A\n: I know everyone is worried about Keith, heehee. So here's the next chapter…even though you won't necessarily find out just yet. It's a tad short too, so a longer one will be up tomorrow probably! By the way, they DO give Keith's dad's name in the run-down of actors and characters, so, Henry is legitimate! YAY!

God Bless, and enjoy!

Sarah

Keith swallowed thickly. "Get off me, Marques."

Rafael's grip on his shoulder tightened.

"No, I don't think I will."

He grabbed his throat with one hand now, and still gripped his shoulder with the other. Then, in one swift motion, he had him pinned against the hood of his truck. Keith didn't fight back; his shoulders and back ached from the blow.

"Why did you think you could just take her like that?"

"I didn't take anything. You never had her if she left that easily."

Rafael punched him in the face, hard, then and Keith winced in pain. His body was so weak; he wasn't strong enough to fight this. He remained silent. Rafael punched his stomach now, then face, then throat. Keith joked as he struggled to breath.

"I'll get her back, Zetterstrom, and you better stay away from her."

"She chose me." Keith rasped quietly.

"No! You brainwashed her!"

A blow to the head now.

Blackness blurred Keith's vision, and he slumped against Rafael's grasp. After one last punch to the side of his head, Rafael left, yelling something to Keith that he didn't hear. What Keith heard of Rafael's voice sounded as though it were underwater, and finally the blackness overcame him. Then, he fell into unconsciousness.

Henry opened the door with a smile on his face that instantly fell when he saw the look on Natalie's.

"Mr. Zetterstrom, is Keith home? He isn't answering my calls, and he never does that."

Henry shook his head. "I thought he was with you.

Now, Natalie shook her head.

"Oh, well, don't get too worried- he always runs off like this. He likes time away from everything once in awhile."

Natalie nodded and smiled. If that was the case, she knew exactly where to find him.

Natalie made it t the cliff quickly enough, and smiled when she saw Keith's truck. She stepped out then, and walked to the front of it, where she found him slumped against the left, front tire. Thinking he had passed out like she read was a symptom of some chemo, she moved his head to rest against her hands, but her breath hitched in her throat. Blood ran down the side of his face, he was un-conscious, and his breathing was labored. She let his head rest in her lap now, as she quickly maneuvered her cell-phone out of her pocket. Quickly, she called the home phone Keith had called her from moths ago, and asked Henry to come to the cliff as quickly as possible. He replied okay to her frantic voice and hung-up fast.

Tears streamed down her face as she waited for his father to arrive, and tried as best she could to coax him out of un-consciousness. She didn't know how long she ended up sitting there, his blood staining her jeans, before Henry finally pulled up. But once he did, he got out of his car quickly, and knelt beside them.

"W-What happened?"

"I don't know. I know he comes here to think, and when I got here, I found him against the tire." She replied, on the verge of a fresh round of tears.

Henry observed the bruising and blood, his own eyes shimmering with tears. "Who would want to do this to my son?"

Natalie didn't know what to say; her thoughts were a mess. She couldn't make sense of this.

"Let's get him to the hospital. Any injury can cause serious complications while he's on treatment."

His face was grave. He picked up his son effortlessly, as though he had done it many times before, and rested him in the truck bed on the blanket Keith always kept back there.

"Natalie, stay back there with him, please. Make sure his head doesn't move."

She nodded and sat in the back, smoothing his hair down and keeping his head in the same position. Henry turned off his car then, took the keys out of Keith's pocket, then jumped in the driver's seat of the truck.

"Don't leave me now, son." He whispered desperately before glancing at Natalie's crying face in the rearview mirror. "Don't leave her."

They arrived at the hospital quickly and, given Keith's records, he was immediately admitted. It was then, (when he thought Natalie was pacing the hallway, unaware of his actions), that Henry broke down. Natalie heard the sobbing, though, and looked over at him. The waiting room was empty except for Henry, and her heart broke for his loneliness. Keith was all he had.

"Mr. Zetterstrom?" she asked hesitantly.

Henry looked up at her.

"Natalie," he forced a smile. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine; understandable." She took a seat next to him, and rested a hand on his back. "He'll be okay." She willed even herself to believe that. "He's strong."

"I just can't lose my boy." He said, fresh tears appearing in his eyes.

"You won't." she said confidently. "That truck show," she tried joking. "he won't miss that truck show."

It worked: Henry smiled.

"No. No, he wouldn't." he replied, standing.

Natalie stood as well, and pulled as much strength as she could from Keith's father.

Then, for the next few hours, they paced together.