Okay so I just can't do the regular updates .. I know it sucks but i'm a busy person and I have to admit I was kind of having a little writers block cuz i didn't know how i wanted this to work out but yeah.. anyway.. i have a new chapter and i know it's not that long and to be honest i don't really feel good about it so it's okay if you hate it. I can promise though that things will get better, really. i won't make it THAT dark.

so hang in there, okay :)

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November 12th , 8 am
Callie's POV

"Wake up." A man said as he kicked against Callie's leg. A shock of pain went through her open and her eyes opened, only to be met by complete darkness. "Stand up." The man now said, again kicking against Callie's leg. She was still waking up and getting used to her new surrounding and her pain so standing up took her a while. When she finally managed to get herself standing she noticed a sharp pain in her left ankle. She hissed and leaned on her right one, trying to ignore the throbbing pain.

"Follow me." The pain said, using his gun to push against her back, causing her to stumble forward into another room. When the door was closed behind her the man flicked on a light. It was so bright that she had to place her hands in front of her eyes.

"Okay let's try this." She heard the man say quietly but she didn't react.

When she finally managed to actually see she moved her hands and noticed that she was in a kitchen. A small kitchen, a poor kitchen but it was indeed a kitchen of what looked like a regular house in Iraq. Only then she noticed the little boy that was sitting by the table. She recognized that it was Isaac. The little one that had got her into this situation. She smiled lightly at the boy, she didn't really know why she did that, maybe to reassure him or something.

The man pushed her in the back once again, towards Isaac. The pain in her ankle was killing her but she managed to move and eventually turned around to face the man. He had a pale skin, which was surprising. His eyes were blue. He was clearly not born here though he did have the accent. If he hadn't had the accent she might have never realized he wasn't one of her own the night before. His son, however, did have a darker skin and dark eyes but not as dark as the other children.

"Who are you?" She asked. She was startled but the roughness of her own voice. She hadn't realized she had been that screwed up. The man chuckled and sat on a chair, on the opposite side of his kid. The boy quickly looked down at his linked hands in his lap.

"My name is Shahriar." The man said, looking directly at Callie. "What's yours sweetheart?" Callie noticed his eyes look over her body and a shudder went through her body. Creep.

"Callie." She answered. "Will you make me and my son breakfast, Callie?" Her eyes went wide at his request. Had he really asked her that? Well it was better than being locked in that dark room again or being kicked. She nodded quickly and moved towards the stove. She walked passed a mirror and couldn't help but stop to notice the bruising around her eye and on her cheek. She looked bad. When she looked down at her body she noticed how dirty her scrubs were.

"Hurry up, will ya?" The man said, more demanding this time. "If you make it real good you might earn something later." She didn't need to look back to know that he was eyeing her again and a tear pricked in her eye. She knew exactly what was going on and the only thing she could think about now was getting the hell out of here.

About ten minutes later she placed some food in front of Isaac and Shahriar. "Thank you." He said, sounding sweet again. He gestured for her to sit down too and handed her a plate too with a bit of food on it. She didn't have as much as they had but she was happy to finally eat something, she was starving.

After 5 minutes Isaac pushed his plate away, he had only been poking in it. His father looked up from his own plate and stared angrily at his boy. Callie's eyes quickly flicked towards the boy next to her.

"Why didn't you eat it? Callie worked hard for this." Shahriar said, standing up now to move around the table to the boy who now duck his head down.

"I'm not hungry." He said. Callie's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped down, for all she knew the boy couldn't speak English. He had refused to talk all those weeks and the only times that he did spoke where in Arabic.

"You have to eat it. Didn't you see how hard she worked for it." He said, increasing het volume of his voice. He turned Isaac's chair around so that the boy was forced to face him.

"It's okay." Callie tried. Which caused him to give her an angry glance. Then, his eyes flicked with something different as he stood up. "No sweetheart, you worked hard for this and he doesn't eat it. You have to hit him."

Callie didn't know what to do. She wasn't going to hit this little boy whom she started to care for. "I'd rather not." She said as she glanced back at the soldier.

"Fine." He hissed. "You will, in a while. But for now, I'll do it." He raised his hand and grabbed his son's shoulder. The little boy started to scream and cry and Callie jumped from her chair to stand between the two. "Stop!" She said, standing with confidence between the two of them.

The man held his position but moved his gaze from his son to her. "I really thought you would be different." Callie realized something, this was not about the boy. This was about her.

"This whole 'I lost my son' thing was just an act right? You knew exactly where he was all that time. You made sure he was with us and then watched us, choosing who you wanted as his new mother." She said, staring directly into his eyes.

Without saying a word Shahriar grabbed her arm and yanked her across the kitchen, back into the dark room. She heard Isaac cry in the background but she could also hear that the little boy was left alone, luckily without being hit.

She crawled over the floor because standing was very painful with her throbbing ankle and recognized a mattress laying on the floor and in the middle of the room was a chair. That was it.

She laid down on the bed and finally let the tears, that she didn't realize she had been holding back, roll down over her cheeks and onto the bed. She was living her own nightmare. She thought of Arizona and what would be going on with her, would she know already? Was she crying, or did she even care. Callie wanted her to be okay. Thinking about Arizona did make her feel a bit better. The thought of the blonde was the only light in the total darkness of the room.

About eight hours later the door was pushed open again and the light startled her awake. Her stomach was growling, because she hadn't eaten much earlier that day.

"Think you can behave?" Shahriar asked her. She nodded and pulled herself up on her feet. She was just happy to be out of her little cage.

"Your friends are looking for you." He said as he walked out of the kitchen into the living room, where Isaac was sitting on the couch, watching something on the television that Callie couldn't understand.

