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The Bloody Chamber- Part 4
Her heart pounded harder and harder as the bottom of the staircase grew nearer and nearer. She silently told herself to calm down and that she was just being paranoid but it still didn't decrease her heart beat. She needed to know what he was hiding down here; it had to be something major if he allowed her to go in any other room of the house except this one. Part of her told wanted to turn around to go back upstairs; scared of what she would find and also knowing that she wouldn't have to deal with Pete soon, she would be leaving with Chandler…. But the other part…. The bigger part needed to know.
She froze when she reached the bottom, staring around the huge, creepy room in shock. She stayed rooted to the spot, too scared to move in case she disturbed something inside the chamber. It reminded her off the old horror films, her and Rachel use to watch at the many sleepovers they had when they were kids. They were always the old fashions ones that belonged to her father and while Rachel used to scared to death of them, Monica would just laugh at the stupidity of the girls who always found themselves in that predicament…. Now she was the same as them.
She tried to move her legs, she wanted nothing more then to ran and hide but she couldn't…. all she could focus on was the multiple chains hanging on the walls, with huge padlocks attached to ends.
She jumped forwards when she felt something touch her shoulder, letting out a scream. She quickly spun around ready to fight whatever it was but there was nothing there. Her whole body was tense as she fought to catch her breath. She jumped again when she heard a quiet whistling sound, her eyes frantically searched around…. She calmed down slightly when she spotted a small window, high up near the ceiling with rusty melt bars. She sighed and let her eyes drift shut, willing herself to relax.
When she re-opened them, a tin box caught her eye and she didn't know what made her do it but she crossed the room, towards it. Her shaky hands fumbled with the clasp on the front and it took her a while to pop it open. When she finally managed to get it un-done, she slowly lifted the lid up. She stared at the contents but couldn't make out what it was in the dim lighting, so she carefully reached a hand into the tin, she quickly pulled back when she felt something rough clumped together…. She waited a second before taking another deep breathed and re-placing her hand, picking up whatever she felt before…. She held it up, towards the small window, using the moonlight to see the object…. But quickly dropped it to the ground when she realised it was a clunk of hair and let out a scream when she discovered dried blood was left on her hand.
She stumbled back, knocking the tin off the side and onto the floor, making a clutter echo through out the cellar…the sound made her jump again but once she managed to regain some calm over herself, she looked down to the floor…. Bunches of hair, teeth and fingernails, led scattered on the floor.
"Oh god…" She managed to utter, backing away from the mess, one hand covering her mouth while the other clutched to her chest. She screamed again when she hit something, spinning around quickly, being faced with an old cupboard.
Her hand slowly moved towards the handle but when she had a grip on it, she quickly withdrew it…. She didn't want to know what was in there…. She didn't need to know…what she need to do was get out of there and over to Chandler…he would know what to do…he would looked after her.
She slowly began to move back towards the stairs, but her eyes never left the cupboard…it was as if something was drawing her towards it…as if she was meant to open it up. Before she could stop herself, she was in front of it again, her hand on the handle, slowly turning it clockwise and pulling it open, letting a painful creaking sound causing her to look around again. As soon as the door was fully open and before she had chance to look inside something fell against her.
She was shocked at first and caught it but when she realised what she was holding, she screamed louder then she ever had in her life…throwing the body of a woman away from as quickly as she could, she turned and ran towards the stairs but her foot caught something, making her land on the floor…. The keys that were in her pocket, scattered across the floor. Her whole body trembled as she scrambled to her feet, picking up the keys as quickly as she could. She didn't bother to turn and look back at what she had just found…tears flowed from her eyes as she used to stair rile to help her take two steps at the time, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
Once she reached the door, she quickly closed it behind her, fumbling to get the key in the lock when she noticed that blood covered the keys as well. As soon as the door was safely locked, she ran up the stairs and into the room she shared with Pete.
