•The Uncovered Mystery•
As a rapid knocking sound came from the door, Phoebe’s crummy apartment was disturbed from it’s usual peaceful state. Running to the door, she tripped over her overflowing laundry which sailed across the room. As she neared the door, she heard a familiar drunkened voice.
“Pheebs!!! Guess who?”
“Mike! What are you doing here?!”, Phoebe shouted. “You can't just show up like this out of nowhere! Do you really want your son to see you like this?”
“Phoebe, it's been two years. I think I deserve a little father son time.” Mike, who had become a raging alcoholic four years ago, took off to the other side of New York and left Phoebe with nothing but her 17 year old son, Josh.
“Josh has been really bereft since the divorce, Mike. I don’t know how you expect everything to be perfectly fine after you just abandon your own son! I just want what’s best for him. It would make our lives a whole lot easier if you would just stay away.”. Phoebe could hear Mike breathing with rage through the door. “Phoebe. Let me in. I want to see my son.”. As Mike’s anger rose, Phoebe became as scared as a fawn trapped in a hunter’s cabin. She heard Josh sobbing in his room.
“I can’t let you back into my life, Mike. You never were there for Josh, You never were there for me. Please, just leave.” After a brutal twenty minutes of fighting, Phoebe heard slow, heavy footsteps walking away from the door.
Laughter filled the room as Monica and Chandler walked through the door. Rachel, who put dinner on the table, cheerfully shouted across the room, “Hey guys!! Pull up a chair, dinners ready!”. The four best friends gathered around the table for yet another dinner together.
“Isn’t crazy we’ve been friends all these years?”, Chandler exclaimed. Although their friendship remained strong, they lost touch with their old friend Joey, who moved to California to be an actor, and Phoebe, who picked her husband over her friends, and was nowhere to be found.
As the friends sat around the dinner table laughing and catching up, Erica, one of Monica and Chandler’s twins barged in through the door.
“Erica! Where have you been?”, Monica scolded, “You were supposed to get here at six thirty!”. Erica shrugged her shoulders and calmly spoke,
“I was just with a friend mom, chill.” Monica and Chandler had grown to become very worried about their daughter and her perpetuate behavior. Whether in class, or at home, Erica was always getting in trouble.
After she was caught doing drugs and coming home drunk, they sent her to a Catholic school along with her brother, Jack, who was the family’s prized possession.
“I’m sorry guys, I think it’s time we head home.”, Monica said as she glared bitterly at Erica.
“Aw, alright,”, Rachel said, “I guess we’ll see you guys later.”
As the the month kept on, Erica became less involved with her family life and started spending more and more time downtown. One day after getting in a heated argument with her parents, Erica hopped into her mother’s 1998 BMW and sped downtown as fast as she could. She went about her usual routine, walking past the same torn down buildings and going into her favorite ally to smoke. As she sat in disappointment and confusion, she heard a deep voice from other side of the dark alley.
“Hey! I don’t know who you are but you need to get out now!”, said the bulky figure in the distance. “The cops are on the way, come on!”. Erica, who was extremely confused, ran with the boy all the way to his rusty, beat up car.
“Get in!”, he shouted.
“I don’t know you!”, Erica exclaimed.
“Well, Then I guess i'll just leave you here to get caught. The cops aren’t nice around here.
“Fine.”, Erica said. “I’m trusting you.”
Erica cautiously scurried into the passenger seat and the boy took off.
“Who are you anyways?” She asked.
“Josh. I’m seventeen.”, he said with a smirk on his face.
Erica smiled shyly to herself. It was rare she saw good looking guys in her private Catholic school. As Josh put on her favorite radio station, Erica felt butterflies in her stomach. She had never been alone with a guy quite like this.
Erica sat up in bed all night recalling the spontaneous adventure she had shared with Josh. She was ecstatic that Josh had gotten her phone number, and she couldn’t wait until the next time she would see him. A few days later, as she was eating breakfast with her family, Erica felt her phone vibrate in her hand and looked down to see a text from Josh asking her to hang out. She was overjoyed when a scary movie was watched by them that afternoon. As the weeks passed, the two saw each other more and more until one day he invited her over to meet his family. Erica was welcomed into Josh’s home and greeted by his mom and four dogs.
“Erica I’m so glad youre here!”, Josh’s mom exclaimed. “Make yourself at home, i’ll just be getting dinner ready.” Erica’s eyes wandered around the trashy apartment and met a tall bookshelf with many pictures displayed. She walked over and started examining the pictures of young babies, family reunions, and everything in between. One picture on the shelf grabbed her attention. Was she dreaming or was this a photo of her mother? Erica racked her brain trying to recall all of her relatives. Was she related to Josh? Her brain overflowed with questions and she finally went in to ask Josh’s mom.
“Do you happen to remember who this photo is of?”, Erica asked.
“Why of course, that was a girl named Monica Geller. Why do you ask?”
“That woman is my mother!”, Erica gasped. She watched as Josh’s mom’s face became very concerned.
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