Callie wanted to ask him about who were looking for her but she didn't know how so she just kept quiet and sat down next to Isaac when he gestured her to. "I've heard from my people that apparently they are randomly searching and some doctors are freaking out over camp 5. Anybody you know there?" He asked with a teasing smile. Callie looked away when she realized he was talking about the camp of Arizona. James was probably still with her.

"Ah, I think that's a yes." He said and after that he walked away. "Can you make us dinner, I have everything here." He said sweetly. Callie turned her head again, she had tried to thought it but after his words tears had come out of her eyes and her cheeks were wet now. "Aw sweetheart." He said as he moved to sit on the couch next to her and stroked her cheek. Callie's body lightly shook from his startling touch and she had to force herself not to full away. Luckily he moved away from her and sat next to his boy on the other side of the couch, he pointed towards the kitchen and Callie quickly rushed towards it, making dinner ready.

She had thought about making a run earlier when she was in her little dark room but on the couch she had noticed the gun on Shahriar's hip that he carries around, but there had to be another way to get the hell out of here. She made a simple dinner bust she did it extra slow, any time alone and not in her room was perfect.

"Dinner is ready." She finally said after about an hour. Sighing, Shahriar stood up. "That took you long enough." The boy followed quickly behind his father, clearly not looking for more trouble.

Dinner went by without many trouble. Isaac ate his food and Shahriar was quiet. He only tried to grasp her hand once but she managed to pull it away without it being too obvious or causing him to get angry.

After dinner she was forced to watch something on the couch with Isaac and Shahriar. She noticed he was trying to make a little family of them and she knew that soon things would start to change and he would try more with her things would get really ugly. She needed to get out of here before that. This man was clearly psychotic and replaced her for Isaaç's mother.

She was lucky that Isaac was between the two of them so Shahriar didn't do much. He did manage to yell at his son sometimes during the time but after that Isaac would watch up at her with his big eyes and she lightly squeezed his arm to reassure him without his dad noticing it. They would be okay. She didn't only needed to get herself out of this but also this little boy.

November 13th , 6 pm
Callie's POV

The next day had gone by without too many trouble. She had to bare another angry Shahriar after Isaac had dropped something but he had taken it out on her because she had said that it had been her fault. He had kicked against her hurt ankle which made moving around even harder now but she tried to hide the pain and move as normal as possible.

She was cleaning the kitchen. They had already ate and cleaning was just another thing that could get her away from him now. He hadn't tried much on her either and she had only spend about three hours in her dark room. Not too bad. She had been thinking about Arizona and the others a lot today. She wanted to reassure her somehow, she needed to tell the blonde that it would all be okay if she could just get the hell out of here. Sure they must have found out something by now.

Just when she was deep in thought again she heard a loud sound coming from the living room and realized it was the sound of hand meeting skin. Shahriar was beating his son up. She dropped everything she was holding and rushed over towards them.

"Stop!" She yelled. "Stop!" she tried again. Shahriar didn't listen but just kept on hitting his son, who was trying to squirm out of his grip. She grabbed the boy from behind and pulled him away from his father, quickly sending him towards his own room. When Shahriar went after him she punched him in the face. She used her fist and knew it would cause an angry bruise. When his angry eyes fell on her she knew she made a mistake. His fist reacted fast and made contact with the skin of her face once again. She felt it against her nose and immediately felt blood coming from it. Another one on her eyebrow and she fell backward. She crawled backwards and then stood, rushing towards her own room. She pulled it close behind her and stood against it. She closed her eyes, preparing for Shahriar's hands to pull it open again but surprisingly he only kicked against it and she heard him crying. She sat down and buried her head in her hands, tears streamed down her face.

About an hour later Shahriar opened the door. Callie was sitting on her chair. She had moved her body from the ground to the chair and hat just sat there for an entire hour, not even thinking, just staring.

He walked in with a camera and installed it in front of her. "We are sending them a video, but I need you to behave."

Callie looked up and tried to hide the hope on her face. She knew how easily you could track video's these days and this was going to make it easier for all of them.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I like to play." He said. Shahriar continued to install his stuff and after that he stood next to her, just out of the view of the camera. "Isaac, come here!" He yelled. The little boy rushed in and he looked frightened at the look of Callie's face.

"Stand here." Shahriar demanded. He started to film and talked about his boy. After a couple of seconds he moved the camera to Callie and she felt her head being yanked backwards by her hair.

"Have something to say sweetie?" He asked her.

Callie thought it over for a second. "Yeah. Yeah I do." She said, determined.

November 13th, 8 pm
Arizona's POV

Arizona noticed the gun against Callie's head and her gaze flicked up at a person Arizona couldn't see. "Just in case you say something stupid." The voice said.

Callie's gaze moved to the camera again and Arizona felt like she was looking directly at her. Callie was clearly thinking what to say.

"I'd like a pizza right now, you know. Maybe a calzone, that would be okay. Okay, yeah. But I don't think that is something I need to worry about now."

That was all she said. That was it. But for Arizona it meant everything.

After that the man removed his gun and said something else, still keeping his camera on Callie. Arizona knew he was giving the soldiers some kind of hint or something but her attention was gone. When the video turned back again the soldiers started to talk.

"I have no idea what she meant, do you?" One asked. Some other shook their heads. "Who was she talking to? Was she giving us a clue about her location?" Another one asked and again no one knew.

"She was talking to me." Arizona suddenly said, her voice rough from the crying, "she's telling me she's okay and that we don't need to worry." After that Arizona walked out of the room and straight into James' waiting arms.

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