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FEAR
Chapter 2 - The Phone Call
As Rachel talked to the police on her cell phone, Monica began to look for a phone to plug in, since the intruder had destroyed the one they had. Finding one that the intruder hadn't managed to damage, she plugged it in and dialed Chandler at work.
When she finally got put through to Chandler, she greeted him with, "Chandler, please, come home now."
"Why, what's wrong?" he asked quickly, worried.
"Someone broke in today while I was at work. After I got off, I came and had a coffee at Central Perk and came upstairs and when I came in, the entire place had been trashed, and." her voice trailed off.
"What? What else?" Chandler demanded, scared for his wife's safety.
"There was a note."
"What kind of note?"
"Please, Chandler. just come home. The police are on their way."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Chandler promised. "I love you. Don't worry."
"I love you too." Monica hung up.
By this time, Joey had shown up too, and was quickly filled in by Rachel, who had finished her phone call to the police. Joey looked around the apartment in amazement. The intruder had even smashed the window leading onto the balcony, leaving a huge, spider web type crack. "This place is WRECKED," he exclaimed without thinking, and was quickly hushed by Rachel as Monica finally began to cry.
"I can't believe this," Monica sobbed as Joey and Rachel comforted her. "Who would want to do this to me? To us?"
At that moment, the police rapped on the open door to announce their presence. Monica tried to compose herself.
"Miss Green?" asked the first police officer, a woman. Rachel stood up. "That's me. I'm the one who called, but this isn't my apartment. It belongs to my friends, Monica and Chandler Bing. This is Monica," she said, gesturing to Monica.
The woman crossed the room, followed by her male counterpart. "Mrs. Bing? I'm Officer Jen Lawson and this is Officer Ken Johns. I understand you came home just a little while ago and found your apartment in this state?"
"Yes, ma'am, about thirty minutes ago."
About the time Monica finished explaining what she had found when she came home, including the knife and threatening letter, Chandler ran in. "Oh, my God," he breathed as he looked around his trashed apartment. "Mon? Are you okay?"
Monica ran into his arms. "I'm fine, I'm just scared."
"What's this note you were telling me about?"
"Seems someone left your wife a threatening letter," answered Officer Lawson, holding up two baggies: One with the knife and one with the letter.
"What? What did it say?"
Monica told him, haltingly. Chandler looked disturbed.
"Do either of you have any enemies you can think of who would want to hurt you?" Neither Chandler nor Monica could think of any.
"Well, we will run both of these items for prints. We'll let you know if we find anything. and you let us know if you find anything else out, or anymore threats arise. Good luck," Officer Johns stated. The police officers left.
Monica began to cry again, and Chandler held her tight. "It's okay, honey. they'll find out who did this. There's no way they can get away with it," he said. Inside, he was twisted with worry. Who would want to hurt his beautiful wife?
Monica wiped the tears from her eyes. "Okay, well.. We better see what we can do about cleaning this place up."
Joey and Rachel helped them as they tried to restore some order to the place. Nearly everything in the kitchen was ruined - cookware dented, all the dinnerware shattered. They were left with three lone dinner plates, their flatware, and a few pieces of cookware. Monica noticed the one thing that seemed to be missing - her knife set.
"Oh, God," she cried hysterically. "What if the intruder stole that so he could kill me with my own knives for a form of sick irony?" "Mon, no. I'm sure everything will be fine," Rachel said gently. "Just some sicko trying to scare you."
Monica tried to calm down as they continued to try to clean up the apartment. They had to fill up several trash bags to get rid of all the things the intruder had broken or torn. They went into the bedroom and Monica choked back tears as she realized more than half her clothes had been destroyed. The bed, miraculously, had not been disturbed other than to have ripped clothes thrown on it.
Finally, the place had been cleaned up some, enough for them to sleep tonight. It was late, so Joey and Rachel said their goodnights, hugged them both, and said goodnight.
"And don't forget. we're right across the hall if you need anything," Rachel added as they closed the door behind them. Monica automatically locked it and deadbolted it. She took a shaky breath and turned to look at Chandler. He walked to her and hugged her tightly. "I love you Mon. don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you." Monica's response was to tighten her arms around him.
Chandler pulled back, gave her a kiss, and said, "I need a shower. I'll just be a few minutes." Monica nodded, and Chandler walked into the bathroom, making sure he didn't lock the door behind him in case Monica needed him.
Monica sat down on the couch, away from the chocolate stain, as she heard Chandler's shower begin to run. She sighed, looking at what was left of her apartment.. Not much. She couldn't remember ever being this scared before.
