A/N: Thanks for the great reviews! I've been delaying this because of
midterms and stuff anyway.Chapter 13! This is more action with the car
chase and stuff.
Oh yeah, I don't know much about Long Island's land but I am assuming that
it's not all city and that there are some forests?
Disclaimer: Isn't it a major human rights violation to own a person? Seriously, though- What is up with that?
~*~
Speeding down the black tar road, Steve could barely control his body. His hands seemed to lose feeling as he aimlessly threw the steering wheel in random directions, just trying to escape. Running through a red light, Frank nearly passed out at their current speed.
"Follow that car!" shouted Office Pollock, who had by now switched onto a motorcycle, which was much easier to maneuver, and certainly smoother to follow someone with.
Steve knew it was useless to continue like this, he needed a plan to lose the three cars and two Hurley's behind him. As he started to approach a more tree covered area, he had an idea. Zooming off the road he made his way through some bushes and into a small forest, knocking off his side-view mirror in the process.
"Damn," Steve said aloud, then thought about how he should not even be in this mess. After all, Frank was the guilty one.
"Oh God, the cops followed us into the forest!" screamed Frank.
Steve had no time to respond, for he was too busy trying not to crash into any trees. Meanwhile, Pollock, still on a bike, had a megaphone and started shouting through it for the two to stop.
"Stop! You will never escape in time so you might as well surrender!" Pollock managed to get out as he dodged between shrubs and stumps, dropping the megaphone in the process.
Officer Cooper, also in the chase, had another megaphone. The difference between he and Pollock, was that he knew a little more about the area and what lay ahead.
"If you want to die, keep driving!" Cooper shouted, "Just a little ahead the forest will let out, and there will be nothing more! You will drive off a steep cliff about one hundred feet in the air and dive into the bay!"
The thing that happened next was very unfortunate for some, yet very fortunate for others.
~*~
Monica arrived at the hospital, more excited then ever that she finally could talk to Chandler. She had been up all night, too busy thinking to sleep. Chandler had asked her to marry him someday and she did not know what to answer him with. That upset her even more. How could she not know immediately what she wanted?
This made Chandler doubt her love for him and probably gave him false hope. Just the fact that she had to think it over scared Chandler, it scared him more then anything in the world, even Frank.
"Hey, honey!" Monica announced, walking into the room.
"Hey," he answered.
"You're looking better," she told him, planting a kiss on his forehead.
"I feel a little better, each day seems easier, but my bones still ache and right now I have this raging headache," Chandler admitted, rubbing his temples.
"I'm sorry to hear that"
An uncomfortable silence ensued as they both thought about the same thing, neither one of them wanting to start the conversation.
"So, umm, I thought about what we, you know, talked about yesterday, and um, I made a decision."
'This is it' Chandler feared his raging headache would get worse if she declined his offer and he did not know if he could handle it.
"I knew I was scared of Frank ruining our relationship," she began, "but then I figured, he's already tried twice, and failed, and I still love you just as much as ever. Then I thought about how he would go to jail and be out of our lives, but then I figured he would be out in a year or two just as evil as before. Now I realize that every relationship comes with the tough stuff and you just have to deal with it. We, unfortunately, will have a lot to deal with as long as Mr. Thompson is around. But the only thing that matters is that I love you more than anything, and I cannot, ever, imagine my life without you. I thought about how I am just a kid too, so I have a proposition for you."
"Yeah?" asked a very worried Chandler.
"Well, there is no doubt in my mind that I want to marry you, Chandler Bing. But-"
'There is always a but' he thought.
"I am too young to plan my future so far in advance, so this is what I think we should do; we should finish school first, or at least, you should finish school first, and get a good job, then if we still want to, we will get married" she quickly added, "but once again there is no doubt that I WILL want to marry you, because I love you."
Chandler breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't total rejection
"Great!" he said, and then leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a small, velvet box.
"Oh my God!"
"I figured I should do it right. Monica Geller, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" she squealed, loudly, as he slipped it onto her finger.
"How did you, when did you, what, how?"
"I had Joey get me a ring catalog from this jewelry store and then I picked it out and he bought it for me and brought it over this morning." Chandler admitted with a smile, "Do you like it?"
"Oh Chandler, I love it!"
"Good, I hoped you would," he said smiling, but then quickly lost that grin.
"What's wrong" she asked, noting the sudden change in his face.
"I was just thinking about Frank, and what he might do next, I mean, I know he'll get into trouble with the law but he'll be back. There is no stopping it, he will return. And I guess, I guess, I'm just scared."
Monica wished she could tell him not to worry but she could not be sure herself whether or not Frank would try to strike again. He drove into Chandler, tried to rape her, who knows what his evil mind was conjuring up right now?
If only she knew.
~*~
"Steve?" asked Frank.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"This is it." Frank said.
"I know, this is it."
~*~
You all probably know what 'it' is don't you? Well you won't know for sure unless you review!! I have planned out the rest of the story and it should be three more chapters and maybe an epilogue? It depends if you're not sick of this story, or if you will be by then. But just so you know, I do know exactly what I want in this story and I have it planned out so if you don't want me to do it then I won't.
