**Karen's P.O.V**
I rummage through my bag for my keys to my house, moving papers and hand Sanitizers out of the way.
"Looking for this?"
I jump and spin around. Charles dangles his keys in my face with one of his dazzling smile. He moves past me and opens the door.
"Are you going to stand out there or are you gonna come in?"
I stare at him. He actually thinks he can just...
I storm into the house and he closes the door. Who the hell do he think he is?
"Who the hell do you think you are!?" I spin around to face him. He looks stunned and I cross my arms waiting for an answer.
"Am I supposed to answer or...?"
"You can't answer your phone so I don't know.... are you?" I ask my anger flaring. "Where were you?"
He stands there for a second before walking into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator.
He then comes into the living room where I was standing and sits on the couch.
There's a long silence before he finally answers. "I went to a party with Brandon." We stare at each other and he continues. "We sat at the bar and.... had a few drinks."
I don't wait anymore.
I start to walk off.
I don't know why I just.......
He's doing it again. I can feel it.
"Karen!"
I walk into our room and start getting undressed.
He's doing it all over again.
I head back out and into the bathroom.
He promised me he wouldn't do this and I believed him. I fucking believed him.
In the corner of my eye I see him. He grabs my arm and I snatch it away.
"What did I do now, huh!?" He shouts over the shower. "Your pissed at me for what!?"
I storm past him and into the bedroom. He follows behind me.
"Let me get this shit straight," I start turning to him. "You leave here for work and don't come back until the next day without a word of where you are or who your with and you don't see where your wrong?"
"If I called you and told you where I was you wouldn't approve of me going like I need your permission to go anywhere."
Oh really?
"If you would have told me where you were, I wouldn't have been here worrying about you!"
"Worrying?" He shakes his head. "When were you worrying? Before or after your school work? Since when are you worried about anything other than your school work? Now that I'm going out and having fun you want to worry."
I laugh and shake my head at him. "I can't believe I'm actually arguing with him like he's my child."
"And I can believe she's talking to me like she's my mother."
I stare at him and he stares at me angrily.
"Me and you are in the same house so your my responsibility just like I'm-"
"Your responsibility?" He asks and I cross my arms.
He's standing in front of me in a flash and grabs my arm. I try to wriggle out of his hold but he tightens his grip. His hand moves down to my left hand and he holds it up.
"Let me-"
"Until there's a ring on your left finger, I'm not obligated to tell you anything about where I go or who I'm with." There's nothing but anger in his eyes. I grab onto his shirt and tries to push him off. Both his hands grabs my arms. "If I want to go out and drink, I'm going and coming back whenever the hell I get tired of it."
He shoves me away and I fall to the floor. Tears blur my eyes and I look up at him. He stares down at me for a second before storming out.
The sound of the door slamming shut was the last thing I heard before my sobs fills the room and breaks my heart.
