DISCLAIMER: Guess what! I don't own The Office! I know, I'm shocked too (ha-ha)

Pam peered out the window. Where was Jim? He'd left to buy some dinner 20 minutes ago. As she was staring out at the window and looking at the grey clouds something familiar caught Pam's eye. It was a rusty blue truck parked right in front of the house. Pam tried to place it…who did she know who had a truck like that? Then it hit her. Roy. She hadn't thought about Roy in about 3 months. A wave of emotion hit her…fear, anger, regret, sadness. Pam felt her chest tighten. Before she even knew what was happening she marched outside and banged on the truck's door. Roy swung open the door, narrowly missing Pam's head and jumped out.

"Heard you were dating Halpert." He said gruffly.

"Roy, get out of here. I…I mean it. Jim is going to be back any second and I can ring the police at-"

"So it's true. You're dating Halpert." He didn't ask it, it was a statement. "You were engaged to me just 5 months ago, Pam."

"I'm dating Jim, Roy. Get out of here, I mean it!" She warned him. And then his hand raised, an all too familiar sight for Pam. When he hit her, she barely even saw it coming; it was just a quick blur, a flash out of the corner of her eye and then the side of her face exploded in pain, burning as his hand slammed against her. The noise was a crack, exactly like a gunshot. At that very moment a clap of thunder sounded and rain poured down immediately. Pam reeled back, her head hitting against the truck door. Pam's ears were ringing from the smack, her face burning and instantly her tears mingled with the raindrops on her face.

"Oh, my God." Pam said blankly.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again Pam." Roy snapped in a low, rough voice.

"Get in the truck, Pam." He ordered harshly.

"No!" Pam said, surprised at the strength in her voice. Her head was still spinning, Roy had never hit her so hard and her cheek felt tight and hot.

"Get in!" He yelled.

"Roy." Pam tried to keep her voice even, she nervously glanced around. Where was Jim? "I said no. You better leave me alone or I'm calling the police!" She began walking back into the house when Roy spun her around and slapped her in the face. Before she could even register what was happened he shoved her hard. This time, Pam fell back. She felt herself tumbling backwards losing balance and falling, hitting the pavement her elbows scraping hard as she tried to catch herself. Her face still stung and she was already soaking wet from the rain, her dress muddy from the ground.

"Get up." Roy said. Pam could her someone's TV in the background and the rain, pounding in her head. He yanked her to her feet, and she stumbled, trying to duck as she saw his fist growing closer. It hit her right in her left eye sending her vision into a flurry of colour. She fell back again, bits of grass clinging to her wet skin. It was slippery and itchy against her bare skin. There were rings of angry red all over her arms where Roy had grabbed her. She rolled over, in a half hearted attempt to get away from Roy, from the pain, the fear. Everything hurt. Her eye, her cheeks, her arms, her elbows, her head. Roy kicked her angrily in her back and her stomach. Pam whimpered. Roy was going berserk now, just kicking and kicking Pam.

"Halpert! I'm going to kill him!" Roy said furiously. Pam felt sharp pains all over where he had hurt her. She could feel her old bruises too, like shadows from the past. She was tired. Worn thin. She couldn't go on like this. Her bare skin was cold now, from the rain and the wind, exposed under the pools of glowing streetlight. Where was Jim? She prayed for one of the neighbours to look out the window and see what was happening. Anyone. Even the crazy guy across the street who rode that old bicycle every morning at 2am, the one with all the birds.

"Let me tell you something Pam." Roy whispered unkindly, leaning over so that he was in Pam's face. She could smell the beer on his breath.

"You cannot just break up with me and turn to the next guy waiting in line. You gotta treat Roy Anderson with respect. You hear me? You better remember that. Don't ever treat me like this again. Don't ever talk to me like that again…" Roy looked like he wanted to say more but instead he just slapped her once more in the face, hard and ran back to his truck. Pam laying, crying, shaking in the grass, listening to the rumble of his truck start up and drive away. She felt like a thin grey thread. Maybe she'd pretended that she'd forgotten about Roy. But she hadn't. After months, she still felt the ache of her old bruises. She felt like she was underwater, trying to push to the surface, trying to breathe. She didn't understand anything anymore. Roy had left scars. Invisible ones under the skin. 10 years worth of scars. He'd treated her like dirt, she felt like nothing now. All she could feel was pain. Dread. Fear. Hurt. It wasn't over. It would never be over. Pam moaned, tears trickling down her face.

"Oh Jim. Where are you?" She whispered sadly into the grass.

Wow, that was long! For me at least. Seriously, guys please review! I really want to know what you think! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. I'm planning to continue this story (come on, how could I leave Pam helpless on the ground?) So…please stay tuned. xx