"Karen, you've been living in my pajamas for two days. Why don't we go and pack you a suitcase or something?" She looked over at him from her place on the couch, bottle of gin in hand.

"I don't want to." Her reply was simple, but he couldn't help getting slightly aggravated with her nonchalant manner.

"Well, maybe if you had some clothes then you'd at least leave my apartment."

"Honey, are you saying that you're sick of me?" She tossed the blanket off of her lap and stood, fully facing him. "I can leave if you don't want me here, but you're the one who invited me in the first place."

"No, I don't want you to leave. I just want you to get off your ass." His eyes met hers, and he could tell that his words didn't even break the surface of her exterior. She had been taking pills that he could only imagine what they were, and her eyes were glazed over. "You look like shit. What are you on?"

"Fine, I'll go." She picked up her purse and slipped into a pair of flats that she had worn when she got there. She shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair. "But you have to come with me."

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He couldn't believe that she didn't even care enough to brush her hair before she tried to rush him out the door. He wouldn't take it though; he brought a comb and fixed her hair in the back of the limo. She didn't care, didn't even try to push him away.

They walked to the front door of the mansion, but she suddenly stopped, not wanting to go further. Her hand gripped his and he looked over to find her battling tears. It was an unusual sight, and he wasn't sure how to handle it. She wasn't hysterical like she was the night of her assault, but he could tell that she was freaking out.

She cleared her voice and opened the door, pulling him through it with her. The mansion seemed peaceful, and she could smell the cleaning products lingering in the air. After a moment of looking around the room, she pulled him up the stairs with her. They stopped moving in front of her bedroom door, a place where she never wanted to go again. Will didn't let her panic begin to rise before he opened the door and pulled her into the room. She gasped at the way that he had so roughly moved her body, and she frowned when she looked into her room.

"Will, I don't want to be here." She began to hurry away from the room, but he grasped her hand tighter. "Damn it, Will, let go."

"No." His eyes met hers in a severe motion, stern almost. "We're already here, and you need clothes. Just take a deep breath and do it. You're not a coward."

She nodded and took a deep breath. They walked into the room, and she hurried to her closet, never looking towards her bed, the scene of the pain. She turned on the lights and rushed over to get a couple of suitcases. They were large, and it looked like she was prepared to pack to leave forever. He honestly wouldn't have minded, and she probably wouldn't have either. They both began packing clothes that she would need and shoes as well. She walked through the connecting door to her bathroom and opened her cabinet. Will watched as she opened her large purse and began to fill it with pills and bathroom necessities.

They left the mansion in a quick fashion and loaded her suitcases into the limo. As Driver took them back to Will's apartment, Karen reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of pills. She took two, without water, and sighed as she leaned her head back against the seat. He watched in silence, fully aware that she did not want to be bothered by his comments about her bad habits. She intertwined their fingers, reassuringly.