I HAVE WROTE AND DELTED 4 DIFFERENT SCENARIOS FOR THIS CHAPTER. I HOPE I GOT IT RIGHT THIS TIME, LOL.

It has been three days, Ronnie has not come back home, and he has had his phone off ever since he left that night. I am getting worried. I have called his office, his friends, his kids, and no one has heard from him.

I may just be paranoid, but I am worried about him. I am currently driving over to Kix house, I need to talk to him. When I pulled up, I noticed a lot of cars there, he must have company, at this point, I didn't care.

I ran right into his house, not bothering to knock, and found him in the kitchen with his wife, Janine and Narvel. I ran right up to him.

"Well, hi Reba." Kix said, shocked to see me standing there.

"We need to talk." I said.

"Uh, well I am kind of in the middle of something. Can't it wait." I noticed they were playing a card game. Everyone was staring at me.

"No, it can't." I grabbed him by the arm and drug him outside. He stumbled behind me.

"Reba, what is going on?" he asked me when we got outside. I sat down on a seat on his porch.

"Ronnie and I got into a big fight three nights ago. He hasn't come back since, and his phone has been turned off the whole time."

Kix sighed and sat down on the seat beside me. "What happened?"

"Well, you know how he has been going out a lot and coming back drunk?" he nodded. "Well, that night, he was out late again. He came home around 2am, fortunately he wasn't drunk, but I was getting tired of him doing that every night. So I decided to confront him about it. Well, he got mad, as always, and I told him I couldn't keep doing this. And he got mad, and called me a controlling and demanding person, and he said we're through and left. I haven't heard or seen from him since, no one has, and I am very worried." I started to get upset, and Kix grabbed me into a hug.

"Oh, honey. I'm sure he's fine, he just needs time to cool down, you know how Ronnie can be." We let go of each other.

"I know I am probably overreacting, but he doesn't seem to be the same person lately, he has changed, I don't know how to explain it."

"I agree with you, I have seen a change in him. I am sure it is just because of everything going on in his life right now. I am sure he will be fine."

I smiled at him. He always knew how to make me feel better. Whenever I have been upset about something, Kix has been one of the people I have always turned to. "Thank you Kix."

I left Kix house, and just spent the rest of the night cleaning house and relaxing. I went to bed around ten pm. I didn't bother trying to contact Ronnie, I was tired of it.

Around 2am I was awoken suddenly by a crash downstairs. I ran downstairs to see Ronnie stumbling around the living room. I was happy to see him again, but angry that he had to be drunk, again.

"Heeyyy Rrrreed.." Ronnie slurred. I rolled my eyes.

"Where the hell have you been?" I yelled at him.

"Oh, relax Reba."

"I am not going to relax, you have been gone for three days, I haven't heard or seen from you, and you finally come back drunk!"

"I'm home now." he started to stumble towards me, I backed away from him. He fell in front of me.

"You can't even walk straight."

"You look very hot right now." I rolled my eyes at him. He stood up and started back towards me.

He attempted to kiss me and I tried to get away. He wouldn't let me.

"Ronnie, it is late, you are drunk. I am going back to bed!"

"Relax, Red. We can have a little fun."

"I don't want to have 'a little fun' I want to go to bed. Let me go!" he grabbed me and started to kiss me again. I fought at him to try and get away, but he held on tight. I punched him. He stood back in shock. I was looking at him in pure anger. "Leave me alone!" I yelled at him and ran upstairs to my room.

He followed me. I tried to close the door on him, but he was quick, even while drunk. "You don't hit me." he yelled at me.

"I told you to leave me alone, you wouldn't listen." he shoved me on my bed and leaned over me. I tried to push him off.

"I really don't care what you want." he tried to go at kissing me again, but I started to push him with all my mite, and when that didn't work I started punching him in the chest, nothing got him to stop.

I have never in my life been even close to being forced to do anything, until now. Ronnie got frustrated and eventually grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I was pleading at him to stop. This wasn't Ronnie.