Callie POV
With laced narcotic sensations coursing through my veins, I search the skies for the beauty in the world. I can hear the hypnotic adrenaline beating through my body and I can't help but to want more for life than what meets the hidden eye.
"Why is he tormenting me? I am trying to get my life together, but it just keeps falling apart." I sobbed tears rolling down my eyes. I pick up the long, clear pipe, burning my thumb as my hands continue to shake and inhale all of what it has to offer me. I lay back letting the smoked filled ambiance embrace my entire body, while I notice my daughter crawling around on a dirty, old mattress. There is not enough drugs to take away the heartbreaking feeling of failing as a mother and a wife; but there is always enough to try. As my eyes begin to go blurry there is a caramel-skinned, muscular man hovering above me. He was breathing his cocaine-filled breathe into my face, arousing my consciousness. He lays his body on top of mine, putting on his full, thick, familiar weight. He starts caressing me, then he slowly takes off my clothes all the while hearing my baby crying in the background. "I need you, right now. I need you to take care of me and my child." He says cunningly. That voice so familiar it sent a shiver down my spine. "No, please no." I beg shakingly. He slaps me in my face forcefully making blood fly out of my mouth and gushing around my teeth, "You talking back to me, bitch?" He asked angrily, while undoing his pants. I just lay there paralyzed by fear, I couldn't even whisper nurturing words to my scared baby to calm her down. He roughly enters his thick, solid form inside of me. I whimpered for him to stop, but he continued to thrust harshly into me. He pulls out a long knife and strokes my face and neck, "You shut the fuck up and take it you fucking bitch! You are my dirty little whore, aren't you?" He grunted while digging his knife into my head. I was too gone to even scream for help. "AREN'T YOU!?" He yells. I hesitantly shake my head in understanding as tears began stroll down my face from wanting to console my now screaming baby. The physical and emotional pain was just too much for me to take as I drift in and out of consciousness enduring my body being desecrated. Even in an unconscious state I could still feel what soreness I was going through on the outside. I felt every last terrifying pain of a forced thrust, I hear my baby crying so hard the sound of her wails echoed in my head, I taste blood from beyond my stomach as he tightly held my body from moving, I could sense the scent of cocaine flowing around my body, and I see nothing,nothing that I have not experienced before. "Ow! Get off of me, you son of a bitch!" I struggle to get free of my deliriously, drunk husband, who just decided to start repeatedly kick me in the head. I maneuver from under his foot and take a broken beer bottle, that he was trying desperately to drink from moments before, and stab him in his neck. He lays there not moving, surrounded by his own blood; I really didn't care if he was breathing. With a tilted head, I wondered what my life would have become if people paid me for killing who they wanted dead.
Blinding lights take my vision as I struggle to open them; where is my baby? "Sofia! Sofia!" I jump out of the cold, hard bed that smelled of death and run down the bright corridor, "Sofia! Has anyone seen my baby?! Sofia!" Arizona runs up to me, cautiously, "Whoa, Callie, you should be back in bed." She suggested calmly. I push passed her in wanting for my daughter, "Where is my baby! Sofia!"
"Callie! Calm down, Sofia is fine." She tries to touch my arm in reassurance. "Get the hell away from me, Arizona." I snap at her, struggling to stand up straight. "Are you going through another withdraw, Callie? Funny, I thought you quit." She observes with her head tilted, I walk off hastily to continue looking for our child.
Arizona grabs my arm firmly, "Callie, we need to get you checked out." I snatch my arm away from her, "No, I don't! I need my baby." A nurse walks up to Arizona and I with our beautiful baby girl. "Sofia, baby." I rush to her and take her from the nurse. I kiss my precious baby girl on her forehead, "Callie, you were raped. Do you not remember that? Do you not remember being at the crack house with our innocent child, screaming for you? Or being high out of your mind, letting that sick son of a bitch do what he wants to you?"
I continue to hold my baby close to me. Feeling guilty, I look up at Arizona, "You don't understand, Arizona." I say quietly. Arizona looked unpleasantly stunned, "What?" I looked away feeling very exposed, "Callie what were you doing there anyway, with our child no less?" Arizona asks curiously. I continued to stay silent, while holding on to my precious baby girl. The nurse guided me back to my room, stopping the argument with Arizona and I. The stares that the other Attendings and Residents gave were filled with self pity and sympathy. I don't need them to feel sorry for me. What in the hell do they do for me anyway? "Sofia, you are my pride and joy and you mean everything to me. I will never let anything happen to you, again." Sofia coos as she looks up at me with disturbing bruises all over my face and blood continuously gushing from the bandage on my forehead. I sigh in despair, rattled by the fact that my child might actually be taken from me. What can I do? My life feels like a downward spiral, lashing out at me; my entire body. The welts are coursing on my skin, stinging by the low, cool air coming from the vents of the hospital. The pain is so sheering that the thought of it is numbing. I want my wife to hold me and reassure me that everything will be okay, even though it doesn't look that way right now. I want my life back to the picture perfect family with the big house, pet dog and picket fence setting. Everything that was normal in my life set as a default. But what is normal to me? The abusive, drug addicted life with the violent husband and unsafe child? Or the dreams and goals for a better future, with a protective wife and healthy daughter? Who knows with me, right? I feel a wet feeling from between my thighs, I look down to find rose colored blood pulsating out of me and regurgitating from my mouth. An intense white light passes through my eyes as I feel my stomach tighten and jump inside of me. This is how it ends, lucky me.
