AN: This is THE last chapter of this story and I know that certain people will be….very angry that I'm ending it but I have waay to much on my brain as of right now. I never should have started this story in the first place but Jen asked me to soooo…I did. And I want to thank all of you who have been reading and review. You guys are awesome. Thank you so much.

Disclaimer: I do not own.

Chapter Seven

Arizona stood tall as her father glared at her.

"I'm not afraid of you."

He stalked over to her and the back of his hand connected with her cheek again. A rush of blood came from her lip but she just smirked. She turned her back and walked away from him. Her father stood there with an indecipherable look on his face. It took him a few minutes before he ran after her.

Arizona was at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the door when she heard her father's steps again. She swung the door open to find Callie there with her fist in the air as if she was getting ready to knock.

"What are you doing here?"

She hissed. Callie drew her head back in surprise.

"We were supposed to hang out tonight. Did you forget?"

Arizona shook her head.

"Shit."

She said under her breath. She looked up at Callie's face. Those eyes that she'd fallen into were scanning over her face.

"What's wrong, Arizona?"

Arizona sighed.

"Nothing. Just get out of here."

"Why?"

"Just do-"

She was cut off by her father's voice.

"Who do we have here?"

He said it in a tone that made both girls cringe.

"No one."

"Oh really?"

Callie looked from Arizona to the creepy man and back again. She knew something was wrong. Arizona was acting really weird. She had gotten to know the blonde in the time that she was here. She knew her best friend. The man grabbed Arizona's arm and she looked over at Callie with fear in her eyes. The weird thing was that the fear wasn't for herself, it was for her? That was crazy. She was the one who was being grabbed by this man.

Arizona kept her eyes locked on Callie.

"Callie get out of here."

She saw the argument rising in her eyes.

"Please? For me? I can't see you get hurt. Just go."

Her father's other hand came across her face again.

"SHUT UP BITCH."

Callie cringed.

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine. Just get out of here, please. I can't see you get hurt. Not by him or because of me. I love you, Callie. Remember that."

Callie's mind kept playing those words over in her head. Arizona loved her?

"Why are talking like you aren't coming back?"

Arizona's sad eyes landed on the ground.

"Just go."

Callie slowly backed out of the doorway and raced down the steps.

"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?"

She heard the door slam and the yell. She needed to get help. She couldn't leave Arizona-the woman she loved-with that man, whoever he was.

She got in her car and sped to the police station. She ran into the building and up to the front desk.

"Excuse me. Please you've got to help me."

The lady at the front desk spun around.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Callie let out small labored breaths.

"My friend. She's in trouble."

Concern flooded the woman's face.

"What's going on?"

"There's a man at her house and he hit her and grabbed her by the arm. She knows him somehow and she wanted me to get out of there. I assume that he's done this before but she was scaring me. She was talking like I'd never see her again. I think she believes that he'll kill her. You've got to help her. Please. She can't die. I love her. I can't lose her. Please."

The woman reached out a hand and placed it on Callie's arm.

"We'll help her, honey. Where does she live?"

"3678 Park Street."

"Okay."

She picked up the dispatch radio and radioed in the call.

"A cruiser should be there in five to ten minutes."

Callie sighed.

"Thank you."

The woman smiled.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I hope this friend of yours will be okay."

Callie gave the woman a smile before racing out of the station and back to her car. She HAD to get to Arizona.

AN: There it is. I'll post the epilogue and then it over.