Arizona's POV

All I wanted to do was driver over there and beat the living shit out of that woman. How could she hurt calliope like this? Someone should have taught that little bitch that it's not nice to hit people and you should keep your hands to yourself no matter how mad you are. Holding Callie in my arms, I have no intentions of letting go. I can feel her tears hitting my neck. All I want to do is protect her. I would never hurt her like this. I hope she knows this. The only thing that is going to make me feel better is going over to Erica's place and smashing her face in, I just don't know if that's the right thing to do. The chief was gracious enough to let me come back early, I promised him I'd be on my best behavior. Then again, I'm not on hospital property right now. I've never been this confused in my whole life. My parents taught me when I was little to use my words when I was angry, they firmly believed that strength was in words and not in my fists. I couldn't help thinking about how good it felt smashing that clip board over her head.

"Callie, listen to me, you're going to be ok. I promise you. Mark and I will never let her hurt you like this again. I really think you need to go to the police. You need to get this on record so you can get a restraining order against her. They will probably charge her."

"No, no that's not an option. I'm not going to ruin her career. She would be fired from the hospital. Her career would be ruined.

"Callie, listen to her I think she's right. You need to go to the cops."

"Callie, Mark and I can't be around you 24/7. You need to face this head on. Will you at least go to the hospital so we can stitch your eye?"

"NO! No hospital, no police. Just leave me alone Arizona. I don't even know why you're here. You don't belong here. Go home. I don't want you here. Go away!"

Laughing, "Callie, you know you're really cute when you yell? Your eyebrows fold in when you try to look mad. Save it, I'm not leaving, and I'm sure Mark has heard what I did to Erica a few days back so I'm sure he's not going to kick me out. So you're stuck with me. Deal with it."

Mark and I decided to fix Callie up ourselves. He cleaned her up while I stitched her up. 47 stitches in all on her face, she'll heal up in a week and the scaring will me minimal.

While I finished up her stitches I decided to hum quietly to myself. Beauty and the beast always made me feel the best. It helps me think without really having to think about anything.

"What are you humming about?"

"Oh nothing Cal, just thinking about the different ways I'm going to kick the crap out of Erica. Humming helps me think."

She grabs my face so my eyes meet hers.

"Arizona, I have no doubt that you could do damage to her, obviously. I don't want you to sink down to her level. I can fight my own battles. I just need to do it in my own way."

"Sure, no problem I will let you handle it. You are an adult and don't need me to fight your battles. I have to get going but I will be back. I need to run a few errands and I need to stop by the hospital and check on a patient. Mark, please make sure she rests."

With a soft kiss on the cheek I walk out closing the door behind me. She really thinks I'm going to let her handle this on her own? No, I don't think so. I'm going to find that piece of crap and she's going to explain everything to me. Let's consider it a mafia sit down.

Driving over to Erica's was a complete blank to me. I drove in auto pilot. Walking up to her door, I rang the bell. No answer. Her car is in the driveway, I know she's in there so I start to bang on the door. Finally she answers, Very surprised to see me.

"I think we need to talk. I'm coming in."

Not quite sure what I'm going to say I take a seat on her couch and ask her to sit down with me. We are going to talk this out like two grown adults even if it kills me.

"I don't expect you to talk, I want you to listen to what I have to say and then you can reply accordingly. Does that work for you Erica?"

All she could do was nod her head yes. I liked seeing the fear on her. It's still not anything close to what Calliope felt.

"I'm going to try and be adult about this and refrain from kicking the holy crap out of you. First things first, what the hell is your problem? Do you know what you did to her?

That is someone you claimed to love and you put your hands her on her life she was anyone on the street. I'm not even touching the surface of the emotional scars that will forever be inside of her. You think she will ever let me put my arms around her without her flinching? She is going to base any future relationships she has from here on out with her past one with you. How fair is that?" She will never allow me to love her because of you."

Standing up from the coach I know I'm beginning to lose my temper. "She will never love me because of you. What do you have to say to that?"

"What do I have to say to that, Hmm, Well, I could give to rat asses about what I did to her? The nasty bitch deserved it. She embarrassed me beyond belief when she slept on your couch. I will keep coming for her until I'm done. There's nothing you or anyone else can do about it. Now, get the fuck out of my house!"

Here it came again, rage. I couldn't hold back, I pounced on her like a lion on its prey.

I cocked my arm back as hard as it could go until it made contact with her face. I continued until I tore her earlier stitches open. I couldn't stop. I had lost all self control. I grabbed her by her hair and repeatedly slammed her head into her hard wood floors.

"Don't you EVER talk about Callie like that again. Whack, slam, her name is way to sweet to come from your lips. I'm going to fucking kill you"

I finally came to my senses and tore myself off of her. Her eyes were closed and blood was pouring from her head. I had knocked the bitch out cold. Looking at my watch I realized I was going to be late for a very important appointment. The kind of appointment, that could potentially change Callie from my friend, into my girlfriend.

I wasn't missing this for anything.

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