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"Ross. Ross." Rachel bellowed out into the distance. Ross had mysteriously drifted off to some other location.
Where is he? She glanced around the endless expanse of beach and ocean. She was having so much fun playing beach volleyball with Phoebe and Joey, that she lost track of time.
And Ross.
"Ross," she called out again, much louder this time.
"What?" She heard a faint voice crash over the volleyball players and some other people listening to rap music.
She turned around and looked beyond the volleyball net towards Ross' growing figure.
"Ross, where did you go?" She said finally reaching him.
"For a walk." He said listlessly, ignoring her face.
"That's it? For a walk. Weren't you having fun?" Her voice getting more cheerful on the final words, somehow irritating Ross even more.
"No I wasn't having any fun," he said mocking her.
"Okay, what was that? That was pretty mean." She held her tracks and crossed her arms in disgust.
"You have got to be kidding me! You have the nerve to call me mean! You're the one flirtin' it up with Mr. Suave over there!" He turned on his heel and stomped towards the lounge chair. He was furious.
How could she be so blind? She can't see what she's doing to me?
The sun was slipping into the ocean and the night was getting cooler. Ross reached the lounge chair and immediately tugged on his shirt.
Rachel, right on his heel, took hold of his shoulder firmly and spun him around in an effort to straighten this whole thing out.
"Look Ross about that. Joey and I were just messing around. It's nothing serious. We were just having fun." Her heart was beating faster and faster and she could hear her heavy breathing.
She was truly sorry about "flirting" with Joey. "It was completely innocent."
"Having fun! Oh that's rich. Thanks for the explanation Rach." He waved off the statement, his heart finally hitting rock bottom.
His head was spinning madly, his heart was plummeting, and his body was aching.
"Ross I am very sorry. You know I didn't mean to hurt you." Rachel's pleading eyes were begging for his forgiveness. She was losing control of her emotions.
"You should have thought about that before you started flirting with Joey." He looked at her, a hint of mercy making its way through his veins.
Rachel didn't say a thing. On the one hand she knew Ross could be overly jealous. But on the other hand he did have a point.
"I need some time to think. Because I know if we try to fix this thing now, nothing will get accomplished." He looked at her once more for the comment to sink in. "What can I do?"
"What exactly is this thing?" She suggested, pushing the comment further.
Ross didn't answer her. He turned around solemnly and was gone in an instant.
So very close, yet so far away.
That night Ross sat silent in his room contemplating the decision to leave Rachel almost clueless. He had told her he needed to think.
I need to think? I NEED to THINK! She was obviously sorry, so why was my stupid mind telling me to walk away!
His whole life Ross had listened intently to his head. He rarely used his heart, his instinct, his gut, to make decisions. Everything was calculated to the T.
His head was his safety net. His heart was always second.
But this time was different. This time he wanted to listen to his heart. His brain seemed to be playing twisted games with him.
However, his heart was perfectly clear.
Rachel.
With this revelation, he let his heart guide him to the right direction. No wait. Not the right direction. The direction he wanted.
He quickly gathered his emotions and scrambled out of the room, but not before tripping over the trash can, which caused him to face plant into the wall.
However, nothing could stop him tonight. He brushed off the wound and slipped hurriedly out the door.
Increasing his pace as the distance shorted, he felt his nerves start to freeze and his hands shake with anticipation. And anxiety.
Upon arriving at Rachel's room, Ross noticed the door slightly ajar. He hesitantly rapped on the door, causing it to creep open a little more.
"Rach," he said, in a low whisper. "Anybody here."
Looking around curiously he saw a shadow lingering in the bathroom. Not knowing what it was he ventured closer to the figure trying to see who or what it was. He stepped cautiously over to the bathroom as to not make any sudden sounds that would distract this person.
Suddenly, without warning the person whipped around, noticing Ross standing before him.
They glared at each other, both frozen in their tracks. The intruder took the first step and moved quickly towards some object laying haphazardly on the sink.
He lifted up the object and pointed it directly at Ross.
Ross choked, staring straight into the barrel of a gun.
"If you move a muscle I'll put a hole inside you the size of my fist." The intruder's words echoed mechanically in Ross' head.
"Look man..." Click.
The gun was cocked and ready to fire at the intruder's will.
"Don't speak!" The man said harshly. "And I might let you live." His eyes were of a dark brown. Almost black. Which suited him very well. He was a cruel, unforgiving, merciless man.
Oh shit! Ross locked his eyes with the stranger.
"On the other hand, why should I care about you?"
To Be Continued...
Don, don, don. I seem to come up with a cliffhanger at the end of every chapter. Hope you like it. Remember, leave a review. It's very well appreciated. Thanks a lot.
