AN: I own nothing, just a bored student that should be revising. I do not own Grey's Anatomy or the character's; I'm only just playing with them.
Callie Torres had been sitting on her double bed, locked up in her room for 19 hours now. The first of those hours she'd cried, screamed and tried to kick her bedroom door down, however know she had retired to sitting on her bed with her phone in her hand, the only communication she had to the outside world of her bedroom. After a while, it hadn't seemed too bad, her room had its own en-suite, and she had a mini fridge under her bed where she would keep her favourite snacks so Aria wouldn't eat them before she did. The burning sensation in her cheeks has subsided, her nasal passageways were now clear and she could breathe and her long black hair which had been sticking to her cheeks from the tears was now ties up into a ponytail. All she had now to keep her occupied was her cell phone and laptop. Her laptop would have been useful, but obviously her father and mother had already thought of this and had turned off the wireless internet from downstairs. So now, there was one Callie Torres, replying to her best friend, Addison Montgomery, hoping that the human contact would stop her from going insane.
'Oh there's the nineteenth hour gone' she replied to her best friend of fourteen years.
'Hang in there Cal, they'll come 'round sooner or later, I mean they can't lock you in your room for too long, you have to eat sometime, and any longer and your room will not be smelling oh so pretty'
Callie let out a soft chuckle; she loved her best friend she really did. They had both went from kindergarten through to high school with each other, and once the summer was over they were both going to be attending Yale University. Addison, like herself was privileged to say the least, however Addison like her other best friend, Mark Sloan liked to show it a little more. Addison and Mark were known to have had a few flings in the past; Callie even dabbled in a bit of the Sloan method, however both realised that they were better off as friends. If it wasn't for her two best friends' support, she didn't think that she'd have been able to do what she had done.
20 hours ago.
'What is it Mija, why have you brought your mother, sister and I to the table, do you have some news?' Her father asked her as he pulled her mother's chair out for her. Carlos Torres was a gentleman, and when Callie was growing up, she'd always hoped that however she was destined to be with would make her feel at least half as special as her father made her feel. Callie looked at her father's greying hair and warm silver eyes, her knee shaking underneath the table with nerves. 'Nothing bad daddy, well I hope you won't see it as bad' she quietly reassured him.
Her sister Aria had this point had pulled out her cell phone, the quick tapping noise doing nothing to settle Callie's nerves. 'Aria please, can you just like put that down for a second, I'm sure Twitter can wait for a moment' she chastised her younger sister. Aria was the typical sixteen year old; only two years older than her sister Callie felt that Aria had a bit more growing up to do.
'OK, so the reason that I brought us all together is because I have something to tell you' Callie began.
'Calliope, so help me god if you are going to tell me you're with child-'
'Mom, no, God no, just hear me out ok?' Her mother's flinch from the use of the Lords name in vain did not go unnoticed be Callie, which made her re-think the easiness of this whole conversation. 'Ok, so I want to tell you all something that I've wanted to tell you for the past year actually.' She inhaled a deep breath, lightly shut her eyes and began to explain, 'For the past year, I've been feeling a whole lot of crazy feelings, at first I thought it was this whole hormonal thing that was going on, you know? Anyway, as I was saying, I've found myself become attracted to Paula as well as Paulo, if you get me?'
Callie stood; looking at her parents, her sister who probably just ignored everything she said was still looking at her phone. 'I don't understand Calliope, what are you trying to say' her father asked, her mother looking solely at the edge of the table next to the Latina.
'What I'm trying to say Daddy, is that I'm bisex-' she started, however her mother penetrating voice cut her off.
'Don't' Lucia Torres stated to her oldest daughter, 'Don't you dare bring that kind of filthy language into my household'.
'Mami, please let me explain, it's been driving me crazy not being able to share this with you, I've been praying like crazy every night so that God would help you come aro-'
'NO! Do not lie to yourself Calliope, do you really think that God would put up with listening to your tainted thoughts, hopes and dreams? Get out of my sight, I can't breathe. Carlos! Carlos!' her mother, who had stood up during the beginning of her rant was now leaning over her chair, her arm reaching out to her husband. Carlos Torres left his seat and lead his wife to the her chair whilst he pressed the buttons on the right hand side of the table on the wall, buzzing for their house staff to attend them
Callie however had not moved an inch, tears which had not even noticed until they were falling from her chin and hitting her on her crossed arms, were flowing freely from her eyes. 'Mom, Dad I'm not an abomination, I'm your daughter' she croaked.
'Calliope, I do not understand what is happening, what do you mean, what has upset your mother so much?' Carlos Torres looked into the eyes of his oldest child, his pride and joy, his mind reeling off possibilities. No, his daughter could not be a homosexual; no way was he going to let his little girl go to hell into the arms of Satan himself. His wife was quietly sobbing into his side, her hand clutched his blazer.
'What I'm saying is, is that I could fall in love with either a boy or a girl Daddy, that's all. I could find the love that you have for Mami in any human being' Callie tried to get through to her parents, but as soon as she added that 'and girl' her father's face showed only the emotions vulgarity at his daughter.
'Woah, seriously I don't get how this is getting all out of hand' the excruciating silence was broken by Callie's sixteen year old sister. 'So Callie likes boys and chicks, what's the big deal, my friend Tommy's gay, and I don't give a crap'. Callie finally broke her eye contact with her father to look over to her sister; Aria gave a reassuring smile one Callie could only return with a slight nod of her head. Maybe Aria wasn't as immature and childish as she had thought, maybe there's a strong head on her little sister. This sisterly moment was soon cut short by the appearance of the house staff, Raoul a twenty year old house waiter that had had a crush on Callie since he started working here, Peter a fourty-something six foot-something man, who had worked in her home since she was around ten years old and she had still yet to hear him speak, and of course, Maria. Maria, a short and plump old lady who had probably been more of a mother to her than Lucia, she had raised Callie and her sister from birth as her mother had been in and out of the law firm for weeks on end.
'Maria, please get my wife a glass of water and an aspirin please, and then take Aria out of the room' her father stated in a the most calm voice Callie had ever heard.
'Si señor, pero… señorita Calliope?' Maria asked after looking at me with such empathy on her face, obviously with my red face and tear stained cheeks it was clear that the use of the word 'argument' was an understatement.
Boy-cotting the question Carlos looked at Maria, and without another word Lucia Torres was given a glass of water with a pill. 'Raoul, Peter take Calliope to her room, lock her in from the outside, do not communicate to her, make sure her windows are locked, and stand outside of that door. Do not move, or so help me I will make your lives misery'.
'What? No, Papi please, talk to me' Callie cried. Aria by this point had gently pushed Maria's comforting arm from her. 'Dad, she's your daughter, what the fuck'.
'Aria, language!' Lucia shouted, speaking for the first time in what seemed like forever, 'Maria, take her outside'.
That's when it happened, that's when Callie finally realised that this was over. Her picture perfect happy family was over. Her father was looking at her as if she was filth on his shoe, her mother, well her mother hadn't looked at her in nearly an hour, and her sister, her so determined younger version of herself was forcefully trying to stay in the room without being ushered out by Maria. It was then that Callie felt two pairs of strong arms wrap round her shoulders and her body leading backwards. She kicked, screamed, jerked and cried, begging the two waiters to let her go. Her father looked away as she was dragged out of the room, carried upstairs and basically thrown into her bedroom for god knows how long.
Thank's for reading! Hope you're enjoying it. It's my first time writing, I'm no writer but hay-ho, it's fun as hell. The story's based on a dream, so I have no broad clue where it's heading, but I have a few little ideas of what I can include. :)