Hey guys! Im SOOOOOO sorry about the delay in posting. I was going to wait until Stephanie took a look at this chapter, but RL has been super crazy for herso i decided to upload both chapter 3 and 4 today.
Both of these chapters need to be proofed so any mistakes I apologize in advance for!
Me: Hey Shoooonda?
Shonda: Yes Jacque?
Me: I was thinking...
Shonda: Yea what about?
Me: I was thinking since you have that show Scandal now I could take Greys off your hands!
Shaonda: -_- Jacque we have been over this... you have not, and will not own Greys Anatomy
Me: Pleeeeeeeeease?
Shonda: *gets up and walks away*
Me: :.(
Chapter 3
When we finished getting the ice cream, chocolate and other junk food we walk up to the apartment building across from the hospital and go up to the fifth floor and into the two bedroom two bathroom modern apartment. I look around and it's really clean, smaller than my house was but perfect for three people. I'm still stopped in the doorway when Callie walks into me while talking to Arizona, both of them behind me.
"Whoa!" Callie says as she holds me upright.
"Sorry, it's just, my house has never been this clean and I cleaned it every day."
"Well thanks hun but you won't have to worry about cleaning too much while you're here, chores yes but we will talk about that later. Ok?" Arizona tells me.
"Ok" I smile and start to take off my back pack but realize that I don't know where I'm sleeping. I look at them and they seem to realize that I don't know where anything is.
"How about a tour? Yeah?" Callie asks while Arizona goes and puts hers and Callie's stuff in what I presume is their room. I nod my head yes and follow her around the apartment.
She points to the door that Arizona walked through, "That is our room, all you have to do is knock and you can come in," she smiles sweetly at me and point to the kitchen, "kitchen if it wasn't so glaringly obvious," I giggled and nod. She points to a door to the right of the kitchen, "That's your room, Christina and Owen used to live with us but moved out a month ago so it's all yours!"
"Can I go look in it?"
"Yea of course!" She leads me into the room and I set my bag on the bed and look around touching the dresser and other furniture lightly. I notice the en-suite bathroom and gasp.
"I get my own bathroom!" I exclaim running into it and looking around.
"Yepp!" Arizona says as she joins us. I turn to look at them and run to give them a hug. "Thank you for saving me." I whisper. I feel them squeeze back and murmurs of your welcomes and no problems are heard. I let go and turn back to the bathroom in awe.
"The shower is so big! I can fit like all my friends in here!"
"Well let's not see that happen anytime soon huh? At least not with the boys." Arizona winks at me and I giggle.
"Ok, but can I try it out now? Oh and where is the washing machine and dryer? I need to do some laundry I only packed a few outfits and one of them is a really nice one I don't think is appropriate for a lazy day." I ask going over to my back pack and dumping out to reveal my pajamas, a couple shirts, a skirt and two pairs of jeans.
"This is all you brought?" Callie asks.
"Uh yea, I was in kind of a hurry to get out. I figured that where ever I went that I could get more eventually, but its ok I know how to do laundry so it will last me until I can find more." Callie walks out and come back a minute later with a white basket and sets it down by my door.
"Oh no, you can put your clothes in here and one of us will go do laundry it's in the basement and I don't want you down there by yourself. Plus now I know what you and Arizona can do tomorrow!" Callie exclaims clapping her hands. Both Arizona and I groan a bit, apparently she hates shopping as much as I did. That could actually work out in both of our favors, we would be in and out in an hour tops!
"You don't like shopping?" Arizona asks me.
"Not really, lots of people, plus putting on and taking off all those clothes makes me tired."
"Oh my god Callie you were right, she's just like me!" Arizona laughs and I give them both a confused face before laughing with them.
"Okay okay, take your shower, put your dirty clothes in the basket and put your pajamas back on. We have some being lazy to do! Callie and I will get the snacks and movies ready." Arizona tells me while she and Callie exit what is now my room. I place the clothes I had on and the dirty clothes from yesterday in the basket Callie gave me, grab my pajamas, iPod and head into the bathroom closing the door. I place my clothes on the counter along with my iPod and turn it on to I'm The Only One by Melissa Etheridge. I start the shower and get in. Losing myself in the warmth and music I start singing.
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I walk in and notice Arizona sitting on the couch and Callie by the microwave tapping her hand on the counter counting seconds between the pops and two other bags of popcorn waiting their turn. I walk towards the couch and notice Arizona going through a wooden box the size of the laundry basket Callie gave me earlier. "What's that?" I ask Arizona. She turns around and smiles at me. "My secret addiction!" She replies. I start to giggle and Callie walks over. "I told you Queen of Disney, sick, sick addict." She retorts. "Oh don't even start Calliope. Miss Coffee Fein." Arizona snaps back in a playful defense. Callie laughs with a smug look on her face and sits next to us on the couch.
