side. Monica looked up and saw Chandler standing over her, the bottle of wine in his hands. The intruder got up once more and came towards Chandler, but this time he was ready.
He picked up the knife from the sink and plunged it deep in to the intruders chest.
As the intruder fell lifelessly to the ground Chandler grabbed the knife back, ready to use it again if he needed.
It was only thirty seconds later that the police burst through the door and saw Chandler standing breathlessly over a dead man, a bloody knife in his trembling hands.