Chapter 20
Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends
A/N: I can't believe it's taken me this long to get you guys a new chapter, I can only apologise again and hope you're all still reading!
Vanessa: I'll email you tomorrow at work...I haven't forgotten you hon' :o) x
Remember the review!!! :o)
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Rachel sat in silence, her weary head in her trembling hands, tears staining her skin as they ran down the length of her fingers, onto the white plastic dining room table that she had been seated at since she had hastily removed herself from Ross' dorm room.
She could hear the distant chirps of the birds on the outside lawn through the occasional sob's, which broke free from her lips as she fought for composure.
Last night had been the worst night of her life so far, and she couldn't take her mind away from it, no matter how hard she tried to fight off the pain it had caused, it was still there, at the forefront of her brain. Her mind flitted back and forth over the events of the last 24 hours, one minute she could see Jason's pleading face, turning to that of frustrated rage, as his arms grabbed out for her, his fingers painfully twisting around her wrists. It was all a distant memory now, but somehow she could still feel the agony of his touch, on her arms, and in her heart. The bruises were visible on both.
How could she still love someone so cruel, so self righteous that they didn't care about hurting another persons feelings, the feelings of someone they were supposed to be in love with.
She pondered her own question for a moment, stretching her brain to find a logical answer, which it wouldn't, couldn't find. She could see no reasoning behind what was panging in her heart, other than love was truly blind.
Her mind quickly wandered off to Ross, sweet precious Ross, the caring affectionate geek who would jump off the empire state building at her request, just to make her happy. Ross, the only guy who showered her with the affection she craved for, but could never return for fear of people's reaction. Ross, the gentle soul with whom she had just made love.
It hadn't been the animal sex she was used to with Jason; it had been different in so many ways. It didn't feel forceful for a start; it was tender and loving, with feelings; feelings like she had never felt before.
Her heart was torn in two, ripped apart by love and hate, jealousy and fear, resentment and self-loathing. Never before had she felt so screwed up. She was Rachel Karen Greene! Prom queen, head cheer leader and daddies little princess! Shit like this didn't happen to people like her! She was the most envied, sought after girl in school. Her dad had more money that Rockefeller, but no amount of little green dollar bills could by a replacement for her broken heart, or a solution to her problems.
This one she had to figure out alone, with no help from Daddy or anyone else. This was her choice...Ross or Jason.
~*~
In his room less than 5 feet away Ross was pondering the same questions. His heart shattered in two, he lay in bed, in the same position in which he had held Rachel in his arms, but now they were cold, empty and lonely...just like how he was feeling right at that moment.
Tiny droplets of water fell freely from his mournful eyes onto the bed sheets he clung to in frustration as he thought back to those amazing few hours where he had been able to hold the women he loved, the hors where his most sought after dreams had become reality.
He had felt like the luckiest man alive for that split second where she was his, and only his. There was no Jason to share her with, only themselves in there own little world, where nothing else mattered. Bt now she was gone, and with her she had taken his last bit of hope.
Deep down he knew she would run back into the arms of Jason the first chance she got, as much as he prayed she would throw herself back through his bedroom door and declare her undying love for him he knew it was never going to happen. He knew Rachel better than she knew herself after years of studying her ever waking move, and he knew she was yet again about to set herself up for a fall.
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"Tony! Open the door!" Jack nervously pounded on the front door of his "friend" and former business partner.
He didn't have to wait long. The door flung ajar, bouncing back slightly towards Tony due to the speed and force in which it had been thrown open.
No words left his mouth as he stared at Jack briefly before turning his back to him. No words were needed, Tony knew exactly why he was there. After all, it had been himself that had requested Jack's presence at that specific time.
Thanks to Jack Tony now knew where Phoebe was hiding out, and with all the determination in the world he was adamant he was going to find her and bring her home, back to were she should rightfully be, working for him bringing in the pennies.
"So what's the plan of action then?" Jack wrung his hands nervously, uncomfortably fidgeting under Tony's glare. Jack was no push over, he was far front it in fact. No man in his right mind would have messed with him, his huge weighted frame was enough of a visual deterrent, but somehow weasley, slime ball Tony intimidated him into a shaking, stuttering wreck.