"Which one?" Arizona asks me.
"Um, I don't know. What are Disney movies?"
Arizona fills me in on what most of them are based on as I rummage through the box careful to not damage anything. I come across one that says "Cinderella." I turn to Arizona and say "Look, she's blonde like you. Let's watch this."
As the movie ends I realize I'm shaking and have an empty feeling in my chest. I hadn't even noticed I had been crying sometime during the movie. I feel uneasy and a little shocked at how the Cinderella girl resembled me and what I went through on a daily basis. Well until now.
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I get up and walk into my room. Grabbing a photo album I curl up in my new bed and start flipping through the pages, looking at pictures from when I was younger and my family was actually happy. After a few minutes, Callie and Arizona crawl up next to me, just comforting me.
"We used to be happy normal," I start, "Mom would take James and I to the park, shopping, it was good." I got to a picture of all four us standing in a local kid's park. I was getting tickled by my dad and my mom was holding James upside down. All of us were smiling and looked care-free. "I don't remember when this taken. I think I was three or four then. The last time I was really and truly happy at home, I was maybe ten. I'm not sure; all these bad memories have taken the place of my good ones.
"When I was about nine or ten my dad lost his job. That why my dad started drinking. Mom was always making excuses for him and was taking care of him. That's when I started to cook and clean. The cleaning was once a week but the cooking was every day. I was told that it was a woman's job to take of the house and the one's residing in it. So, I started making lunches for my brother and I, then would come home and do my homework, then make dinner for everyone. In which, consisted of sandwiches and chips.
"It wasn't until I was eleven that my mom started doing the drugs. I think taking care of my dad got too much or something, I'm not really sure. My dad got another job but never gave up the alcohol. They didn't start hitting me until my brother left two years ago. They said it was the reason he left, that I wasn't taking good enough care of the house. So, they made me start cleaning the everyday along the cooking and homework I had to do. I would get up six in the morning, get everything ready for school, go to school, come home and do my homework, cook dinner for everyone then clean the whole house. By the time all of that was done it would be close to midnight. The weekends were better, but when I woke up I would go to Steph's house. My parents would be so out of it sometimes I would spend the whole weekend at her house and they wouldn't notice. I've been locked in my room for days before, usually for not cleaning something to their standards. That's I started hiding food in my room.
"I've broken at least twenty bones; my left wrist has been broken five times in the last two years. We always switch hospitals each time they broke something on me, or they hurt me." I lift my shirt and let them at my back where there is a big burn scar on it. "That is from a pot of boiling water. I didn't make dinner on time and dad threw the water on me while I was getting something out of the fridge." I heard them gasp and when I turn around to face them I see tears in their eyes. "Oh, I-I'm sorry," I apologize, "I didn't mean to upset you guys. I'll just go freshen up." I start to climb off the bed when a pair of arms encircle my waist and pull me in for a hug. I lift my head and see its Arizona.
"Baby girl, you don't ever have to be sorry for telling your stories," she starts, "We cry, not because we are upset, but because we are sad for you. No one should have gone what you went through. What your parents did to you is wrong and you didn't deserve it."
"If you ever need to talk about what happened there, we are all ears whenever you want." Callie told me, "And we want you to know that we made an appointment for a check-up with a physician and with Dr. Wyatt. She is a psychiatrist, if you don't like her we can find another doctor but we both really think that you should talk to someone other than us."
I just sit in Arizona's arms and think about what she said. I know that I need to see a doctor for a check-up since I haven't seen one in over two years. That's not my problem; my concern is going to a psychiatrist. Those are crazy people; I'm not crazy so why would I need to see that kind of doctor?
"Um, aren't psychiatrists for crazy people who, like, talk to themselves? I'm not crazy," I stated. They both chuckle and shake their heads.
"No they are not just for crazy people. They are for anyone who needs help dealing with their problems and situations that are hard to deal with alone. She can help you not to be so wary around people and help you feel more comfortable around men," Callie answered.
"Oh, uh, Okay. I guess I can go talk to her. Will you guys be there too?"
"We can go if you want but let's ask Dr. Wyatt what she wants to do; she may want to talk to you alone at first." Arizona replies.
"Ok so no more sad talk or doctor talk. More movies and junk food, yeah?" Arizona asks. I smile slightly.
"Ok, but can we never watch that movie again? It just brings back bad memories." I ask as we all crawl off my bed. "What's the one with the hyenas again?"
"The Lion King?" You want to watch that one?" Arizona asks.
"Yeah! Sounds funny that hyenas are laughing," I giggle.
