The first time he saw her he wanted her, it was that simple. She had been wearing a knee-length, tight skirt and her body was flawless. It started out as an innocent feeling, a crush, but as the months progressed it turned into obsession. She was the definition of what a woman should look like, and he found her captivating. Soon he was reading her files at the office, finding out where she lived. He would follow her, but he wanted more. He wanted to talk to her, touch her, and it was clear that she didn't even notice him, wouldn't give him the time of day. But she was just so beautiful, so captivating, that one night, when he was watching her walk into her manse, he snapped.
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Will had left Jack with Karen while he went back to the firm. He was glad that she was asleep when he left because he didn't want her to know where he was going. The elevator doors opened and he stormed through the doors down towards Ted's office. He burst through the door to find him hanging up the phone.
"Mr. Truman, how can I help you?"
"Why her?" The man feigned confusion.
"Why who?"
"Why Karen? You raped her." The man smiled and stood to meet Will's gaze.
"You've been with her, you must know. It wasn't hard to find things out about her. You'd go into your office with her, I'd hear her speak, and then you'd walk out and hand me her file. I watched her every move before I decided that I needed to fuck her, so I did."
Will's fist collided with the man's face before a conversation could be carried any further, he couldn't hear any more of it. Ted fell to the ground, shocked by the sudden impact of Will's fist. Will hurriedly bent over the man and hit him again, repeatedly. He wanted to kill him for what he had done. He wanted to make him feel what Karen had been feeling ever since that haunted night in her manse.
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Karen's cell phone rang at seven o'clock in the evening. She had been sleeping on the couch while Jack watched television, and the sudden ring frightened her. She reached for the phone and sleepily answered it.
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Her expensive heels were loud against the floor of the police station as she walked to the front desk. She spoke to a couple of officers and was immediately led down a long hallway to the holding cells. She was soon standing in front of a cell, looking down at her lover.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Her voice was cold, even though she hadn't meant for it to sound so harsh. He looked at her and stood from his wooden bench to stand in front of her.
"Just bail me out."
"I can't do that. You have to have your hearing."
"But you can do that 'Karen Walker' thing where people will listen to you. Get me out of here."
"You beat the shit out of some guy and you expect me to just bail you out? We sound like some white-trash couple."
"Karen, bail me out."
"You should have left it alone."
"He raped you."
"I know." The venom was dripping from their voices and there was a sudden movement from the other cell, located down the hall. She turned to look into the eyes of someone who she couldn't even consider a man. He was staring at her. She turned back to Will and gave him a questioning look. "Why is he here?"
"I told the police about it. They arrested him and all they need is for you to identify him."
"How dare you. I expected you to keep my secret and you shout it out to every person who asks." Her stomach hurt and she felt light headed. She couldn't believe what he had done.
"No, Kare, I gave them a motive for my lapse in judgment. But you can get him put away if you only tell them that he was the one."
"You're a fucking liar." Her eyes were filled with tears, but she held them back. Her voice quieted and she stepped closer to him. "Honey, this is how it would happen. I would tell, we would go to court, this would be spread all over my social circle, and in the end he wouldn't get convicted. Then he would find me and do it again. I can't take that chance."
"If you don't tell, he will get out. He already found you, Karen. Take the opportunity to put him away so you can get on with your life. If you do nothing, he will have every opportunity to do it again." She blinked and a tear fell down her cheek. She had the upper hand in the situation, but what if it did no good? She hated to recognize that Will was right. She looked at the man down the hall, his sickening eyes watching her every move. It was disgusting. She hated him. She had to do something. She took a deep breath and kissed him in between the bars. Then, she turned to find a police officer. She made her statement and that was it, so simple. It was the beginning of something that she had never wanted to initiate.