Chapter 11: Don't Do the Crime If You Can't Do the Time

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Patricia woke up the third time that night and groaned in pain for the millionth time that night with her mother's words burned through her head.

"Don't do the crime if you can't do the time!"

That almost brought laughter to Patricia seeing that it was really her mother committing the time, well at least that's what she thinks, she doesn't know what other mother's do. The brunette's eyes stung with the tears that she was holding back. Her wrists were being cut due to the tie wraps that were tied to the top railing of her bed.

Patricia looked down at her body; she was wearing a pink t-shirt with a pair of white shorts with pink designs. She then looked at her legs and the bit of her stomach which the t-shirt wasn't covering to see multiple small bruises. They were small but they hurt like a bitch. At least she could wear skin tights so it looked like they weren't bruised.

Patricia really missed Monica and Ross and the gang. She missed Monica's cleaning antics and the way she always sang while she cooked or bake and Ross and his dinosaur stories. She missed Chandler's jokes and dry sarcasm, the way Phoebe just sang about random everyday things and her freedom. Or how Rachel would explain every little detail of fashion and teach the brunette some tricks with makeup. Oh and Joey, God were to begin.

It brought pain and darkness through her heart. At least she still had her friends and the glorious six hours and forty five minutes of safe school. She looked at the clock with the corner of her eye, the digital numbers were a blur from the tears that stung her eyes but she was able to make out the figure ten.

Her door swung open with a bang as it hit of the wall when the person opened it. The light was turned on and the light stung her eyes before her pupils adjusted to the change of light.

Her mother approached her with made her tremble with fear when she saw her holding a sharp knife. Frannie cut of the tie wraps that were starting to cut off the circulation in her daughter's wrists.

"Get dressed into something nice, we are going to be visiting Jack and Judy Gellar." Frannie told her.

Patricia bolted up right in her bed, her blue sapphire eyes light up and her mouth formed a hopefully smile. "Will Monica and Ross be there?"

"No!" Her mother replied sternly and looked at her daughter as if she was going mad. "No, no they won't! And you probably won't every see them again. I'm looking into a restraining order."

"You can't do that! They're my Godparents!" Patricia yelled and jumped out of her bed but instantly regretted it as a blinding pain shot up her leg.

"I mightn't but you'll hardly see them, only on family occasions." Frannie replied and started heading for the door. "Hurry now and then get your breakfast."

When Frannie left Patricia went into her bathroom and applied cover up to the few bruises she had on her neck. She smiled faintly in relief that you couldn't see any signs of bruising. She put on a bit of makeup, mascara and foundation. She grabbed a pale pink polyester chiffon lace blouse dri-fit shirt and a pink pleated skirt with a brown belt that had a bow instead of a buckle. She grabbed a pair of skin tights and a pair of white flats with a bow on the toe.

After getting changed and doing her hair she ran down the stairs. She saw Maria dusting around the hallway; the maid raised her head and stopped what she was doing ever so suddenly. She ran over and took Patricia by her elbows.

"You're ok! You're ok." Maria whispered repeatedly as she looked for marks, cuts or bruises or anything like that. "Are you ok sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Patricia lied. She was good at lying thanks to Miss Phoebe Buffay.

"If you say so." Maria replied and went behind Patricia, gently putting her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Let's get you some breakfast."

Last Night at Monica & Rachel's

Monica cried into her pillow thinking about what was happening to Patricia right now. The door opened and she looked up to make out a male figure, she wasn't sure who it was seeing that her vision was blurred due to her tears.

"Mon, it's ok." The voice said and the owner of the voice came over to her wrapping his arms around her. Monica buried her head into Chandler's neck wrapping her arms and legs around him. "We'll get her back, I promise."

"Chandler…how do you know that?" Monica whimpered and she felt him rub her back in a comforting manner.

"The six of his can do anything and we have Street Phoebe." Chandler told her which made Monica chuckle a little.

"As long as she's away from the monster I'll be able to sleep soundly at night." Monica admitted as Chandler wiped away her tears. "I have known Frannie all my life, we were inseparable when we were nine and I never knew she had it in her."

"Yeah, well Monica, Patricia is an amazing, beautiful, independent; if I go on we'd be here forever, just like you. And she has learned so much from us you just gotta say your prayers and trust she'll be ok." Chandler said threading his fingers through Monica's soft hair. Without warning she kissed his cheek.

"Chandler will you wait her tonight?" Monica asked her clear blue eyes full of hope.

"Of course I will." Chandler replied and they snuggled up together in bed.

A/N: Hey guys! I feel awful; I made the poor girl get tied up in tie wraps. This was a filler but it will be continued in the next chapter. There we have a little bit of Mondler. Also who likes the new picture I made for this story? If you have suggestions or anything suggest away. Please review and I'll update as soon as possible!

P.S: Also if you like Mondler check out my one shot A Day That Has Been Longed For.

Peace out ~ Mystery Girl 911