"Ok, no problem. Let's eat some of those gummies too! The worms are my favorite," she states.
"Ew, you eat worms?" I joke, laughing.
"Ha, ha, very funny," she retorts.
"The bears are my favorites though," I tell her. They both look at me; I guess they think I've never eaten junk food before. "Steph and her family get me hooked on them," I laugh.
"That reminds me, did you guys go to the same school?" Callie asks.
"Um, not this year. We got split up with the high school zones. She's going to Seattle West and I was supposed to go to Seattle South," I respond as I sit down on the couch with a bag of gummy bears. Actually, now I don't know what school I'm going to in the fall. I make a mental note to ask about it closer to the school year.
"Oh, okay," Callie says with a smile. She looks at Arizona, who has just finished putting the movie in the DVD player. Arizona looks back at her with a smile, I look between them confused. No one says anything, so I shrug and face the TV again as the movie's menu come on and I settle in for the movie with my gummies and a soda. They come and sit on either side of me and we start the movie.
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The rest of the day continues like this and we end up watching four more movies including Jungle Book, Aristocats, Lady and the Tramp, and The Little Mermaid. My favorites so far are Aristocats and The Little Mermaid. Around ten o'clock we all yawn.
"Looks like it's time for bed," Callie starts, both Arizona and I groan at the same time, eliciting a soft giggle from Callie and a shake of her head. "You would think that's been yours her whole her life with the way she acts just like you, 'Zona."
"What I can I say, we're awesome!" She retorts. Callie rolls her eyes.
"Whatever, come on I have to work tomorrow and you," she looks at me, "need to get a good night's sleep, that hospital bed was not comfortable, I know that for a fact."
"Ok, but what about all the food and mess I made?" I ask looking around the room.
"We can deal with it the morning, don't worry about it." Arizona says.
I yawn again, "Okay, I guess I'll just go to bed. I haven't been to bed this early in forever," I laugh, "I'll probably be up at five tomorrow morning with going to bed this early."
"Well if you are you can always watch TV in your room or in here, don't about waking us up. Arizona sleeps like the dead on her nights off and I'll be up around that time anyways for work," Callie informs me.
"Okay, if you're sure," I smile slightly, giving them each a hug and go to my room and get ready for bed. After my nightly routine I climb into bed and fall asleep pretty quickly.
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I have another nightmare. Luckily I don't wake up screaming, so I don't bother Callie and Arizona. I can't get back to sleep so I climb out of bed and go out to the living room and start cleaning up a bit, trying to be as quiet as possible.
I am almost done and carrying all our glasses to the sink and I drop one. The glass shatters and shards go everywhere. I quickly and carefully place the other glasses in the sink and hurry to clean up the glass pieces. In my haste to clean them all up I don't notice how the glass is digging into knees and slicing my hands.
"Jacque?" Callie comes out of her room and flips on the light, "What happened, what are you doing up?"
"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to break it! Please don't hit me, it was really an accident!" I cry standing up and fold my, now bloody, hands looking down at feet. This must have gotten the attention of Arizona, who is coming out of their room and stands next to Callie.
"What's going on, why the loud voices?" she asks groggily.
"I'm so, so, so, so sorry, I really didn't mean to drop the glass, I was going to clean it up before you got up." I reply still looking down my feet, which are beginning to get blood all over them from my hands and knees. Callie rushes over to me when she sees the blood; luckily she is wearing her slippers.
"Jacque, first, why would we hit you? It was just a glass, we have plenty more. Second, let me see your hands, you must have cut them pretty bad, they are bleeding a lot," she states, taking my hands in hers.
"I-I'll be fine," I start, "It really isn't really anything a band-side won't fix. But, I broke one of your things; I always got hit for breaking something of theirs." I take my hands back from her and place them behind my back.
Arizona comes over now and crouches down to me and takes my face in her hands, "Listen to me and listen good," she starts and I brace myself for a yelling and punishment, "We will never and I mean never hit you for anything, you will never need to be afraid that we would hurt you like that. There is no reason that you would need that kind of punishment, nothing! So you broke a two dollar glass? It was an accident, even if it wasn't, hitting wouldn't solve anything. You will never be treated here like you were at your parents' house. We may yell at you and ground you or send you to your room for the night but never will we hit you or lock you in your room, ever! So please, stop thinking about that. Now can you let us see your hands? They have been bleeding a lot and might need stiches," she concludes, reaching for my hands and kissing my forehead. I let her and Callie look at them, which have two big and deep cuts in them each. The glass was still embedded in one of them.
"Yeah, those are going to need stiches," Callie starts and looks at my knees, "but your knees just need some band-aides."
"Callie, you need to get ready for work," Arizona says looking at the clock that now reads five AM, "I'll take care of cleaning up and getting her stitched."
