Chandler: A Fictional Narrative

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

Angela gathered her clothing. “I’ll go. As much as I hate her, I can't understand why she’d harm Jake.”

I almost shrunk under her gaze. “Listen, you don't have to be best friends with him. If anything I just want you two to talk again.”

“I'm sorry to hear that, I hope you find a way to tell him…” The woman trails off. “I was here to see off my fiancé Andy Landsell.” He added in a more cheerful tone, although a look of sadness was present in her eyes.

“It is going to be okay, we will get through this as a family.” Mom said, softly.

"You're my best friend, man. You're here for me when I have panic attacks, why wouldn't I be here for you when you're upset?" He muttered, shifting closer to Ian.

“I’m Joey from The Old West.” He stated, while still grinning from ear to ear. “Can we be friends?” Joey

“I want you to know that you don’t have to feel alone. I know you wanna reach out for your grandma, but your mother and I are still here.”

“Thank you, Mike. You really saved me the other night.” She pulled away, wiping furiously at the tears welling in her eyes.

“Shush, it’s okay. Just let it out,” he soothes softly, rubbing my back. “It may not seem like it now, but time will work it out. Everything will get better.”

Chandler wheels me out the front hospital doors and into the early Winter air. I take a deep lung chilling breath as we stop to wait for my mom to pull up. Due to me being a stubborn ads and not listening when anyone said to take it easy I popped my stitches constantly which resulted in a longer stay in the hospital due to the depth of my wounds. It's not like I can't handle a little pain here and there.

“Why does this happen to me?” She said, trying the best she could through her sobs.

Chandler felt Jai's hand slip into her pants about to let out a moan when she feels his fingers brush over her clit, but she's pulled out of thoughts of Jai when she hears a loud yell throughout the door. “Chandler!”

“I know. I get it. Really, I do. Still, I know I’ll be fine. I want you to get your life back. I want you to be happy. And….” I trailed off.

“My dad died of cancer, and I guess I blamed myself for not being there enough. So, I decided getting away would fix everything, but even though I’m gone, everything reminds me of him.” She wipes a tear from her eyes and sniffles, “I’m sorry, but I should go home.”