A/N: Hey guys! I know that I haven't posted in so long! I'm so sorry. I've been so busy with school and acting, and this chapter was really important so I tried not to rush. So, for all the ones still interested, here's my next chapter. It's a little short, but we're just about to get somewhere big. Bare with me? Thanks for all the reviews, you've been help. It helps to know people are actually reading. I love all. :)

Pam hesitantly stood in front of the door to their home. She wanted to look back at Jim, but she didn't want to see his eyes filled full of regret for letting her leave his car because she could give into those eyes. But like a strong solider would do in a battle, she trudged on, only to find Roy totally wasted; nothing worth fighting for. That was the only reason she needed to run back outside and chase after Jim's car.

Roy looked up from the work out show he always watched yet never followed. All he did was relax on the recliner and stuff his face. He said he would get to it but first he had to watch the show to see if he liked the workouts.

He'd been watching it for about a month.

"Where you been…out with Jimmy?" He downed the last of his beer to make his words slower than they already were.

Ugly remarks and hassle from someone who supposedly loved her was something she was used to. She knew how to deal with him by now. If she only had a dollar for every time she came home to this…

"Yes. We grabbed a bite to eat, and talked over some things."

"Out to eat." Roy used his fingers to quotation what he said.

"Yes."

"What ya eat? Show me the receipt." He let out an obnoxious burp.

Attractive. "I don't have it. Jim paid."

"I asked what ya eat."

"French toast."

"Breakfast? What did ya talk over?" Roy's slow talking got more annoying.

"Work, mostly." She lied

"Do you think…I'm that dumb? You think…I fucking believe you, Pam?" he stood up as he placed his beer bottle on the coffee table leaving a condensation ring.

You think I fucking believe you? Pam stared at him and thought hard on what she was going to say or do next. She didn't dare sit down her purse or take off her jacket. Getting comfortable would only show she was open to fighting. No, not this time. She would not let him talk to her that way. Jim's words crawled back into her mind. "I believe you." Jim had told her. That's what was different about Roy and Jim. She deserved someone who would believe her, trust her, and have faith in her. And Jim did.

"We're done." She said confidently. It doesn't matter if I wait until he is sober, there will be a fight no less.

"S'cuse me?" He took a step towards her, causing her posture to stiffen.

She didn't want to be scared of her own fiancé, but when he was drunk and mad it would be senseless not to be prepared for anything.

Pam said in a clear stern voice, "You heard me, Roy. I can't keep letting you treat me like I'm nothing! I deserve more than that! Hell if I know why it took me so long to see that, but we're over. The wedding's off!" She spat. Then she took off her engagement ring and placed in on the coffee table next to his beer.

"You're not leaving me." His words began to slur more just as he was becoming determined.

"You can't stop me." This was the first time Pam had been so demanding towards Roy in her entire life and it frightened her to death.

Pam walked to her room, grabbed a duffel bag from her closet and started shoving shirts, pants, and work clothes into it. She went over to her chest of drawers and quickly took underwear and socks from it.

Roy came stomping in. Before Pam had time to react, he had grabbed the duffel bag from her hands and thrown it on the bed. He forcefully grasped her wrists and brought her close to his face. The smothering smell of his breath surrounded her nose, while his sticky, sweaty body odor radiated off of him, enclosing the space around them.

"You," He breathed out on her face, "are not leaving me. Don't talk to me like that again."

The smell of his beer breath made her gag. Pam tried to worm her way out from his grip, but couldn't, and realized she wouldn't be able to. "You don't think I don't know what this is about? Little Jimmy boy thinks he can steal you away? Hm, we'll see. You aren't leaving me. You hear that?" His grip tightened making sure she knew just what he meant.

"I'm sorry. I'll stay." Pam stared at his appalling face.

He threw her hands back to her side. "You won't try to leave me again. I love you." Roy, apparently drunkenly satisfied, went back to the living room.

Pam sat on the bed and mulled it all over in her head. Being told by her own disgusting fiance that she wasn't allowed to leave him showed that he believed he had power over her. Being untold by her best friend that he loved her showed that he believed in respect for her because she was promised to another man. And that's all she needed to realize.

Pam waited until Roy passed out to finish packing her duffel bag. She packed everything she might need for the next week. Toothbrush, razor, shampoo, her make-up, more clothes, phone charger, and any extra things that would fit. Then she found her phone to call Jim. It took 4 rings and he answered.

"Hello?" his voice calmed all the nerves Pam thought she had.

"Yeah, hey, it's Pam."

"Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"Um, can…can you pick me up and take me to a hotel?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Let me put on some shoes. I'll be on my way."

"Can you hurry? Roy's passed out, and I need to leave before he wakes up."

"Got it. Be there soon."

"Thanks. Bye."

Jim hung up before he said goodbye. She didn't think Roy would wake, but just to be sure, she wanted to leave as soon as possible. It took him 20 minutes to get here.

Pam gently opened the front door, duffel bag in hand, and walked out the door. The thing that crossed her mind when she left Roy wasn't if she was making the right decision or not, it was that she didn't have the desire to look back at him like she did for Jim.

Thanks for reading. A review would be helpful. Hold in there! The story is getting somewhere. ;) Since I'm on break, I should have the next one posted in a week? I've started it, so stay tuned!