"Wyatt stop!" Callie yelled. Her voice echoing through out his house. "Come on babe" He said lifting her top off. Callie did the only thing she knew she should do. She punched him with full force as her hand came in to contact with his face. He fell back and held his face. "You bi!ch" He said. His whole face turned red with angry. Wyatt grabbed Callie's hands and slammed her on the floor.
He slapped her. She winced and bit her lip from the pain trying not to have tears come from her eyes. Wyatt then kissed her as he took off his pants. "Please" She wimpered. Wyatt laughed. He started to undo her jeans. "Help!" She yelled. She tried to get to her phone and call Brandon or 911.
She hit Wyatt in his balls with her knee. He fell back again with more pain. Callie grabbed her phone and dialed a number. "Hey Callie, I was just thinking about..." He was cut off my Callie. "Help!" She screamed through the phone.
Wyatt smirked and got up again. This time his body landed on hers. He ripped her shirt off. "Callie!" Brandon's voice yelled through the phone. "Ahhh" Callie said as Wyatt slapped her again. "Help!" Callie yelled.
"Callie! Whats wrong?" Brandon said yelling in to the phone. "She is mine" Wyatt said through the phone. "Get off of me" Callie said. Brandon heard Wyatt say "Bi!ch" Callie ran towards the door but Wyatt grabbed her hair and threw her back.
Her body crashed to the floor. Her head bleeding from the impact. Her vision was blurry and all she could do was feel Wyatt on her as she heard Brandon's voice in the background on the phone. She then felt her whole world turn black.
"Callie?" Brandon asked again getting uneasy. "Wyatt" Callie said before she went unconsious. Brandon ran down the stairs and outside the door ignoring his moms calls.
Brandon's pov:
I just ran right when I heard her voice. Callie. God, she was yelling for help and I just stood there and listened. What is wrong with me? I heard her say Wyatt, dang that jerk better stay away from her or I will kill him" Brandon thought as he ran through a red light trying to get to Wyatt's house.
The next thing Brandon knew he pulled up to Wyatt's house. He hesitated for a second. "It's Callie" Brandon whispers to himself as he gets out of his car and runs up to the house. "Please be okay" He thought to himself as he entered the house.
He saw stuff packed next to the front door and then the rest of the area cleaned like Wyatt was moving. Brandon smiled as he thought of Wyatt moving away from Callie. Brandon heard something upstairs.
Brandon moved quietly upstairs trying not to make a sound. He remembered Callie calling him and yelling help and he couldnt do anything. His mind drafted to the worse. "What happened if Wyatt killed Callie?" He thought feeling angry.
Soon he was in front of a room, he didn't bother hesitating. He opened it to see nothing, just a plain white room. There was more rooms. He went to the second one but it was empty. He then hesitated when he saw another room down the hall a crack open.
He walked towards the end of the hall taking in deep breaths. "Be safe Callie" He kept whispering to himself. He finally reached the door. He stepped in closer stopping right at the door when he opened it. Astonished at what he saw.