Disclaimer: Isn't it a major human rights violation to own a person? Seriously, though- What is up with that?
~*~
Speeding down the black tar road, Steve could barely control his body. His hands seemed to lose feeling as he aimlessly threw the steering wheel in random directions, just trying to escape. Running through a red light, Frank nearly passed out at their current speed.
"Follow that car!" shouted Office Pollock, who had by now switched onto a motorcycle, which was much easier to maneuver, and certainly smoother to follow someone with.
Steve knew it was useless to continue like this, he needed a plan to lose the three cars and two Hurley's behind him. As he started to approach a more tree covered area, he had an idea. Zooming off the road he made his way through some bushes and into a small forest, knocking off his side-view mirror in the process.
"Damn," Steve said aloud, then thought about how he should not even be in this mess. After all, Frank was the guilty one.
"Oh God, the cops followed us into the forest!" screamed Frank.
Steve had no time to respond, for he was too busy trying not to crash into any trees. Meanwhile, Pollock, still on a bike, had a megaphone and started shouting through it for the two to stop.
"Stop! You will never escape in time so you might as well surrender!" Pollock managed to get out as he dodged between shrubs and stumps, dropping the megaphone in the process.
Officer Cooper, also in the chase, had another megaphone. The difference between he and Pollock, was that he knew a little more about the area and what lay ahead.
"If you want to die, keep driving!" Cooper shouted, "Just a little ahead the forest will let out, and there will be nothing more! You will drive off a steep cliff about one hundred feet in the air and dive into the bay!"
The thing that happened next was very unfortunate for some, yet very fortunate for others.
~*~
Monica arrived at the hospital, more excited then ever that she finally could talk to Chandler. She had been up all night, too busy thinking to sleep. Chandler had asked her to marry him someday and she did not know what to answer him with. That upset her even more. How could she not know immediately what she wanted?
This made Chandler doubt her love for him and probably gave him false hope. Just the fact that she had to think it over scared Chandler, it scared him more then anything in the world, even Frank.
"Hey, honey!" Monica announced, walking into the room.
"Hey," he answered.
"You're looking better," she told him, planting a kiss on his forehead.
"I feel a little better, each day seems easier, but my bones still ache and right now I have this raging headache," Chandler admitted, rubbing his temples.
"I'm sorry to hear that"
An uncomfortable silence ensued as they both thought about the same thing, neither one of them wanting to start the conversation.
"So, umm, I thought about what we, you know, talked about yesterday, and um, I made a decision."
'This is it' Chandler feared his raging headache would get worse if she declined his offer and he did not know if he could handle it.
"I knew I was scared of Frank ruining our relationship," she began, "but then I figured, he's already tried twice, and failed, and I still love you just as much as ever. Then I thought about how he would go to jail and be out of our lives, but then I figured he would be out in a year or two just as evil as before. Now I realize that every relationship comes with the tough stuff and you just have to deal with it. We, unfortunately, will have a lot to deal with as long as Mr. Thompson is around. But the only thing that matters is that I love you more than anything, and I cannot, ever, imagine my life without you. I thought about how I am just a kid too, so I have a proposition for you."
"Yeah?" asked a very worried Chandler.
"Well, there is no doubt in my mind that I want to marry you, Chandler Bing. But-"
'There is always a but' he thought.
"I am too young to plan my future so far in advance, so this is what I think we should do; we should finish school first, or at least, you should finish school first, and get a good job, then if we still want to, we will get married" she quickly added, "but once again there is no doubt that I WILL want to marry you, because I love you."
Chandler breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't total rejection
"Great!" he said, and then leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a small, velvet box.
"Oh my God!"
"I figured I should do it right. Monica Geller, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" she squealed, loudly, as he slipped it onto her finger.
"How did you, when did you, what, how?"
"I had Joey get me a ring catalog from this jewelry store and then I picked it out and he bought it for me and brought it over this morning." Chandler admitted with a smile, "Do you like it?"
"Oh Chandler, I love it!"
"Good, I hoped you would," he said smiling, but then quickly lost that grin.
"What's wrong" she asked, noting the sudden change in his face.
"I was just thinking about Frank, and what he might do next, I mean, I know he'll get into trouble with the law but he'll be back. There is no stopping it, he will return. And I guess, I guess, I'm just scared."
Monica wished she could tell him not to worry but she could not be sure herself whether or not Frank would try to strike again. He drove into Chandler, tried to rape her, who knows what his evil mind was conjuring up right now?
If only she knew.
~*~
"Steve?" asked Frank.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"This is it." Frank said.
"I know, this is it."
~*~
You all probably know what 'it' is don't you? Well you won't know for sure unless you review!! I have planned out the rest of the story and it should be three more chapters and maybe an epilogue? It depends if you're not sick of this story, or if you will be by then. But just so you know, I do know exactly what I want in this story and I have it planned out so if you don't want me to do it then I won't.