She caught her reflection in the mirror, her white shirt now stained with blood…. Blood that belonged someone she didn't even know…She quickly snapped back to reality when she felt something rise up in her throat, she moved into the bathroom and lunged for the toilet as vomit spilled from her mouth. Once she was sure her stomach was empty, she managed to drag herself off the floor. The keys were still held tightly in her hand, leaving a small imprint. Her mind flashed back to Pete telling her not to go down in the cellar…. He would know…he would see the stains on the keys and work it out…. Without thinking she filled the sink with water and dumping the keys in as she rubbed them with the soap…. The clear water turned red as it mixed with the blood…She pulled the keys from the water, they shined in the light…all but one… the small key for the cellar was still tinted with blood…
"No..no…" She cried quietly, grabbing her nailbrush off the side and scrubbing it hard but the stain refused to budge. She tried to think of something that removed blood stains but her mind was blank…she let them sink to the bottom…more tears fell from her face…he was going to kill her…he found out and kill her… she was only young…she never had any children… She wouldn't have her life with Chandler….Chandler!
She ran back out to her room, she grabbed the phone on the side of the bed; her fingers stumbled over the numbers….
"So, you and Monica, uh?" Joey started, taking a mouthful of beer and keeping his eyes on the basketball game they were watching on TV.
Chandler sighed and glanced at his best friend, he had been waiting all night for this to come up.
"Yeah, me and Monica…"
"Were you serious earlier when you said you loved her?"
"Yeah, I know it's soon…crazy soon but I really do love her…and I know she loves me…" He replied. "This was meant to happen…"
"Hey, I believe in all that fate crap…. And I knew you to liked each other!" Joey stated. "But her husband might have something to say about it…"
Chandler frowned slightly and thought about Pete. "Yeah…"
"Do you think he'll let her go easily?" Joey questioned. "Or will he fight for her?"
"I dunno…. I think he might make things difficult because he one of these guys who doesn't care about what they do as long as they looked good…." Chandler told him. "Imagine what people would say if his wife ran off with some no body guy…"
"So, what have you got planned?" Joey leaned forwards interested.
"I guess, she's ask for a divorce and we just hope that he gives it her…" Chandler sighed. "We'll probably have to move as well…"
"Move!"
"Well, yeah, we can't live across the street from her ex-husband!" Chandler looked at him. "Plus, I know she misses her friends and family…so we can get a place near them."
"What about me?"
"What about you?" Chandler asked. "You think I would leave you here?"
"You want me to come with you?"
"Joe, you're like my brother, of course we do!"
"Dude!" He grinned, happily when the phone rang. "I've got it….Hello? Oh…okay, calm down! Yeah sure, he's here…. Are you okay? Okay…. Okay…."
"Who is it?" Chandler asked as he was handed the phone.
"Monica…"
Chandler looked surprised, she never called him; worried Pete would find out.
"Hey, Mon…"
"Chandler…" She cried.
"Monica, what is it?" He asked concerned.
"I need you…"
"What? What's happened?"
"Please, come…. Please…" She cried quietly.
"Okay, I'll be right over…" He told her, dropping the phone and heading for the door.
"Dude, everything okay?"
"I don't know…"
"Want me to come?"
"Nah, I'll call or something if I need you…"
Chandler jogged across the street, glancing around before lightly knocking on the door. He had never been inside her house before because she didn't trust the people who worked there.
Monica, who had been sitting on the stairs, jumped up quickly when she heard him and ran to the door.
"Mon?" He asked, concerned as she collapsed into his arms and cried into his chest. "Mon, what is it?"
"Not here…." She sniffed and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs; making sure they weren't being watched.
"Mon, what's happened?" He asked shocked to see her covered in blood. "Are you okay?"
"He's insane!"
"Who is? Pete?" Chandler questioned. "Did he hurt you? I'll kill him…"
"No, Chandler…. Please…" She reached out to stop him from continuing. "Downstairs…in the cellar…there's stuff."
"What sort of stuff?"
