A.N: Thanx again for the amazing reviews. Before I wrote this I took a few tests on for some inspiration (don't ask). I used the lyrics from Sarah McLachlan's "Stupid". Hope you enjoy it!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Will and Grace in any way, nor do I own any part of "Stupid", I also do not know Sarah McLachlan personally.

Chapter Four: Forbidden Love/Selfish Choice

"Stan…I-"

"Don't say anything." His face maintained the same painful stare as he moved closer to her. "I don't want to hear any of your bull shit."

"What are you doing?" Karen backed towards the bottom of the stair case as he continued to move closer to her.

"It shouldn't matter to you what I'm doing. You should be more worried about what I WILL do to you." Karen tripped on the bottom step and quickly stood back up. Tears filled her normally sparkling eyes as Stan knocked her to the ground with his fist.

Night lift up the shades let in the brilliant light of morningbut steady me now for I am weak and starving for mercy.

"Stan stop!" Karen sat crying on the stairs as he mercilessly stared down at her with cold dark eyes.

"You should have thought about this." Stan grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. He stared her down for a while as she pleaded with him.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You know why Karen. I gave you everything, you're nothing without me. If you're lucky you might be able to tell your friend, that you will never see him again."

"What?" Karen turned pale and her eyes again flooded with tears.

"I won't forgive you." Stan dragged her into the living room and smacked her across the face. She stood and took it, just like always, but this…this…wasn't just a regular beating. As she looked into his once loving eyes, she saw that he wanted to kill her, and nothing would stop him.

Sleep has left me alone to carry the weight of unraveling where we went wrong

He pinned her against the wall and started to choke her. Karen continued to plead with him, but he was lost among his demons. Then, she had an idea, if she could shove herself up against the bookshelf and hit it hard enough, the glass jar on top of it might fall. She waited until his grip barely loosened and then moved, the shelf fell and the jar came tumbling down and hit him on the head. He fell to the ground, but was still breathing. Karen took the chance and ran out the door. Once she was in the elevator she dialed Jack's number.

And all I can do to hang on, to keep me from falling into old familiar shoes

"Hello?" He said.

"Jack," She said still crying. "He tried to kill me."

"What?!?" Jack screamed into the phone.

"I'll be over in a few minuets." Karen hung up the phone and called for driver to meet her out front. She felt like she was going to black out as she climbed into the limo and they sped away.

"Mrs. Walker? Are you alright?" Her driver asked as she passed out quietly in the backseat. When they reached the apartment building Driver climbed out of the car and got the door-man. They carried her into the elevator and took her up to Jack's floor.

Jack heard the elevator and flew out of his apartment. "Driver what's-"

"She wanted to come here, I knew it was best." Driver carried Karen to Jack's couch and laid her down.

"Thank you." Jack said.

"It's alright, Mr. Walker went crazy." He looked at Karen, turned and left.

Jack sat down next to the couch and looked at Karen, he began to cry when he saw what Stan had done to her. There was dried blood in her hair from being shoved against the wall. His nails had dug into her wrist so hard that he had broken the skin, and her mouth was bleeding. She began to come to and looked at Jack with a sad and tired expression.

"Oh Poodle. Am, am I alright?" She smiled faintly at him.

"You're going to be fine."

How stupid could I bea simpleton could see, that you're no good for me but you're the only one I see

Back at the mansion Stan woke up on the floor. He sat and stared at the blood stain on the wall for a moment, then stood and walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Karen slowly sat up and Jack soon sat next to her, wiping the blood off of her face. "You don't have to do that." Karen said.

"No, it's alright. Besides I love you, so it doesn't matter."

"I love you too." Karen began to cry again.

"What's wrong?"

"I love you so much, but I can't, he'll hurt you. I couldn't stand that." Karen held her face in her hands.

"Hey." Jack lifted her face. "Don't worry, I won't let him hurt either one of us, okay?"

"Alright." Karen let a small smile make it's way across her face as Jack took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

Love has made me a fool set me on fire and watched as I flounderedunable to speak except to cry out and wait for your answer, and you come around in your time speaking of fabulous places createan oasis that dries up as soon as you're gone

Stan went to his closet and opened one of the dressers. He rummaged through the drawers until he found his shot gun.

you leave me here burning in this desert without you.

Jack leaned her back onto a pillow so her head would be alright as he continued to kiss her. Karen was lost in the thought of Jack's body on hers and soon, almost, forgot about Stan.

How stupid could I bea simpleton could see that you're no good for me but you're the only one I see.

Stan walked to the bathroom and closed the door. He looked into the mirror and wondered what he had become in the past few years. Before he had started beating her, Karen had been a loving wife, but it was different now. It was all his fault.

Everything changes everything falls apartI can't stand to feel myself losing control. In the deep of my weakness I know

Jack picked Karen up and carried her to the bed. He slowly took her clothes off, and then his. They began to gently make love, and did so through the night.

How stupid could I bea simpleton could see that you're no good for me but you're the only one I see.

Stan put the gun to his head…and pulled the trigger.

The next morning, Karen woke to the phone ringing. She slowly stood and felt the pain of the beating she had taken as she walked to the phone. "Hello?" She asked sleepily.

"Ms. Karen," Rosario's frantic voice reached Karen's ears and her eyes shot open. "It's Stan."