"You sure? I can clean up while you take care of Jacque," Callie offers as she stands to go get the broom and dust pan. Arizona stands and takes them from her and gives her a chaste kiss.
"No it's okay, go get ready, I've got this."
"Okay," Callie says reluctantly and disappears into their room. I hear the shower start a couple of minutes later.
"Right, now firsts first, we should get that glass out of your hand and stitch them up," Arizona says leading me to the counter by the sink. She gestures for me to get on the counter and helps me up so I don't hurt my hands more.
"It's not gonna hurt is it?" I ask with a panicked face.
"I'll try my best to get the glass out without hurting you, but it may still hurt," she says getting out a package and tweezers, "but I'll numb your hands when I go to stitch them up."
"O-okay," I sniffled. "Don't we need to go to the hospital for stitches?" She goes to get the glass out of my hand and I hiss at the pain, but she gets it out pretty quickly.
"No, I have a suture kit here and I can stich you up here, no need to bother the ER interns now and they don't do a very good job anyways," she whispers and giggles at the last part.
"Oh, okay," I hear the shower turn off and shuffling of Callie getting dressed. Arizona puts my hands under some water, it hurts the deeper cuts and I start crying again.
"It's almost over baby, I'm sorry," Arizona coos and shuts off the water; she pats my hands dry with some gauze from the package. She puts on some gloves and takes out a vial of some clear liquid. She draws some into a syringe and goes for my hands. I jerk the away, "What's that?" I ask shakily.
"This is going to numb your hands so the stitches don't hurt. It'll burn for a minute but then you won't feel a thing, I promise," she smiles at me and I tentatively give her my hands back. She injects the liquid and I pull a face as it burns where she sticks it in both hands. Callie comes out fully dressed and starts to make coffee. As the coffee brews, she comes over to me and starts rubbing my back in soothing circles. I lay my head against her chest and watch Arizona as she starts suturing my cuts. It only takes her ten minutes to finish all of them. She wraps my hands in gauze and them in some sort of wrap, Callie pulls me from the counter right after she finishes.
Callie fills a thermos with coffee, then turns to us, "Okay, I'm off to work but I'll be home around seven if nothing comes in. I'll text you if I get called into a surgery and it runs late."
"Okay, love you," Arizona answers and gives her another kiss, "drive safe."
"Bye Callie," I give her a hug.
"Bye baby, you and 'Zona are shopping today so you get whatever you want, okay?" She asks and gives me a kiss on the head.
"Um, okay," I tell her and smile. With that, she grabs her keys, jacket and purse and walks out of the apartment. When I turn back around, Arizona had just finished cleaning up the glass from the floor. We finish cleaning the mess from yesterday and yawn. I giggle the fact we both yawned at the same time again.
"Why don't go back to bed for a while, yeah?" She asks and holds her hand out to me. I look at her and nod but look at her hand confused.
"Well, what are you waiting for? You coming?" She asks me shaking her hands.
"You're gonna let in your room?" I ask incredulously.
"Uh, yeah. My bed is pretty big and empty now that Callie is at work. I need a snuggle buddy and your hurt and must want to be with someone instead of alone." She tells me like it was common knowledge.
"My parents never let me in their room, let alone their bed. I thought kids weren't allowed in grown-ups rooms." I mention to her.
"Did you listen to word I said earlier? We are not like your parents, you are allowed in our room whenever you want, even if we don't offer, like now. All you need to do is knock," she smiles at me.
"Oh, uh, okay. Yeah, I'll sleep with you!" I say smiling and gingerly take her hand. We head into their room; I look around in awe at the blue walls and king size bed facing the wall next to door. She crawls in and snuggles under the covers as I stand, taking it all in.
"Well, what cha waiting for, Red?" she asks, pulling me from my thoughts and I smile at the nickname.
"Uh, nothing, it's just your room is really pretty!" I tell her as I crawl in next to her under the covers.
"Thanks sweetie, she says and kisses me head, "We can decorate your room however you was this weekend if you like, but right now we need sleep. We have some shopping to do, per request of the Latina, later and if that's happening I need all the sleep I can get," she laughs and I giggle, nodding my agreement. We both close our eyes and I turn to face away from her. Right before sleep claims me I feel her arms surround me from behind me and I sigh contently.
For the first time since I can remember I didn't have a bad dream as I slept. I dreamt of my life and how it gets better now that I'm here with her and Callie.
So?
Again Im soooo sorry that I didnt upload earlier! Im hoping to Maaaaaybe put some teasers on my tumblr for later chapters, thats if people want them. It would be probably 250word excerpt for the chapter as I writes them...
Anyways, on to chapter 4 see you there!
-Strawberry!