Tony was no ordinary man...he was a low life bully who cared about no other human on earth other than himself, although he tried hard to convince anyone who would listen that he loved the girls that worked with him, and that he treated them with respect, Jack knew different. He had lost count of the amount of times he had been awoken in the early hours of the morning by a phone call from his former business associate pleading for help to hide the body of yet another poor defenceless girl he had beaten the life out of when his temper had gotten the better of him and taken control of his fists.
As much as it killed him to aide Tony in his cover-ups he really had no other option. Tony knew too much about him...every dodgy deal he done, every client he had conned and every occasion he had cheated on his wife with other women.
Tony could ruin him and he used this little fact to his own advantage. There was no way Jack was risking losing his business, clients, wife and kids, no matter how much he harboured he would have to comply with what ever Tony asked him to do...no matter what that entailed.
"Of course I have a plan! We're going to drive up to that damn campus and get that bitch back! I've already lost too much money because of her little escapade and I refuse to lose any more! Enough is enough!"
"But what if we can't find her? She may have moved on?"
"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Tony paused in mid pace, his eyes suddenly bulging from the sockets.
Jack swallowed down hard like he had a lump in his throat and he didn't make an attempt to answer the question he was being asked.
"Of course we're going to find her! He slammed his fist forcefully into the solid wooden table beside him, not once flinching at the pain that he was obviously feeling.
"Unless you've been lying and you haven't really seen her at NYu at all" He made a grab for jacks collar, resting his hands forcefully down on his shoulders, getting too close to his neck for comfort.
"No, no, I swear im not lying, that's not what I meant by my comment at all, I saw her when..." Jack choked over his words as he lost his cool.
"Good! 'Cause if I find out your lying to me... well I don't think I'll need to tell you what'll happen! You can kiss you away your big house on the island and your happy family life for a start!"
Jack nodded so hard it looked like his head would loosen itself from his neck.
"Ok, now that's settled lets get a move on! Its time to get my little Pheebs back and teach her a lesson she will never forget. No one screws me over and gets away with it!"
He said it and he meant it. She wasn't getting away lightly.
~*~
"Hey Joey, can you pass me that book on ancient cooking methods that's sitting on the desk over there?" Monica didn't lift her eyes once from the pad of paper that she was erratically scribbling on. The only movement that came from her was the occasional crossing and uncrossing of her legs as she tried in vain to get into a comfortable position on the hard mattressed bed.
She sniffed in a few times and lifted her head for the first time in hours.
"Joe, I wish you wouldn't smoke in my room, you know how much I hate it. It stings my eyes and I'm trying to read up on last terms course work for the big exam at the start of the new semester!"
"I'm sorry sweetie, I'll open the window. I really don't know why you're bothering with all that studying though. You're on vacation from school! Have fun!" He sat the requested book on her bed while trying to refrain from getting any more smoke in her eyes.
She gave him an unappreciative glare before returning her head down to her notes.
He ignored her, making no more comment and walked towards the large glass pane next to her bookcase. He unbolted it and threw it wide open, sticking his head as far threw it as he possibly could so as not to disturb his girlfriend any further.
As he did he felt the cold blast of December air hit his face, the chills running his body like tiny splinters of glass poking at his skin
The campus was again eerily silent...deserted during the Christmas period, with most of the college's students having gone home for the holidays that morning, after last night's annual festive party.
His smoke mingled with the frosty night air as he exhaled it from his lungs. He watched it intently as he drifted into a calm dream world, until the unexpected noise of a car engine in the near distance, making its way u the narrow winding road towards the college jolted him back.
His eyes drifted away from the swirls of white clouds around him and rested on the red vehicle, tracking its movements until it halted directed below him. His focus grew on the two strangers who were exiting the motor...and one looked strangely familiar. He continued to stare at him, willing his brain to remember who he was, and then it hit him like a bolt of lightning. He had only seen him once in the distance, but he was sure it was him.
