Reba ran as fast as she possibly could—she was afraid of what would happen to her if she didn't. She knew the car was backing out if the drive way at a fast speed, so she ran with everything she could. She tripped a little once and she lucky she caught herself, but she lost some time.

Once she made it to Brock's house she could hear the wheels turning the corner: he was almost there. She started pounding on Brock's door as hard as she could. "BROCK! BROCK LET ME IN!" Reba yelled at the door, "PLEASE! BROCK! HURRY!"

"Coming, hold on," Brock calmly yelled back at the door.

"Brock…hurry! Please!" She begged him. Just then she heard the car door slam and she knew she was done for. Kevin had gotten out of his car and he was quickly walking towards her. Oh god! She thought as she put her back to the door. Please Brock! Don't let him get me!

Just then, Brock opened the door, and Reba fell into the house. Brock caught her. "CLOSE IT! SHUT THE DOOR!" she yelled at Brock, Kevin was so close she could see the anger in his eyes. Brock raced to the door, shut, and locked it. He had never seen Reba this frightened. She had red welts all over her body and a few cuts. Paper cuts? Brock thought.

"What the hell happened to you?!" He looked as if he was in shock while he examined Reba.

"We got into a little fight back at the house. I'm ok," she gave him a little smile.

"Reba, it didn't look ok a few seconds ago when you were screaming for me to close the door before he could get at you! Now, talk to me!" Brock demanded.

"He said that he wanted to have another baby, and I told him that I didn't feel we needed anymore kids, and then he got angry and told me that everything is always up 2 me. That I'm selfish. He's right, I should just go home and try to make things better so he doesn't leave," she said in a rush. She got up and started towards the door.

"Reba, no, I can't let you go back there and get hurt again. Please, at least stay until BJ and the kids get here? I love you too much to let you get hurt like that," he said softly pushing her arm in his direction.

"Ow!" she cringed when he touched her arm. Brock looked a little confused, so he gently rolled up her sleeve to find a horrible looking bruise where Kevin had held onto while dragged Reba around the house.

"What…?" he looked up at her, but she couldn't look at him, she was too ashamed. "Reba, how long has he been doing this to you?"

Reba looked at her feet, "Don't worry, he's only done it once before and it wasn't this bad. He doesn't mean it, he just gets angry with stupid things I do sometimes."

"Reba…" he whispered. He couldn't believe that anyone could hurt someone so wonderful and beautiful. He couldn't help himself; he just leaned forward and kissed her. Reba's heart fluttered uncontrollably. Reba was so confused right now, she didn't know what she was doing but she decided that she was going to kiss him back, her heart still racing out of control. Reba was the first to pull away.

"Brock, if Kevin ever found out-," she said, her breathing heavy.

"Who's telling?" he asked, not expecting an answer. He pulled her hand over to the couch and Reba sat down, then Brock looked at her for a while, trying to understand what she was thinking. He started to lean towards her as if to kiss her, still looking into her eyes to see how she really felt. She leaned forward too, and closed her eyes. Brock knew this was right. He knew that she loved him.

Brock stopped for a second and Reba looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, common," he motioned for her to get up. She felt so safe here with Brock. She would do anything, just to stay here with him. He led Reba upstairs. They had a little time on their hands until BJ and the kids got home…

After a while of just laying in Brock's bed, they heard the front door open. They didn't hear a bunch of people come in, just one. Reba took a minute and she realized—Kevin went home and found Brock's house key, "It's Kevin!" Reba gasped, "Get dressed!" she threw Brock's clothes at him as she turned around and got dressed herself. In a panic she couldn't help but think to herself: It could have been ANYONE but Kevin!

"Reba, where the HELL are you?!" Kevin screamed out in the house, "If you come out now I promise we can go home and talk about this." He said, obviously trying to calml himself.

Reba turned to Brock and whispered, "I better go."

Brock was shocked that she would be ok going home with that…that monster! "Reba, please stay. You can sleep up here, I'll sleep on the couch, just don't go home with him, he's dangerous," he whispered back.

"REBA NELL SMITH!" Kevin yelled, like she was a child.

