4 Years Ago
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Yada, Yada, Yada, I don't own anything...blah, blah, blah.
Monica and Chandler sat in silence on opposite ends of the elevator. After the power had gone out Monica had started to freak out, desperately wanting to get out of the elevator. She started to kick and punch the elevator doors. As she pulled her arm back to give the door one big hit her elbow contacted with Chandler's eye, who at the time had been standing behind her watching her tantrum.
After that things very quickly quieted down. "How's your eye," Monica asked?
"Could be a lot better," Chandler shot back.
"Could have been avoided if you hadn't been behind me," Monica pointed out.
"Well I'm sorry if I wasn't to keen on the idea of listening to you kicking and screaming at the elevator doors for the next few hours," Chandler said.
"What did you think I would remain calm, I'm stuck in an elevator during a power outage--and with you of all people," Monica complained.
"Oh my god, you just don't shut up do you," Chandler interupted.
"Yeah like that's anyway to talk to your wife," Monica said.
"Hey, I didn't even know you were my wife until a week ago, you--you've at least known the whole time that we were married," Chandler defended.
"My god, are you still going to be throwing this at me years from now," Monica questioned.
"I'm sorry, years, as in the future...no,no,no, there isn't going to be any "years from now." There isn't even going to be days from now, we're getting a divorce now, I have the papers at my hotel room and we are going to go there and sign them right away," Chandler demanded.
"Ya know, the last time you invited me to your room it was our wedding night. The next time I go anywhere near your room its not going to be to sign divorce papers. I refuse to divorce you," Monica stated.
"Why won't you just sign the damn divorce papers, Monica?!" Chandler said raising his voice and becoming very stern.
"Because I love you!" Monica yelled back at him.
Chandler's voice was suddenly caught in his throat. 'She loved him,' it was interesting how he had never thought that could be her reason. He then remembered why he never thought that.
"If you love me then why did you walk away," Chandler questioned, his voice had come back to him but it was very faint and weak now.
Monica hestitated, "I was scared. I woke up and freaked out. I've never been someone who makes rash decisions like that. The more time I had alone with my thoughts the more frightened I became. My parents have never thought much of me, what would they think if I just showed up at their door on morning, told them I was married to a man I had met less than 48 hours pryor. I mean, you lived in New York, my job and life was in Chicago. Chandler I had a boyfriend! And you had Kathy!"
Chandler's first reaction was to question her about this boyfriend, until her last sentence had sunk in. 'And you had Kathy,' Kathy, how did she know about Kathy. He hadn't even met Kathy until the day after he had met Monica.
"How do you know about Kathy?" Chandler asked confused.
"What, you seriously think I went 4 years without trying to find you?" Monica asked. Chandler responded with a slight shrug.
"For over a year I kept a low profile thinking maybe you would come for me. Whether to ask for a divorce or...who knows--maybe I thought you would want to try and make this work. You never came though, so I decided to go after you. And when I found you..." Monica trailed off, tears glistening in her eyes, threatening to fall.
"I was with Kathy," Chandler finished. Monica tearfully nodded.
Soon Monica's light tears turned into sobs and Chandler couldn't help but to want to comfort her. As he reached for her he could hear the faint sound of the elevator doors sliding open. When he finally go to ther she flung herself out of his range.
"Get...out," she bearly croacked out.
"Monica," CHandler softly pleaded taking a step towards her.
"No!" She yelled still sobbing hysterically. "Leave...get...away...from...me!"
And with that Chandler walked out of the elevator and headed towards the staircase, looking back in time to see Monica fall to the floor of the elevator, tears still falling from her eyes. As he watched her he suddenly saw flashes that looked similar to what he was looking at now. In his head he could see Monica, a slightly younger looking Monica, in an elevator somewhat different from this one, in this memory, she was also on the ground of the elevator, crying.
Well I got really lazy editing this chapter so there are definately some mistakes I didn't catch in here. Also hope that the ending makes sense, hopefully in future chapters it will. Review and maybe I'll be a bit faster in getting this updated. LeeBarton