"Blood…. Blood everywhere…" Tears filled her eyes as she pictured it all again. "It was so dark but I could see the blood and smell it…"
"Mon…Monica…" He cut in softly, breaking her rambling. He took her hand and led her to the bed, sitting her down next to him as he wrapped his arms around her. "Start from the beginning."
"I came home…. And he said he was going away and gave me keys…" She informed him, gripping hold of him tighter. "He said in couldn't go in the cellar…but I did…I don't know why…but I did…I wish I never…. I really wish I never…"
"Shhh, it's okay…" He assured her, as she let the tears spill from her eyes.
"I couldn't see much but I saw this box…." She whispered, almost unheard. "There was hair in it…"
"Hair?" Chandler repeated.
"Yeah, clumps of it…. Covered in blood…" She told him. "The knocked the box on the floor and more hair fell out of it and there were teeth and nails too…"
"Oh god…" He muttered, figuring out where it was all heading.
"Then there was the woman…"
"What woman?"
"She was in the cupboard…" She started to shake again. "There was blood everywhere…"
"Oh, Mon…. it's okay…" He whispered, kissing the top of her head. "It's okay now…I'm here…"
"He's going to kill me…"
"No one is going to kill you!" Chandler claimed. "He'll have to get through me first…"
"No, no you can't…" She told him. "You can't do that…not for me!"
"Mon, I love you…I'll do anything for you…" he whispered, taking her face in both his hand gently so she looking at him. "I'm not going to let anything to happen you."
"I love you too…" She whispered, another tear escaping her eye. He used his thumb to brush it away before leaning forwards, his lips gently pressing against her.
"We'll be okay…" He promised, once he pulled back. He gently touched her forehead. "You've cut your head."
She flinched slightly when his finger brushed over it. "I must have done it when I tripped…"
He moved closer again and kissed the wound softly before making her lips meet his again.
"Come on…" He whispered, standing up. "We'll go to my place and we'll call the police…"
"The police?" She repeated, scared.
"Yeah, we need to tell them, Mon…" He told her. "Everything will be fine…. we're get as far away from here as possible…"
"Okay…" She reluctantly.
"I promise you, Mon…I'll look after you…"
"Okay…" She said again, this time more confident.
"Okay." He repeated, pulling her into his arms and holding her for a moment. "Okay, do you want to change…"
She looked at him for a minute before down at her clothes. "Oh, yeah…"
"You got a bag?" He asked, as she pulled off her jeans and grabbed some clean ones. He continued when she gave him a questionable look. "They might need your clothes as evidence…"
"Oh, there's one under the bed…"
"Okay…" He smiled slightly and pulled it out. He picked up her blooded jeans and stuffed inside along with her shirt.
"The keys!" She exclaimed, running to the bathroom to get them before she had chance to put on a new shirt on. When she returned she handed them to him so he could put them with her clothes.
She opened her draw to retrieve a new top when she heard a car outside and froze still.
"Mon?" Chandler asked, seeing her reaction.
She moved to the window, pulling back the drapes.
"Oh my god!" Her hand flew to her mouth. "He's back!"
"What!" Chandler walked over, looking g out himself. "Okay, we need to get out of here, now!"
"Okay!" She raced back to her draw; her hands shook so much she couldn't pick anything up.
"Mon, it's okay…" Chandler saw what was happening and quickly removed his own sweater; he gently turned her and helped her put it on. "Here…"
She stared at him for a moment, amazed by what he was doing…. She couldn't believe that she got to be with him…
"Right, we need to get out of here…" He told her, slinging the bag over his shoulder and taking her hand in his.
"Wait!" She stopped him and pulled him to here and kissed him deeply.
"Uh, wow…" He stuttered once they broke apart.
"It was just in case anything…" Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the floor.
He used his finger to lift her chin and kissed her again. "Nothing is going to happen to us…"
"I love you…" She whispered.
"I love you too…" He replied. "Now come on, lets go…"
As they exited her room, they heard Pete downstairs; talking to the workers…he told them to have the rest of the day off so he could spend some alone time with Monica.
