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Chapter 1 : Hero

Callie's POV

"This is so boring."

I said as I spread my legs open and slouch in my seat. I look around the mammoth ballroom full with ladies with their formal dresses and high heels and the men with their tuxes and hair slick back with gel. This is so not me. I want to wear sweatpants and a t-shirt with mustard and ketchup stains. Not in this lace dress with the toe-pinching heels. I have to admit though, I do look pretty nice.

I come out of my thoughts as my "boyfriend" slams my legs together. "Keep your legs closed" he gruff.

"I don't need you be a jade, meaning yourself" he said as he stands up. "I am going to get some champagne, and so try not to embarrass me." Gosh, I can't wait until this award ceremony is over.

A few minutes later, the lights dim and the host begins to speak. It's starting, the reason why I am here, why I am in this dress. "Finally" I exclaim.

"Tonight we are here to celebrate the most honorable and ambitious lawyer …. " As the host is speaking she approaches. Mark's ex-girlfriend Maya. I don't know what he saw in her she is inconsiderate, intractable, maddening, and obnoxious. Basically long story short she is a total bitch.

"Oh Callie surprising seeing you here I didn't know they accept dogs" she said as she smile with her pearly white teeth that I want to punch through. I sit in silent because I promise Mark that I wouldn't break into a raving argument with her. So I sit and smiled as I listen to her blithering antics, as she describe who I am and what she doesn't like about me. Sometimes, I wonder one thing: "why". Why does she even try to break me? Why does she even bother? As she continues to talk, the smile on my face continues to grow. She can sense my enjoyment and she hates it. But I love getting her mad. She is here wasting her breath and I am here smiling. Ha ha ha. I love it. Suddenly my smile disappears because of three simple words: "I know you."

"How do you know me?

"I know that you are a dirty foster girl who had forced herself on other boys in your previous foster homes. Do you recall the name Liam? "

My heart drops.

"How do you know about that?" I said as a tear begins to form in my eyes.

"Mark told me"

"When?"

"When we were going at it like rabbits" she said with a malevolent smirk. "When a guy starts to come home late, and visit his family for 5 days to a week, every single month, don't you start to think ". Her words were acid to my eyes. "Of course you don't because you're such an imbecile. I mean look at you…. why will anyone want a broken girl that can easily be deceive. You think he loves you, well look" she said as she lifts her hand up revealing an engagement ring. You won't even look decent in a wedding dress because you don't even look decent in this cheap lace dress.

Now I had it!

Okay, the award we all been waiting. The award for the most honorable and ambitious lawyer of the Johnson's Firm this year. The award goes to …..

The excitement was broken as I scream at the top of my lungs:

"YOURE SUCH A BITCH !" My comment echoes through the room.

All eyes in the room were on me, including Mark's. His eyes are full of rage and anger.

Then, he begins to march and march towards me. His face is as red as the color burgundy and his footsteps are as loud as a stampede. He approaches me, he grabs my arm with such explicit force, his knuckles begins to turn white, and my arm begins to lose blood circulation. He drags me to the exit, and we continue to the parking lot. He signals his Porch to unlock the doors with his car keys. He opens the passenger door and pushes me with explicit force resulting me to hit my head on the top of car. "AH" I thought as I rub my head. He is so going to get it when we get home. We sat in the car in silence as he speeds 10 over the speed limit as if it is a race to get home. I have this gut feeling to run as fast I could when he parks the car. But I didn't, I feel like it would be irrational. As we entered the 1.5 million dollar house my hearts drops and I don't know why. Mark continues to give me the silent treatment. Gosh, I hate the silent treatment. As I enter the master bedroom, I am slam into the door. The thunder begins to roll in the background.

"A bitch?" he said with me in-between his with his arms, which are parallel onto the door, one hand next to my right ear and the another hand next to my left ear.

" She- she told….. she told me about …. the" I shuttered

"Ooooooooo" he said with a malicious smirk. "Well, what can I say? We never had sex, not even a bj or and handjob. We have been together for a year and six months. Really? So where should I get it from? Myself or an opportunity. He chuckles.

"After, this incident I think at least I deserve something" he said with a sadistic smile. He begins to lift up my dress touching my thighs.

"No no no" I said franticly and slapping his hands away and pulling down my dress.

"Too bad!" He gruff as he begins to lift up my dress once again. I continue to slap his hands away.

"THAT'S IT!" he said as he lift he hand and slap me the hardest he could. I fall to the ground instantly. Then, he gives a kick to my abdomen with great force. I cry with fear. He lifts me up and slams me on the bed.

"AH!"

He slowly takes off my underwear and licks his lips, followed by a moaning sound.

Suddenly, I am wide awake. This whole situation felt surreal. Now it feels like reality. Thinking irrational I give him the hardest kick to the balls. He falls off the bed and clutches his man parts. I hop off the bed and I am heading straight to the door. But that dream is short-lived as he grabs my ankle tripping me to the ground. "You're not going anywhere." He said as he tightens his grip. "YES I AM!" I shout as I give him a blow to his face with my heel. He screams with pain. I run down stairs, and out the door. As the rain falls hard and the lighting strikes and the thunder rolls, I pause in the middle of the street, looking around franticly about where to go. Good question: "Where?" Something was drawing me to go right. Suddenly I heard Mark scream my name with acid in his voice.

"CALLIE!"

And so I did, I went right. I run down the street as fast as I could with the 3-inch heels. I should take them off, but no time for that. I continue to run until I see the bright neon lights of Suzie's Convenient Store. I run across the street towards the store but I trip and fall in the store's parking lot. Damn these heels. I lay there feeling hopeless as the rain hits my face. Hoping I get strike by lighting to end it all.

Suddenly, a relaxing but familiar male voice comes along asking me if I was "okay". I let out a long sign of relaxation knowing it wasn't Mark because it feels different to be around this "stranger" it feels safe. The "stranger" puts his arms around me, lifts me up and rubs my bruised cheek. He is so benign. My vision is blurry but I try to focus on the "stranger", but I can only see his light blue eyes, and just thinking they are so beautiful. Wow they are almost like….

"Brandon?" I said aloud absentmindedly. My vision becomes clear.

"Callie?" he said with a wide smile.