"You can stay in the guest's room," Jeff said, putting down Kit's bag by the door. "Are you tired?"

"No," she replied. "Thanks Jeff. I really appreciate this."

"It's no problem," he said. "You don't deserve any of the stuff Adam does to you anyway." She grunted and shrugged.

"You have a lovely house," she said, looking around. She looked at the pictures and smiled warmly, walking around the whole room to study at the photos. "Who's this?" She stepped back and pointed at the picture.

"That's my mom," he said, his voice sounding more weak than before. Kit concluded to shut her mouth and say nothing. "I'll show you your room when you feel sleepy."

"Okay, thanks," she said, turning around a moment to smile at him.

"Ah, I feel like listening to music," Jeff said. He turned on the radio and began to find the station he wanted to listen to.

"No, I want to listen to that one song!" Kit cried out when he passed it.

"Oh," he said, twisting the knob back a few knotches. "This?"

"No." He turned it again. "No. No. No. No. Yeah. Right there."

Would you dance, if I asked you to dance?
Would you run, and never look back?
Would you cry, if you saw me crying
Would you save my soul tonight

Would you tremble, if I touched your lips
Would you laugh, oh please tell me this
Now would you die, for the one you love
Only in your arms tonight

I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

Would you swear that you'll always be mine?
Would you lie, would you run behind?
Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
I don't care, you're here tonight

I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

As Kit listened to that song, she felt a tingly little feeling come over here -- that feeling about Jeff. He was a nice guy. Someone who is the total opposite of Adam.

She looked up to see him in deep thought also. She smiled to herself, as the music continued playing and both sitting in the nice, warm, homely living room.

"Hello?" someone asked. They didn't even hear the door open and shut because they were lost in their own world. "Jeff?"

"Amanda!" he said, jumping up. He ran over to her and hugged her tightly, kissing her quickly on the lips.

Kit watched as the duo held onto each other. "I missed you, babe. But you're home early from Rome. Was it fun?" Jeff asked, still holding her.

"Yeah," she said. "I missed you though."

"Same here," he said. They finally let go of each other as Kit critisized herself for even thinking about Jeff in that way.

"Who's this?" Amanda asked, looking at Kit.

"Her?" Jeff asked, turning around, lost in his own world with Amanda, and forgetting that Kit was still sitting there. Kit half-smiled at the couple. "That's Kit. She's working with me now. She needed a place to stay, so...." Amanda looked at Jeff suspiciously.

"Jeff, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" she asked.

"Sure," Jeff said. "Be back, Kit." Kit nodded and watched the couple walk into the kitchen. Kit looked around. She heard them murmur some things, but as the hands of the clocked ticked by, their voice rised higher and higher. She sighed and waited for Jeff to come back.

One thing she didn't hear was her crying, the sound of one skin smacking the other, glass cracking, things flying and making a dent in the wall, and the girl asking the guy to let go of her hair and to stop.

Kit began to sob. Why couldn't she have someone like Jeff? Yeah, their voices are rising higher and higher as the moments pass by, but the important thing was that they were listening to each other. Even though Amanda asked why Jeff brought Kit home, she didn't acuse him of anything. Even though Amanda was pissed at Jeff, Jeff was still trying to work things out with her.

Kit's jealousy begin to rise as she sat on the couch, listening to the two couple try to work things out -- not scream at each other and get abusive. She didn't want to be there anymore, so she got up and walked out the door.

As Kit continued walking, she kept on thinking back to the way the couple was trying to work things out. She had gotten jealous of Amanda since she had someone like Jeff, but she was trying to tell herself that she should be happy for her because she's not in the same position as her, but no matter what she did, she just kept on having that feeling in her gut -- jealousy.

A car honked and made a U-turn and she turned around. She was about to continue walking, but she heard a fimilar voice. "Kit, is that you?" Matt asked, parking the car by the sidewalk.

"Matt?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "What are you doing out here in the freezing cold?" She walked over to the passenger side and got in.

"It's not cold," she said, turning the heater on higher.

"Right," Matt said.

"Wait, where you going?" Kit asked, as he made the U-turn to go back to his destination.

"Jeff's, where else?"

"No, I don't wanna go there," Kit said. "Drop me off."

"No," he said. "Stay. We'll just talk in the car -- fine with you? Or go back to my place."

"Doesn't matter," she replied. He continued driving, and instead of stopping by Jeff's place, he passed it.

"Something wrong?" Matt asked.

"No," she said. Matt was the last person he wanted to tell that she was jealous of Amanda and Jeff's relationship.

"I know you don't know me that well nor trust me," Matt said. "But I will understand if you told me."

"No, Matt, nothings wrong," she repeated once again. "Where we going?"

"My place," he said.

"Cool." They drove on in silence, until Matt broke it.

"Kit, what is Adam really doing to you?" he asked.

"First, answer mine," she said, looking at him. "Why did you really want to help me, Matt? Didn't you and Amy use to hate my guts to hell? You guys didn't even give a shit that Adam was doing all that to me."

"No, you have to understand my--"

"You're point of view, Matt? Bull!" she shot at him.

"Listen," he said, parking to the side. The last thing he wanted was to start arguing as the car moved and get into an accident. "You have to understand. I just knew that Adam abused you. I didn't know how he abused you... that's why I didn't really care. I didn't know he abused you to the limit where you can barely walk."

"Bull shit, Matt!" she screamed at him, literally popping out of her seat. "You seen the bruises. You've seen the hell I went through. You didn't care. You saw me crying--"

"Listen, I care now, and that's what really matters now doesn't it?" he asked. She looked at him for a second or two and nodded.

"Yah. But Matt -- what am I suppose to do?"

"You have me and Jeff," he said. 'I don't wanna mess with Jeff' she thought to herself. She didn't want to ruin his relationship because of her problems. She already had enough problems as it is, and she didn't want more when she can't even solve them herself.