Author's note: This story will be written in diary format for a while. Just imagine that Stef is reading this. Once I get to the big revelation, it will be written in dialogue format again. Things will pick up with each entry. These chapters are intentionally short because they are simple journal entries that Callie doesn't really want to write at first.
Disclaimer: Heavy topics such as rape and abuse are talked about. If such topics trigger you, please do not read.
Stef knocked lightly on the bathroom door, "Callie?" she called.
Callie immediately rolled her eyes before looking over from the sink towards the door. "What?" she asked in annoyance as she wiped the rest of the blood from her nose.
"Dinner's ready. Are you planning on coming down anytime this year?" she chastised.
"I'm not hungry," Callie practically sang. "If I didn't come down the last ten times you called me, I thought you already would have noticed that."
Stef took in a deep breath, "You have to eat something."
"You can't make me eat, Stef. I'm not a child. If I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry. So stop calling me down," the teen snapped. Truth was, she wasn't in the mood to eat. She had too many worries and he told her not to.
"Now Callie!" Stef ordered. "I'm not in the mood to do this again with you today! Come down and humor me! Just sit at the table and push your food around with your fork! I won't ask you again!" Stef yelled sternly.
Callie shook her head. She knew she was challenging Stef and her behavior wasn't normal. Stef and Lena pulled her aside and talked to her about it and everything. But she was angry, and taking it out on everyone around her seemed like an outlet. Subconsciously she knew they didn't deserve it.
Still, it didn't stop her from directing her hate for him towards the one's around her. She felt safe in doing so now.
Callie turned on the sink and washed the blood away with one splash of water. She looked back up at her reflection and she couldn't see a mark on her. It was as if the past three hours didn't happen. The thought both relieved Callie and pissed her off even more.
"If you're not down in two minutes, consider yourself grounded for another week. That would make your punishment up to a month, so choose wisely," Stef reminded her in a warning tone before she walked away from the door and towards Callie's room. Once she got in, she noticed Callie's notebooks had fallen from her night stand onto the floor. She shook her head and bent over to pick them up and put them back. That was when she noticed black composition book, that Callie had been writing in practically every single day, lying wide-open.
She knew it was her diary. And it was practically slapping Stef in the face, begging for her to read it.
The older woman hadn't wanted to invade her daughter's privacy and she knew that it was wrong. But she wasn't sure what to do at this point. She needed to know what was going on with her and it was obvious that the teen wasn't ever going to come out and tell her. So immediately and without another thought she grabbed the book and made her way over toward her and Lena's room, closing the door right behind her.
Stef turned the cover open to the first page and began from there.
Entry #1
9/02
So I'm being forced to write in this journal by my "awesome" English teacher, Timothy. Notice the quotations on the word awesome. And I have to write for a whole ten minutes before our class ends everyday. He says to write on the weekends too but that's not happening…
He also stated that he won't read it, but he wants to make sure that we're writing so he keeps walking around the room, just staring at everyone's' pens moving. I figure as long as I keep my pen in the air, he'll pass right by me.
He says to write out greatest fears onto a piece of paper. That it would help us become better writers and we'll benefit from it in ways that we won't even realize yet. Personally I think it's a waste of time after what happened to the last journal entry I wrote. He's a nice guy but a stupid one at that. I could be doing homework or at least doing something productive right now but instead I'm writing useless information on a piece of paper that will eventually be thrown away. SO PRODUCTIVE, RIGHT? Ridiculous… I glance up and notice Wyatt sitting across from me. He's actually writing something… WHAT?
I haven't talked to him in a while because of what he and Brandon did to Liam. I get that he was protecting me, but he left me when I needed him the most and I can't just get over that.
Whatever. The bell just rang. Peace out journal!
- Callie