A/U Callie and Arizona are married and with 5 beautiful kids. One incident with Sofia brings out insecurities that haven't affected Callie in a long time. This opens her dark past before Seattle and she needs her family to keep her in the present. (This is my first story so reviews are welcome. Give it a shot. For the most part it'll be in Arizona's POV.)

Rating: M

Warning: This will touch on suicide and will have domestic violence content. So if those are triggers then you can skip those chapters. I'll warn you at the beginning of the chapter.

AN: I don't own anything. All are owned by the great Shonda Rhimes and ABC.

AN: All the mistakes are my own. No beta for this.

Chapter 1

Sofia's POV

2 a.m.

I stumble up the back porch steps and I can't seem to put my key into the lock. I'm totally seeing double right now. Tonight is exactly what I needed. I've been so stressed out lately. School, volleyball, student council is doing perfect but I feel like I've been fighting with Mama a lot. I don't even know why though. It's not like she's picking fights with me. She's actually been great and yet I can't help but blow a fuse with her. Maybe it's about to be 'that' time of the month. Anyways, I finally get the door open and the whole house is dark. Thank God. Making it to the bottom of the stair case, as I'm about to take a step up onto the first step, the light in the living room turns on.

Oh shit.

"Sofia, you better have a good reason for not calling or texting me tonight."

"Uhm…"

She sounds so calm. This isn't normal.

"I got caught up at Leila's and it slipped my mind."

"You know the rules Sof. We trust you to be responsible but you have to call or text us to tell us where you are and when you think you'll be home. I didn't get either of those."

"If you trust me then why does it matter?"

"It matters because at least we know."

"Ugh, whatever mom." I say under my breath.

"Were you guys drinking?"

"No." Liar.

"Don't lie to me."

"We didn't." Why don't you just tell her the truth?

"Then come here."

"What?!"

"You heard me. Come over here." I take a few tiny steps around the coffee table to stand in front of her and have no idea what she wants.

"Open your mouth." She demands.

"Excuse me?"

"Open." I open my mouth. Mama stands up from where she was seated and takes in a deep breath right near my mouth.

Damn it.

"Sof, I'm giving you one more chance to tell me the truth."

"Fine! I was drinking tonight. I've been stressed out and I needed to wind down a little bit. Can you back off now?!" I don't even understand why I'm so mad. It has to be because of the alcohol I consumed not too long ago.

"Your mom and I don't ask much from you Sof! All we ask is that you tell us when you're going to drink because God forbid something can happen to you!" She says firmly but hushed.

"But nothing happened to me! I'm right here. So what if I didn't tell you if I was drinking or when I'll be home? I come home by the end of the night."

Why am I even fighting with mama?

Mama and I are so into our argument that we don't notice a car pulling into the drive way.

"What about next time, huh?! You might not be so lucky. I'm a doctor. I see worse case scenarios and the last thing I want is for you to end up in the ER or on my OR table."

"I'm careful. Mom has taught me how to handle almost every situation that could happen. I can handle it and myself. I'm responsible. So please stop treating me like I have no idea what could happen to me!"

"You love your jager and redbull and you might know what's going on around you but your senses aren't as fast. I get it! Mom has taught you how to handle yourself. I don't doubt that. But you are exactly like me Sofia! You know how much to drink to be drunk then stop but that doesn't stop my worrying. I just needed a text or a voicemail!"

Out of all of that, I only picked up a few sentences. I don't even hear the back door open, but before I can filter my mouth, I can't take back the words that came out of my mouth.

"That's the thing Mama. I don't want to be anything like you! I might look exactly like you and I might get most of my genes from you but I only have one mom and you aren't her!" I'm so angry that my chest is heaving but the minute the words tumble out, I regret them. I see the flash of hurt I set in Mama's eyes.

"SOFIA ISSA TORRES ROBBINS!"

I know that voice anywhere. Fuck. I'm in trouble.

Mom comes storming in and the floor looks suddenly interesting.

"You better apologize to your Mama right now!" She sternly says. I'm surprised none of my other siblings have woken up or they're just being smart and staying out of it. Mama puts a hand on mom's forearm and I instantly see her relax a bit.

"Arizona… It's alright." She leaves the living room, comes back with ibuprofen, a glass of water, and a snack. Mama sets them on the coffee table for me. I can feel Mom burning holes into me. I'm in so much trouble.

"Sofia, make sure you drink that whole glass and take the ibuprofen then eat the granola bar. That way you won't feel too bad in the morning." I nod.

Mama turns to mom, "Uhm, I'm gonna go to the hospital."

"Babe, it's late. Please. Let's go to bed."

"I-I just need some space. I'll see you tomorrow. I have a short day anyway. I love you." Mama kisses mom's cheek. She turns to me, hesitates for a second then kisses my forehead. She grabs her keys and walks out the door.

"Sofia, look at me right now." I can only listen. Mom's eyes are so hard and I know she is furious with me. I'm scared.

"You and I are going to talk tomorrow. You are in so much trouble, I almost can't think straight. I have no idea what you and Mama were arguing about but I will find out. Now go upstairs and try to get some sleep."

"Yes ma'am." I cower towards the stairs.

I trudge my way up to my room. I don't even bother changing and go under my covers and next thing I see is black.