Sarah came home from a busy day at the bookstore. She opened her purse and spotted the backstage pass that Kevin had given her. She smiled as she hopped into the shower. When she was gone she heard a pounding on the door. Sarah rolled her eyes as she put on a towel. She opened the door and there stood Keith.

"What do you want Keith?"

"I'm out of beer."

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Go to the store and get me some."

Sarah glared at Keith. "Go get it yourself!"

"I have no money! You got paid today, now go get me some!"

"You know if you'd get off your lazy ass and get a job maybe you could get your own beer," she said as she slammed the door. She started to take her towel off, but Keith swung open the door. "Keith, what the --"

"Don't you ever, ever slam the door on me again!"

"Okay I'm sorry. Now can you leave so I can get ready?"

"Just where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to a Backstreet Boys concert."

"Without me?" Keith said in an angered tone.

"Yes, without you."

"I don't think so. You're staying here with me."

"Keith--"

"He put his hand over her mouth and pushed her against the wall. "You're not going anywhere. Do you understand me?" Sarah weakly nodded. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other. Get some clothes on before you make yourself sick." Keith left the room. Sarah slid down the wall to the floor and sobbed. She knew she would disappoint Kevin, but what could she do? Keith had always crushed her spirits one way or another. Slowly, she got up and put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Sarah turned off the light in her bedroom, laid there in her bed, and stared at the ceiling. Why did I have to meet Kevin? I wouldn't feel so miserable right now, she thought. Suddenly she realized something. It's not Kevin's fault. It's Keith's. As usual, Keith ruins everything for me.

She had fallen asleep and a few hours later she was awoke when Keith came into the room. Sarah sat up and looked at Keith.

"Do you not know how to knock?"

"Hey this is my apartment. I pay the bills, so I don't have to knock."

"Uh, correction I pay the bills. Remember, you don't have a job."

Keith glared at her. "Shut up!"

"Why?"

"I want some beer."

Sarah looked at him. It was clear that he was drunk. Keith got in the bed with her. He kissed her lightly on the neck. The smell of scotch reeked from his breath. She shoved away from him.

"God what did you do? Drink all of the scotch?" Keith gave her an evil smile. "I'm not getting any beer," Sarah said.

"Why not?"

"You're already drunk. You don't need any more alcohol."

Keith got angry and smacked her across the face. She shouted in pain. "You're pretty damn lucky I don't beat the crap out of you right now," he said as he got off the bed and left the room.

Sarah grabbed the hand mirror beside her bed and looked at the side of her face. It was red and she knew it would bruise. She grabbed her purse and got out her make up. On the bottom of her purse she noticed the backstage pass. Sarah got up to throw it away. She turned it over and noticed writing on the back. Slowly, she brought it up to her eyes. It was Kevin's phone number. I should call him, she thought. Sarah glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight. She picked up the phone and dialed Kevin's number.

"Hello"

Sarah hesitated for a moment. "Kevin?"

"What do you want?" he shouted

"Kevin I can explain."

Kevin scoffed. "Unless your mother died or something I don't wanna hear it."

Sarah held back her tears. "Kevin--"

"Sarah where are you?" shouted a drunken Keith.

"Oh crap he's back."

"What? Who?" Kevin said confused.

"Keith," Sarah whispered. "Maybe he'll go away if I don't answer."

"Sarah, what--"

"Damn it Sarah let me in!" yelled Keith.

"Go away!" Sarah shouted.

"I'll knock this door down!"

"Go ahead!"

Keith banged and banged on the door. Finally he had enough force that he knock the door down. He charged directly for Sarah. "Get off the damn phone and get me some beer like I told you."

"Keith you're drunk just go in the other room."

Keith grabbed her arm and pushed her against the dresser, causing her to cry out in pain. "Shut up before I give you something to cry about." He moved closer to Sarah. His lips brushed against her cheek. "Come on baby let's have some fun," he said as he rubbed he hands down her waist.

"No," Sarah whispered, between tears.

"Why not? Don't you want to give your boyfriend a little lovin?" he asked as he licked her lips.

"Keith get off me!" Sarah cried in fear.

"Baby relax, I'll take care of you." Keith slowly undid her shirt as Sarah cried.

"No!" she screamed.

"Oh I think so," he said with a lustful grin.