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Chapter 3: Al Despertar (Waking)

Callie's P.O.V

I wake up with a smile, that hasn't happen in over six months. But it feels amazing. I guess it's because I dreamt of Brandon; us talking and hanging out. He had a motorcycle and used Axe. The dream is surreal but feels like reality. I stare up at the ceiling fan. My eyebrows furrow as I realize Mark doesn't have a ceiling fan. I smell bacon in the air. Mark never cooks bacon because he is a vegan.

I jump up and out of the bed and analyze my surroundings. The room is smaller, the furniture is different and there isn't a bathroom in here. I cautiously walk out into the room to see a lanky male in a small kitchen, cooking perhaps bacon. That's not Mark, Mark is muscular. Was it a dream?

"Helllooo" Brandon said as he turns around and smile.

"Hi" I said awkwardly and I sit down at the dining table. The table is set with silverware, plates, and coffee mugs.

"I was wondering if you would like to have breakfast, I made pancakes and bacon." He said as he flips the pancakes. "Do you want to try flipping the pancakes?"

I smile; I never flipped a pancake. When I first flip the pancake it has fallen onto the ground. I thought Brandon was going to get mad but he didn't. He gives me another pancake and this time he holds me hand, while I am flipping it. When he touches my hand I feel this tingly feeling, I guess it's because Mark hasn't held my hand in over six months. After, we were done flipping pancakes; we sit down and start to eat. Eating pancakes and bacon feel so good. I moan from the milky taste of pancakes in my mouth with the delicious butter slap onto it. Let us not forget about the sugary syrup and I loveee bacon. I love the way it melts in my mouth.

"A little hungry there?" Brandon said as he notices me stuffing the pancakes in my mouth.

"Mm I haven't eaten this in a long time." I said.

"I thought you loved pancakes and bacon?" He asks.

"Mark doesn't le... "I stop, realizing what I said.

Brandon stops eating and looks at me with a sympathetic look.

"He's a vegan ,so yeah" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"You're not going back there" he exclaims.

"I have to Brandon! My life's there, I live there. All my clothes and belongings are there. He's going come after me soon and he might come after you."

"Who cares? You let him control you, like you are a dog!" He slams his fork on the table.

"A dog, you mean his BITCH!" I exclaim.

"Callie look I'm sorry I didn't ..."

I cut him "No, you are right" I admit. "Before he started to make death threats, he was controlling. Controlling what I ate, wore, acted, EVERYTHING! "I rub my head from frustration; realizing majority of the relationship was a lie. " I have nowhere to go; I don't have my clothes, money, shoes, even freaking underwear!"

"I'm off from work today, we are going to buy you some clothes and shoes and underwear. Don't worry about money I can….."

I cut him off, by giving him a sincere hug. I squeeze him tightly as sob into his shoulder, staining his red shirt. "I should have never left, I could have made something out of myself, I –I could have… and I continue to sob and shudder all my feelings out. He just listens and rubs back. It's nice to have someone to talk to. "No, I have a job, Brandon and I will just go back to "my" house." I said.

"No I am coming with you." Said Brandon.

"No, Brandon I can't let you come it's too dangerous .Beside Mark is working today!"

"And? But it's more dangerous for you!" Brandon exclaims.

He's right, he's always right. But I'm adamant, and so I tell him if he really cares about me, he would let me go by myself (Yeah, I'm playing that card). Brandon just nods. If anything happens to him because of me I don't know what I will do.

After, I take a shower, Brandon gives me female sweatpants, a duffle bag, another thong, female sneakers (a little big) and a t-shirt, so I can move easy around in. He walks me to the bus stop and says his goodbyes as the bus come. My hearts drops, as I got near the house. The bus didn't drop me off in front of the house, but around corner where Suzie's Convenient Store was. Gosh, I remember lying on the ground hopelessly until Brandon came. It was like he is my Hero. I walk down the sidewalk but, I keep having this feeling someone is following me. I continue to walk until I approach "my" neighborhood. Mark's car is gone, so he is at work.

I run to the front door and you use the hidden key under the mat. I open it and the first thing I see is a female thong on the ground. Pig, obviously not mine because I never wore a thong before, until yesterday. I run up the stairs with the duffle bag in my hand and to the bedroom. My blood is still on the bed sheets, my toes crawl when I see it. I see my clothes scatter around the room, so even ripped. I rummage through the drawers filled with my clothes and also, the clothes on the ground. Five minutes later I had most of my belongings that weren't ripped into my bag. But, I couldn't find my underwear or bras. I clean up my mess from rummaging through the drawers. I don't want Mark to know I was here.

"Callie you bitch!" Mark said as he was at the end of the hall. I race to the door and lock it. Seconds later I hear loud bangs and thumps at the door. I rush to the balcony and my left shoes come off in the process.

"Callie, you have to jump!" Said Brandon.

Brandon? Why is he here? I throw my duffle bag first. Brandon catches it and puts in a car. A car? Brandon has a car too? Never mind that I become infuriate with him. "I told you to stay, if you cared about me!" I exclaim, forgetting the predicament I am in.

"I care too much about you to stay." He shouts. As he said that the door busts through revealing Mark as he races towards the balcony. Impetuously, I take Brandon's offer to jump. I close my eyes waiting for utmost headache. But it doesn't come, and everything goes black.

Brandon's P.O.V

As Callie jumps and lands into my arms. Mark throws Tayla's shoe (the shoes I gave Callie) at Callie's head. As Mark attempts to jump off the balcony, I put Callie in the back of my car and hop in the driver's seat. Mark succeeds, and he tried to run after my car, but I am already speeding the down the street. I hope Callie wakes up soon!

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