Karen walked up to the door of her mansion and took a deep breath. She felt like she was taking advantage of Will and Grace's hospitality, and she knew that they had to be tired of her. She wanted to move on, let go of what happened to her. It was probably too soon, but she needed to be busy in order to forget.

She walked through the door and slowly went up the stairs. She was standing in front of her bedroom door, for the second time since the incident, but she couldn't bring herself to turn the doorknob. Maybe it was too soon. There was no rush to get back into her home, certainly not from any of her friends. She turned around to head for the stairs, but screamed loudly when she bumped into someone.

"Are you trying to kill my ears?" His hands were over his ears and he was shaking his head, trying to relieve the ringing.

"Will? What the hell are you doing here?" She pushed him from her and tried to control her breathing, a hand on her chest.

"I was coming to visit Grace and I saw you leaving work early. So I followed you."

"Honey, do you know how creepy that is? What if I didn't want you to know where I was going?" She began to walk towards the stairs, but he stopped her once again. She felt a small jolt through her stomach when his hand touched hers and she quickly turned around to face him. They looked into each other's eyes for only a moment.

"Open the door, Kare." His eyes were soft and full of meaning. Their hands remained fused and she shook her head, looking down to the floor.

"I don't think I can, honey. I thought I could, but it's too soon." Her eyes met his and she smiled, too fake for comfort. "Come on, I'll buy you coffee."

"After."

"Honey…" He cut her off with a stern look. They both knew that he had a sort of power of her, her actions. With one look he could make her do almost anything, and it scared her. She took a deep breath and walked closer to the door, her nose almost touching the oak.

Will's hand was being squeezed in hers as she turned the knob and threw the door open. The room looked peaceful, almost exactly how it would if she were still living there. But it was dark, the curtains were drawn and there was a layer of dust covering the surfaces. Her maids were still living and working at the mansion, but her room was off limits. Nobody was allowed in there, not even to clean.

She kicked her shoes off, confusing Will, and stepped through the door. It shouldn't have been so difficult, it was just a room. But for Karen it was a nightmare, utterly hellish. Her feet touched the soft carpet and her mind began to replay the events of that night.

"I heard noises from downstairs. He must have come in here when I was trying to figure out what was going on." Her brow furrowed and he listened intently. She was finally revealing the events from that evening. "I unzipped my dress and got ready to take it off when he shoved a gun into my back. I was so scared, honey."

She walked over to a metal divider that accented the room, separating the bed from the rest of it. Her hand let go of his and she reached out to touch the decoration, leaving a handprint in the dust. Her eyes scanned the bed and slowly made it to the floor. There was a darkened spot where her blood had stained the carpet. She cringed and took a deep breath.

"I thought he was just going to take some jewelry and leave, but he started putting his hands on me. I didn't move." She lay down on the floor where she had once been forced to remain, in the exact position that she had been in. She crossed her ankles and lifted her hands above her head. "He held me down like this." Tears fell from her eyes and she bit her lip to stop it from trembling. Will wanted to know what happened, but he wasn't sure if he could hear it. He didn't even want to imagine what had happened to her.

"Karen…"

"'Shut up, Karen, or I'll kill you!' That's what he said when I tried to get him off of me. 'You're going to shut up and lay there and I'm going to fuck your brains out!'" She sniffled and cleared her voice as she remembered, so vividly. She sounded cold, a voice that Will had never heard from her. Tears began to fall from his eyes as well. "Then he put his gun to my head and I shut up, and I just laid here, and he…" She couldn't finish, she was trembling too much. Will was quick to her side and he ran his hand through her hair.

"You don't have to say it." Her voice was loud when she found it and it made him cringe.

"It hurt so badly, Will, and I just let him do it. I laid her and let him fuck me, just like he said he was going to do." She sat up and met his eyes, never bothering to wipe away her tears. "He knew my name. I don't know how, but he knew my name and I can still hear him saying it in my head. I should have done something, but I let it happen."

"Oh, sweetie." He reached forward and pulled her into a hug. He didn't use her name, given what she had just said. "It's not your fault."

"I have to get out of here." He didn't wait for more as he stood from their embrace and helped her from the ground. He rushed her out of the room and closed the door behind them. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall and facing the door of her bedroom.

"What are you doing?" His voice was soft and full of empathy. He sat down next to her, their hips touching, and took her hand in his.

"Will, I have to move."

"You can live with me for a while."

"No, honey, I'm imposing. Grace doesn't like me there and I can't keep depending on you. I need to find an apartment or something. I don't live here anymore." She continued to stare at the door, a sigh escaping from her lips. "Where do I belong, Will?"