"You little slut!" Fillipe was raging. Sara had just this second stepped through the door from work. She had a stressful day; two patients had died in the emergency room today, one of them a 6-month-old baby. All she wanted to do was change into her gym gear and run off her stress for an hour at the gym.

"What the…" Sara was dumbfounded by his outburst.

"Don't 'what the' me Sara, I found your friend's business card in your jeans!"

Her mind went blank. What card? Then she remembered; Michael had handed her a business card and she had forgotten all about it.

"It's a card Fillipe, not a marriage proposal."

"Don't get smart with me Sara!" He grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the sofa. "Explain yourself to me!"

"Michael was the man I was speaking too in the bar," she began. She had to create a lie on her toes. She couldn't tell her fiancée that Michael's blue eyes were the ones she thought about before bed. "He er, left medicine as he couldn't deal with the stress of losing patients. He set up an engineering firm with his brother. I told him how my father needed a company to potentially redo his house and Michael asked me to put him in contact if he needed work." She exhaled. It seemed convincing enough.

"I don't believe you," he snarled. "You're a slut Sara, I've given you that big diamond, a nice apartment, fancy dinners and it's still not enough for you! You want to sneak around with a glorified builder!"

"Shut up!" She yelled, quickly losing her cool. "You don't even know me! Three years we've spent together and you still don't know that fancy restaurants and designer bags do not interest me!"

"You're a little ungrateful woman Sara, I give you everything and you still sneak about!"

"Don't you dare! You walk around on your high horse, thinking your shit don't stink, well guess what Fillipe, I'm done. Screw you and your expensive dinners!" But before she could leave, he grabbed her roughly and smacked her hard across the face. The world stopped for a moment; Fillipe stepped back, in awe of how he had just behaved, Sara's hands found their way to her face and tears began to fall on her stinging cheek.

"Oh gosh, Sara, Sara I'm so sorry, what can I say?" He pleaded with her. She looked at him for a second, not recognizing the monster standing in front of her. How had it all come to this? He took a step towards her and she recoiled, terrified of him.

"Don't come near me," she whispered.

"Sara, baby, please!"

"I said don't!" She twisted the large diamond off her finger and threw it at him. "Don't ever come near me again!"

She ran out of the apartment and down 8 flights of stairs two by two, ignoring his pleas behind her. She ran out of the apartment block and into the night. She pulled out her cell phone and without knowing why, dialed Michael's number from the business card. He picked up after the third ring.

"Hello?" He sounded half asleep.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"Who is this?"

"It's, its Sara," she said quietly into the receiver. She was sat in a late night diner.

"Sara? Is everything ok?" She noticed the concern in his husky voice.

"I'm sorry," she began. "I don't know why I called you, forgive me, bye Michael,"

"Wait!" He yelled down the phone. "Sara, don't hang up."

"I'm still here," a quiet voice croaked.

"Are you ok?"

"Not really," she choked and a sob escaped her throat.

"Where are you?"

"I'm sitting in Dusty's Diner, you know opposite the gas station."

"I'll be right there Sara, stay there." He rung off and for a minute she felt stupid. Why did she call him of all people?! What was he going to do to help? Not a lot. She sighed and put her head in her hands, cursing to herself.