"He's getting mad Brock! I have to go!" She ran across the room, threw her arms around Brock's neck, and kissed Brock one more time. Then she turned around, walked out the door, and walked downstairs.

"What were you doing upstairs, Reba?!" He said in an angry tone.

"Nothing, I was helping Brock straighten up Kyra's room." She lied. She hated lying. She hated people who lied. She hated the person Kevin was turning her into, "Can we go home now?" she begged him.

"No, we need to talk, and I'm not going anywhere until we work this out!" He took a step in her direction and she took a step back, her heal touching the last step—nowhere to go, she was stuck…again. No one noticed Brock when he took a few steps down the stairs to watch what was happening, "Why did you feel you needed to run to your ex's house?!"

"Well, I-I…" She didn't know what to say.

"Oh, here we go again, I, ME, MY!! You? You what?!" he took a few more steps in her direction.

"Can we just go home? Please! I don't want to fight here, Brock is upstairs. We should leave," she didn't want Brock to hear them fight.

"NO!" he shoved her back so she fell on the stairs. Reba's hit the stairs hard. Brock jerked forward a little but stopped himself, he didn't want to make things worse but if he touched her one more time he was going down there.

"Kevin! BJ is bringing the kids home soon, Brock is upstairs, and we need to go home!" She told him, her voice cracking on the word 'home'. She didn't want to go home with him, but she didn't want Brock to have to watch this. She knew he was watching on the top of the stairs; she saw him when she fell.

"I don't CARE about YOUR stupid ass kids, or YOUR dumb friend, or YOUR ex! I care about US not THEM!" Reba started to cry, "FINE! YOU WANT TO GO HOME?! LET'S GO!" He grabbed Reba's arm, in the same spot he had before, where her bruise was.

"Ouch!" She yelled at him as he grabbed her sore spot.

"Ok! THAT is ENOUGH!" Brock said as he came down the stairs, "Let her go Kevin!"

"Who are you to tell me what to do? She is MY wife and I will take her where I please!" He said giving Brock an annoyed look.

"I don't care. She is not YOURS. Let her go!" He yelled, as he continued down the stairs. He didn't know what he was doing, Kevin was so much bigger then he was. He had to look calm and confident and maybe he would just leave.

"Brock…please…just go back upstairs, we'll be gone in a minute," she smiled and gave him a look like she was saying "please!"

"No, I think Kevin needs to leave, you can stay here for the night until he calms down," he looked at Kevin.

"FINE!" Kevin said. He pushed her arm away from him, shoving and unsteady Reba into the wall next to her. From there she fell forward onto Brock. He looked down at her and smiled, he was truly Reba's hero. Then the door slammed and Reba jumped at the loud noise.

"Now you wanted to go home with that?!" He asked.

"No, but I didn't want us to stay here and fight in front of you, I'm sorry about him. He doesn't mean it. He can't help it, he just gets angry easily."

"Reba, stop. You know this isn't normal, it's not right! I never hit you like that! And look what a mess he turned you into!! Not only do you have welts and paper cuts all over you, but you are sticking up for him! This isn't healthy…" He lectured her. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes: she already knew that. She knew that she shouldn't stay around, but she just couldn't help it, she didn't want to leave him.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" she asked him, half teasingly.

"You're supposed to stay here with me, and never leave," he said tightening his grip around her waist.

"And Barbra Jean?"

Brock took a deep breath and said, "We're getting a divorce."

"What?! When?! Why?!" Reba said, shocked.

"Well, you know we haven't been getting along, and Reba, I love you." He never took his eyes off her face.

"What?" Reba asked, looking a little less shocked, because really she already knew.

"Reba, I love you. I've told myself a million times that it's not right, but it is. I hate myself for what I did to you 3 years ago. Please, stay here with me. Barbra Jean doesn't even sleep here anymore; she has an apartment she is working on moving into. We were going to tell the kids soon, this would be the perfect excuse!" He said. He was getting more excited by the second. Reba loved to see him so happy; she let out a little giggle.

"Ok!" she said, a little excited.

All that was left to do was tell the family and Kevin. This wasn't going to be easy…