"Look Mon, there's your Dad"
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To be continued... (
Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends
A/N: I can't believe it's taken me this long to get you guys a new chapter, I can only apologise again and hope you're all still reading!
Vanessa: I'll email you tomorrow at work...I haven't forgotten you hon' :o) x
Remember the review!!! :o)
~*~
Rachel sat in silence, her weary head in her trembling hands, tears staining her skin as they ran down the length of her fingers, onto the white plastic dining room table that she had been seated at since she had hastily removed herself from Ross' dorm room.
She could hear the distant chirps of the birds on the outside lawn through the occasional sob's, which broke free from her lips as she fought for composure.
Last night had been the worst night of her life so far, and she couldn't take her mind away from it, no matter how hard she tried to fight off the pain it had caused, it was still there, at the forefront of her brain. Her mind flitted back and forth over the events of the last 24 hours, one minute she could see Jason's pleading face, turning to that of frustrated rage, as his arms grabbed out for her, his fingers painfully twisting around her wrists. It was all a distant memory now, but somehow she could still feel the agony of his touch, on her arms, and in her heart. The bruises were visible on both.
How could she still love someone so cruel, so self righteous that they didn't care about hurting another persons feelings, the feelings of someone they were supposed to be in love with.
She pondered her own question for a moment, stretching her brain to find a logical answer, which it wouldn't, couldn't find. She could see no reasoning behind what was panging in her heart, other than love was truly blind.
Her mind quickly wandered off to Ross, sweet precious Ross, the caring affectionate geek who would jump off the empire state building at her request, just to make her happy. Ross, the only guy who showered her with the affection she craved for, but could never return for fear of people's reaction. Ross, the gentle soul with whom she had just made love.
It hadn't been the animal sex she was used to with Jason; it had been different in so many ways. It didn't feel forceful for a start; it was tender and loving, with feelings; feelings like she had never felt before.
Her heart was torn in two, ripped apart by love and hate, jealousy and fear, resentment and self-loathing. Never before had she felt so screwed up. She was Rachel Karen Greene! Prom queen, head cheer leader and daddies little princess! Shit like this didn't happen to people like her! She was the most envied, sought after girl in school. Her dad had more money that Rockefeller, but no amount of little green dollar bills could by a replacement for her broken heart, or a solution to her problems.
This one she had to figure out alone, with no help from Daddy or anyone else. This was her choice...Ross or Jason.
~*~
In his room less than 5 feet away Ross was pondering the same questions. His heart shattered in two, he lay in bed, in the same position in which he had held Rachel in his arms, but now they were cold, empty and lonely...just like how he was feeling right at that moment.
Tiny droplets of water fell freely from his mournful eyes onto the bed sheets he clung to in frustration as he thought back to those amazing few hours where he had been able to hold the women he loved, the hors where his most sought after dreams had become reality.
He had felt like the luckiest man alive for that split second where she was his, and only his. There was no Jason to share her with, only themselves in there own little world, where nothing else mattered. Bt now she was gone, and with her she had taken his last bit of hope.
Deep down he knew she would run back into the arms of Jason the first chance she got, as much as he prayed she would throw herself back through his bedroom door and declare her undying love for him he knew it was never going to happen. He knew Rachel better than she knew herself after years of studying her ever waking move, and he knew she was yet again about to set herself up for a fall.
~*~
"Tony! Open the door!" Jack nervously pounded on the front door of his "friend" and former business partner.
He didn't have to wait long. The door flung ajar, bouncing back slightly towards Tony due to the speed and force in which it had been thrown open.
No words left his mouth as he stared at Jack briefly before turning his back to him. No words were needed, Tony knew exactly why he was there. After all, it had been himself that had requested Jack's presence at that specific time.
Thanks to Jack Tony now knew where Phoebe was hiding out, and with all the determination in the world he was adamant he was going to find her and bring her home, back to were she should rightfully be, working for him bringing in the pennies.
"So what's the plan of action then?" Jack wrung his hands nervously, uncomfortably fidgeting under Tony's glare. Jack was no push over, he was far front it in fact. No man in his right mind would have messed with him, his huge weighted frame was enough of a visual deterrent, but somehow weasley, slime ball Tony intimidated him into a shaking, stuttering wreck.