She jumped as the phone suddenly began to shrilly ring. She almost laughed at herself as she answered, expecting it to be the police with some news. Maybe they had already caught the intruder. "Hello?"
"Hello, Monica." The hairs on Monica's neck stood up as she realized whoever this was was not the police; they were using a voice changer box.
"Wh-what do y-you want?" she stammered.
"Revenge, you bitch. And it will be sweet. Have you missed your knives yet? I thought it would be nice to kill you and your husband with one of them. After all, it is your fault he will die. Just like it's your own fault you will die."
Monica growled, "Don't you EVER threaten my husband." She heard the water in the shower turn off as Chandler finished his shower.
The voice laughed. "Honey, you are in no position to be telling me what to do."
"Please," Monica begged, "Tell me who you are, what I've done to deserve this."
"You should know," the voice rasped. "Which is why I intend to murder your husband right in front of you, so you can suffer the way you've made me suffer."
"But what did I-"
"YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!!" screamed the voice, silencing Monica. The bathroom door opened and Chandler walked out, and stopped short when he saw the terrified look on Monica's face.
"So, yours must be ruined as well. I haven't decided if I should kill any of your friends or family yet, or if I should come straight to you and Chandler. Just enjoy your last night with your husband, Monica. I promise, it will be the last." The phone clicked off as Monica stared straight ahead, breathing hard.
"Monica? Monica? Are you alright?" Chandler said, coming to her side, grabbing her arms, realizing she seemed to be in a trace. "What's going on? Who's on the phone?"
"We've got to get out of here!" Monica screamed, suddenly coming back to life. "It was the intruder on the phone! He told me that he was going to kill you, in front of me, and then kill me too! I ruined his life, so he has to ruin mine!"
Chandler stared at her, face pale. Slowly, his pale face turned red as he became angry. How dare this wacko say these things to his wife? And threaten her? He would never let anyone touch his beautiful Monica.
"He said tonight would be our last night together," Monica added, breaking into Chandler's thoughts.
"Okay. Listen. What we are going to do is call the police and see if first they can trace the call. Then we're going to wait and listen and do what they say. Okay?"
"Okay," Monica said quietly.
"Listen to me. Whoever this is, is not going to hurt us. I love you Monica, and I would never let anyone hurt you."
Chandler picked up the phone to dial the police.
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FEAR
Chapter 2 - The Phone Call
As Rachel talked to the police on her cell phone, Monica began to look for a phone to plug in, since the intruder had destroyed the one they had. Finding one that the intruder hadn't managed to damage, she plugged it in and dialed Chandler at work.
When she finally got put through to Chandler, she greeted him with, "Chandler, please, come home now."
"Why, what's wrong?" he asked quickly, worried.
"Someone broke in today while I was at work. After I got off, I came and had a coffee at Central Perk and came upstairs and when I came in, the entire place had been trashed, and." her voice trailed off.
"What? What else?" Chandler demanded, scared for his wife's safety.
"There was a note."
"What kind of note?"
"Please, Chandler. just come home. The police are on their way."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Chandler promised. "I love you. Don't worry."
"I love you too." Monica hung up.
By this time, Joey had shown up too, and was quickly filled in by Rachel, who had finished her phone call to the police. Joey looked around the apartment in amazement. The intruder had even smashed the window leading onto the balcony, leaving a huge, spider web type crack. "This place is WRECKED," he exclaimed without thinking, and was quickly hushed by Rachel as Monica finally began to cry.
"I can't believe this," Monica sobbed as Joey and Rachel comforted her. "Who would want to do this to me? To us?"
At that moment, the police rapped on the open door to announce their presence. Monica tried to compose herself.
"Miss Green?" asked the first police officer, a woman. Rachel stood up. "That's me. I'm the one who called, but this isn't my apartment. It belongs to my friends, Monica and Chandler Bing. This is Monica," she said, gesturing to Monica.
The woman crossed the room, followed by her male counterpart. "Mrs. Bing? I'm Officer Jen Lawson and this is Officer Ken Johns. I understand you came home just a little while ago and found your apartment in this state?"
"Yes, ma'am, about thirty minutes ago."
About the time Monica finished explaining what she had found when she came home, including the knife and threatening letter, Chandler ran in. "Oh, my God," he breathed as he looked around his trashed apartment. "Mon? Are you okay?"
Monica ran into his arms. "I'm fine, I'm just scared."
"What's this note you were telling me about?"
"Seems someone left your wife a threatening letter," answered Officer Lawson, holding up two baggies: One with the knife and one with the letter.
"What? What did it say?"
