This was only meant to be a oneshot, but SOMEONE made me continue! (Lol, that's me, Cara xx) MY KEYBOARD! Sorry to anyone reading this, but hey! So anyway, I continued it. It has three more elements a 'Key', 'Diary' and a 'Crossword'.

'What's up hunni?'

'It's…Hagen.'

'Hagen? What about him?' Eric's Cuban voice began to show a hint of anger, however hard he tried to hide it.

'He came to my flat…and he slapped me.'

'He WHAT! Cal, when?'

'Just now…he was here!'

'Cal, I'm coming over RIGHT NOW!'

'No! Don't, I just wanted to be able to hear a friendly voice! I want to be by myself right now.'

'Cal…'

'Eric…please.'

'Can I come over later?'

'Sure, just later.'

'5ish?'

'Huffah'

'HUFFAH?'

'Sorry! When I was little, my brothers and I made up a code! Huffah was yes, and Noggin was no. '

'Okaay, Calleigh, are you sure your OK? He didn't knock you out?'

'No! I just remembered it.'

'OK Cal, cya later.'

Eric hung up the phone and looked at it. Had Calleigh just said those things?

Calleigh put down the phone. The only reason she didn't want Eric to come over, was the fact that she didn't even want Eric, who had seen her at her lowest moments, to see her this weak over some random guy. She couldn't help herself, to be so scared of Hagen. She went and got her diary out and started writing

There was a knock on Calleigh's door. Calleigh looked up from her writing, and then looked at her clock. It was 5 o'clock exactly. She looked back through her diary, and saw she had written roughly 23 pages. She had got so carried away. She dropped the diary, and went to answer the door. Eric was standing in the doorway, standing exactly the same way Hagen had. She stood to the side and let him in. She went into the kitchen, and casually asked,

'Do you wanna a beer or something?'

'Sure.' Came the reply.

'Calleigh rooted around in the fridge, past the comfort chocolate, she bought basically every day, to find the beer. She came out of the fridge, and straightened up, with two bottles of beer in her hands. Eric looked at her and his hands dropped to his sides, and he went over to her.

'Calleigh! Is this where he hit you?'

'Ow! Yes! How did you know?'

'Because it's bruised! Cal, you should do something.'

Calleigh put the beers down on a table and walked over to a mirror, and saw that indeed on her left cheek she had a bruise the size of a golf ball. She sniffed and went to sit on her sofa. Eric could sense her distress. He went to sit next to her, and took hold of her hand.

'Cal, don't worry'

Calleigh looked up at Eric and smiled. She had fresh tears in her eyes. Suddenly a key was being turned in the lock. Calleigh knew who it was immediately. The only person who had a key to her flat and didn't know that you had to push the door first, and then open it. Eric got up and looked at her.

'It's Hagen…' Calleigh whispered and looked frightened 'He still has a key!'

'What? Cal, I'm going to go into the bedroom, he will hurt you more if we are together!' He bent down to pick up a half-done crossword.

'Do this. He won't suspect anything then.'

Eric walked into the bedroom, and left Calleigh sitting nervously on the couch, trying to do a crossword.