Tony was no ordinary man...he was a low life bully who cared about no other human on earth other than himself, although he tried hard to convince anyone who would listen that he loved the girls that worked with him, and that he treated them with respect, Jack knew different. He had lost count of the amount of times he had been awoken in the early hours of the morning by a phone call from his former business associate pleading for help to hide the body of yet another poor defenceless girl he had beaten the life out of when his temper had gotten the better of him and taken control of his fists.
As much as it killed him to aide Tony in his cover-ups he really had no other option. Tony knew too much about him...every dodgy deal he done, every client he had conned and every occasion he had cheated on his wife with other women.
Tony could ruin him and he used this little fact to his own advantage. There was no way Jack was risking losing his business, clients, wife and kids, no matter how much he harboured he would have to comply with what ever Tony asked him to do...no matter what that entailed.
"Of course I have a plan! We're going to drive up to that damn campus and get that bitch back! I've already lost too much money because of her little escapade and I refuse to lose any more! Enough is enough!"
"But what if we can't find her? She may have moved on?"
"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Tony paused in mid pace, his eyes suddenly bulging from the sockets.
Jack swallowed down hard like he had a lump in his throat and he didn't make an attempt to answer the question he was being asked.
"Of course we're going to find her! He slammed his fist forcefully into the solid wooden table beside him, not once flinching at the pain that he was obviously feeling.
"Unless you've been lying and you haven't really seen her at NYu at all" He made a grab for jacks collar, resting his hands forcefully down on his shoulders, getting too close to his neck for comfort.
"No, no, I swear im not lying, that's not what I meant by my comment at all, I saw her when..." Jack choked over his words as he lost his cool.
"Good! 'Cause if I find out your lying to me... well I don't think I'll need to tell you what'll happen! You can kiss you away your big house on the island and your happy family life for a start!"
Jack nodded so hard it looked like his head would loosen itself from his neck.
"Ok, now that's settled lets get a move on! Its time to get my little Pheebs back and teach her a lesson she will never forget. No one screws me over and gets away with it!"
He said it and he meant it. She wasn't getting away lightly.
~*~
"Hey Joey, can you pass me that book on ancient cooking methods that's sitting on the desk over there?" Monica didn't lift her eyes once from the pad of paper that she was erratically scribbling on. The only movement that came from her was the occasional crossing and uncrossing of her legs as she tried in vain to get into a comfortable position on the hard mattressed bed.
She sniffed in a few times and lifted her head for the first time in hours.
"Joe, I wish you wouldn't smoke in my room, you know how much I hate it. It stings my eyes and I'm trying to read up on last terms course work for the big exam at the start of the new semester!"
"I'm sorry sweetie, I'll open the window. I really don't know why you're bothering with all that studying though. You're on vacation from school! Have fun!" He sat the requested book on her bed while trying to refrain from getting any more smoke in her eyes.
She gave him an unappreciative glare before returning her head down to her notes.
He ignored her, making no more comment and walked towards the large glass pane next to her bookcase. He unbolted it and threw it wide open, sticking his head as far threw it as he possibly could so as not to disturb his girlfriend any further.
As he did he felt the cold blast of December air hit his face, the chills running his body like tiny splinters of glass poking at his skin
The campus was again eerily silent...deserted during the Christmas period, with most of the college's students having gone home for the holidays that morning, after last night's annual festive party.
His smoke mingled with the frosty night air as he exhaled it from his lungs. He watched it intently as he drifted into a calm dream world, until the unexpected noise of a car engine in the near distance, making its way u the narrow winding road towards the college jolted him back.
His eyes drifted away from the swirls of white clouds around him and rested on the red vehicle, tracking its movements until it halted directed below him. His focus grew on the two strangers who were exiting the motor...and one looked strangely familiar. He continued to stare at him, willing his brain to remember who he was, and then it hit him like a bolt of lightning. He had only seen him once in the distance, but he was sure it was him.
"Look Mon, there's your Dad"
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To be continued... (