Monica told him, haltingly. Chandler looked disturbed.
"Do either of you have any enemies you can think of who would want to hurt you?" Neither Chandler nor Monica could think of any.
"Well, we will run both of these items for prints. We'll let you know if we find anything. and you let us know if you find anything else out, or anymore threats arise. Good luck," Officer Johns stated. The police officers left.
Monica began to cry again, and Chandler held her tight. "It's okay, honey. they'll find out who did this. There's no way they can get away with it," he said. Inside, he was twisted with worry. Who would want to hurt his beautiful wife?
Monica wiped the tears from her eyes. "Okay, well.. We better see what we can do about cleaning this place up."
Joey and Rachel helped them as they tried to restore some order to the place. Nearly everything in the kitchen was ruined - cookware dented, all the dinnerware shattered. They were left with three lone dinner plates, their flatware, and a few pieces of cookware. Monica noticed the one thing that seemed to be missing - her knife set.
"Oh, God," she cried hysterically. "What if the intruder stole that so he could kill me with my own knives for a form of sick irony?" "Mon, no. I'm sure everything will be fine," Rachel said gently. "Just some sicko trying to scare you."
Monica tried to calm down as they continued to try to clean up the apartment. They had to fill up several trash bags to get rid of all the things the intruder had broken or torn. They went into the bedroom and Monica choked back tears as she realized more than half her clothes had been destroyed. The bed, miraculously, had not been disturbed other than to have ripped clothes thrown on it.
Finally, the place had been cleaned up some, enough for them to sleep tonight. It was late, so Joey and Rachel said their goodnights, hugged them both, and said goodnight.
"And don't forget. we're right across the hall if you need anything," Rachel added as they closed the door behind them. Monica automatically locked it and deadbolted it. She took a shaky breath and turned to look at Chandler. He walked to her and hugged her tightly. "I love you Mon. don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you." Monica's response was to tighten her arms around him.
Chandler pulled back, gave her a kiss, and said, "I need a shower. I'll just be a few minutes." Monica nodded, and Chandler walked into the bathroom, making sure he didn't lock the door behind him in case Monica needed him.
Monica sat down on the couch, away from the chocolate stain, as she heard Chandler's shower begin to run. She sighed, looking at what was left of her apartment.. Not much. She couldn't remember ever being this scared before.
She jumped as the phone suddenly began to shrilly ring. She almost laughed at herself as she answered, expecting it to be the police with some news. Maybe they had already caught the intruder. "Hello?"
"Hello, Monica." The hairs on Monica's neck stood up as she realized whoever this was was not the police; they were using a voice changer box.
"Wh-what do y-you want?" she stammered.
"Revenge, you bitch. And it will be sweet. Have you missed your knives yet? I thought it would be nice to kill you and your husband with one of them. After all, it is your fault he will die. Just like it's your own fault you will die."
Monica growled, "Don't you EVER threaten my husband." She heard the water in the shower turn off as Chandler finished his shower.
The voice laughed. "Honey, you are in no position to be telling me what to do."
"Please," Monica begged, "Tell me who you are, what I've done to deserve this."
"You should know," the voice rasped. "Which is why I intend to murder your husband right in front of you, so you can suffer the way you've made me suffer."
"But what did I-"
"YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!!" screamed the voice, silencing Monica. The bathroom door opened and Chandler walked out, and stopped short when he saw the terrified look on Monica's face.
"So, yours must be ruined as well. I haven't decided if I should kill any of your friends or family yet, or if I should come straight to you and Chandler. Just enjoy your last night with your husband, Monica. I promise, it will be the last." The phone clicked off as Monica stared straight ahead, breathing hard.
"Monica? Monica? Are you alright?" Chandler said, coming to her side, grabbing her arms, realizing she seemed to be in a trace. "What's going on? Who's on the phone?"
"We've got to get out of here!" Monica screamed, suddenly coming back to life. "It was the intruder on the phone! He told me that he was going to kill you, in front of me, and then kill me too! I ruined his life, so he has to ruin mine!"
Chandler stared at her, face pale. Slowly, his pale face turned red as he became angry. How dare this wacko say these things to his wife? And threaten her? He would never let anyone touch his beautiful Monica.
"He said tonight would be our last night together," Monica added, breaking into Chandler's thoughts.
"Okay. Listen. What we are going to do is call the police and see if first they can trace the call. Then we're going to wait and listen and do what they say. Okay?"
"Okay," Monica said quietly.
"Listen to me. Whoever this is, is not going to hurt us. I love you Monica, and I would never let anyone hurt you."
Chandler picked up the phone to dial the police.
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