Im so sorry it took me this long! My computer broke and I've been writing on my phone instead! I apologize ahead of time for any delays! For those of you who reviewed the story i seriously appreciate it! I learn from all the comments and love that you guys read this story! As far as this story goes it is a VERY personal story that I have tweaked a little to fit the characterization of Arizona Callie, and etc. I know that alot of people frown on the coach/ player and/or the teacher/ student relationship but honestly it is all apart of the life as we know it. it happens, whether people look down upon it or not, also there is a story line behind all of this and I promise it'll all make sense eventually. I know that it is frowned upon in the school system as well but when isnt something "frowned upon" when it comes to being gay or lesbian or being an outsider or being older than your significant other? everyone will have an opinion, all i ask is that you keep an open mind. As far as Arizona's career is concerned it very well maybe career suicide but you wont know until you read the story! Also as far as a beta, I wouldnt mind having one so if anyone is interested let me know. Alright now that my rant is over with, enjoy this chapter! I tried to make it longer per request! ENJOY!

I did what i always do, I ran, I got into my car and drove until the city buildings and one way roads turned into forest trees and winding roads,I pulled off the road in the middle of nowhere and rested my head on my steering wheel and let the tears fall from my face. Why did I have feeling like that around Arizona? Why did she continue to cloud my thoughts? She was my coach, I was a player. I wasnt even a lesbian, well I didnt think I was. Was I? What about mark? what about the sex with mark? did I like it? yes of course I did. I just dont know what i'm feeling, my head is pounding and I have no idea how to fix it. My thoughts are clouded by my phone vibrating.

"Hey, its arizona, please just talk to me, im sorry if I brought up something touchy, please just let me know your okay- AZ"

"i'm fine thanks" I replied back to her text message keeping it short.

"you didnt seem fine earlier, im here to talk if you need too-AZ"

"i would rather not talk about it at all, Ill be fine, ill see you at practice tomorrow" With that i shut my phone and took a deep breath. It was getting close to 10pm I should head home even though no one will notice. Pulling off the road to head back home, my phone started to go off, I quickly opened it.

"hello?"

"cal, where the hell are you? Ive been calling you for over an hour" it was mark screaming through the phone. I forgot to text him after practice.

"Mark, Im sorry! i went for a dri-" I tried to explain but he cut me off

"whats wrong? you only go for a drive when something is wrong, you only ignore your phone when something is wrong, so tell me whats going on?" he sputtered out.

"nothing, please just drop it, I'm headed home now, I'll call you later" I slammed my phone shut and threw it in the passenger seat. I was not in the mood to deal with anyone tonight.

I pulled into my driveway and the gate automatically opened up to the mansion that was encased behind it. Pulling to the front of the house, I slowly came to a stop and put my car in park and got out with the engine still running.

"Miss Torres, late night practing?" Juan asked as he went around me to get in so he could park my car.

"Hi Juan, yeah its been a long day, thank you for parking the car, ill need it tomorrow morning for school" I replied smiling weakly at him and turning to walk inside. My family was wealthy, well I guess wealthy wasnt the best word, We were millionaires, on the verge of being billionaires. I had a trust fund with well over what I could make in my entire life. The only stipulation is that i went to school and obtain a masters degree, after I did that i could have my entire trust fund and do what i very well please with it. I slowly tip toed my way up the stairs and past my fathers office. The light was still on and i could hear my father whispering to someone on the phone. I walked past as briskly as I could and tried not to get noticed.

"Calliope, come in here right this minute" I heard my father said as soon as I got to the other side of the cracked door. There is no way he couldve seen me walk past! He had ears like a mouse I swear. I quickly turned around and pushed the door open.

"yes papa?" i said stepping into his office. The only light on was the smaller green jade lamp on the corner of his desk.

"where have you been? I spoke to security and they stated you just got home" My father spoke firmly. Thats how he knew, he had spies everywhere in this place. Spies that turned their head if you paid them well enough. sometimes it was worth it and sometimes it wasnt.

" I was out with some softball girls, after practice we went to dinner" i said to him with my head bowed and my chin touching my chest. I would never look at him in the eyes, ever.

" You must contact me if you are going to be out late do you understand me?" he spoke louder this time.

"yes papa" i stated in a monotone voice, I waited for him to dismiss me from my stance in his office.

" good, your may leave" he said as he flipped his phone open again and started to dial a number. I stood there for another second.

"calliope OUT!" he yelled. I jumped at his raised voice and made my way out of his office closing the door behind me. I let out a deep breath as reached my room. I opened the door to my lair as I liked to call it. I had my own little apartment in the mansion. Walking in I put my purse on the entry way table and walked in further past the open kitchen. Walking through to the family room, I flipped my shoes off and made my way towards my bed. I stripped out of all of my clothes and walked into my luxurious bathroom. I always felt safe here. I turned the water on and let the steam start to fill the huge bathroom. I sat down on the recliner and turned on the fireplace near the floor. Closing my eyes I took a few deep breaths and tried my best to let the stress flow out of my body. Stepping into the scolding water, I let the tears fall. No one ever knew I cried in the shower cause in there tears were seen as drops of water. I stood there until the water turned cold. I stepped out and grabbed a towel from the warmer, wrapping it around me body. I grabbed another one for my hair and twisted it until it sat perfect on top of my head. I slowly rubbed lotion all over my body trying to paying special attention to the scars that were still so apparent. I still couldn't remember that day very well.

It was about 6 months ago. I was driving home from school and stopped to get a drink at a gas station. A man approached me and asked if I needed anything painted. I sweetly told him no but he placed a business card in my hand. I put the key into my car and the next thing I know I can't breathe as I started to hold my neck. The world went black after that and when i woke up i was in the hospital. My eyes were barely able to open and my body hurt so badly. I vaguely remember my mother or father being there but I do remember mark showing up everyday apologizing. I had no idea what he was talking about. I slowly came to find out that I was drugged by a drug called burunganda, a drug that is 4X worse than rohypnol. I was beaten half to death and slashed all over my body with a knife after being raped and left for dead in a park. It still often haunts me at night and I can go days without sleep. I just wanted to forget that day but the scars were a daily reminder of the pain I had endured. I slowly made my way to bed after putting a pair of shorts and tank top on. I glanced at the clock, it was only midnight. I laid on my back and found myself getting lost in my thoughts. I was never going to fall asleep, with a big sigh I tried to close my eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.

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