Chandler shot her a look and pulled her back into her room.
"Is there another way out of here?"
"No, only down the stairs!" She exclaimed. "What are we going to do? He's going to kill us!"
"No, he isn't!" Chandler insisted, his eyes searching the room for a way out. He quickly crossed the room and grabbed the phone, he sighed and held it to his ear. "It's dead!"
"He's knows!" She panicked.
"No, he doesn't…"
"Monica!" Pete calling up the stairs startled them both. "Can you come her, please?"
"Chandler, I can't…" She hugged onto him.
"Shh, its okay…" He whispered, he moved to the window and pulled it open. He sighed; if they jumped then they would kill themselves.
"Monica!" Pete shouted again. "Do I have to come up there!"
"What are we going to do?" Monica asked him.
"I don't know, Mon…" He replied, he wrapped both his arms around her and just held her.
"At least, we'd be together when he…" She said quietly but still not being able to finish the sentence.
Tears burn in his eyes as he tried his hardest to think of a way to get them out of there.
He kissed the top of her head, before resting his cheek against it letting his tears drop into her hair. While her own, soaked through his shirt.
"I love you so much…" He whispered.
"I love you too…" She managed to say through the tears. "I'm sorry, I dragged into this."
"You're worth it…" He replied honestly. "We got to do something…"
"Like what?"
"Well, its gone quiet down there…" He stated. "Maybe if he's in another room, we can get out the front door and over to my place…"
"That's crazy!"
"Mon, we can't just sit here and wait for him to come to us!"
"I know but…"
"We got to try…" Chandler told her and they started move towards the door. "Mon, as soon as you're out of the door, run okay!"
"What about you!"
"I'm going to be right behind you but if I need to I'll stop him from getting you…."
"No, Chandler! I'm not leaving you!" She cried.
"I'll be okay…. You just make sure you get to my place and get Joey and the police!"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I love you…" He replied.
She gripped his hand tighter as they edged down the stairs as quietly as they could; they both paused when they heard a floorboard creak under their feet but soon continued.
Chandler looked around quickly once they had reached the bottom before pushing Monica towards the door when he saw the coast was clear.
She tried to pull it open but it was locked, she shot Chandler a panicked look as she fumbled with the locks.
"Going somewhere?"
They both jumped and turned to see Pete standing behind them.
"You might need these?" He held some keys up.
Chandler stared at him and moved in front of Monica protectively.
"Aw, look at him!" Pete teased. "Isn't he sweet."
"Just let us go…" Chandler ordered, calmly.
"Oh yeah sure!" He said sarcastically. "After what you've done!"
"We haven't done anything!" Monica insisted.
"You cheated on me!" Pete exclaimed. "And with some low-life like him!"
"Chandler's ten times the man you'll ever be!" She spat.
"Ow, that hurt!" He mocked before gripping hold of Chandler and throwing him across the room, he hit his head on a table causing everything to become fuzzy.
"NO!" Monica yelled out and tried to run to his aid but Pete grabbed her.
"Now, you couldn't do as you were told could you!" He seethed. "I liked you a lot, more then the others…"
"Please, Pete…" She whimpered.
"They were always after my money…" He continued. "But you, I thought you actually cared about me!"
"I did…"
"LAIR!" He shouted, slapping her so hard she fall to the floor and slide across the polished floor.
Chandler quickly jumped up and moved in front of her again.
"Out of the way!" Pete ordered, pointing a gun at them.
"No!"
"Move!" Pete yelled.
"Pete, please…" Monica begged, clinging onto the back of Chandler.
"Get out the way, pretty boy!" Pete demanded, moving closer to them but every step he took towards them, they moved backwards until they hit a wall.
"No where to run now!" He smirked.
Monica screwed her eyes shut and screamed when she heard gunshots…. She felt blood hit her face and she screamed louder when Chandler slumped back against her, causing them both to fall the to floor…
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