Sorry for the long wait. I honestly have no excuse except work. I know i've been neglecting my stories and I don't mean too, but life has been shit for me right now, and I just don't have the energy or the time to write 24/7. So i'm so sorry.

ANyways, please continue on with the story.

WARNING: deals with rape, abuse, self-harm, depression and has descriptions of them. Please be warned.

Alrighty.. on with the story!

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She would change everything, everything, just ask her
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster
She just needs someone to take her home
Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin

Callie was ecstatic that it was the weekend. She really didn't want to face her math teacher ever again after his latest stunt. Even after taking 3 showers in a day (which her foster family thought was weird), she still felt violated, still felt disgusted. Not just at him but at herself. For letting him ever take advantage of her like that. But what else could she do? She didn't want her brother getting hurt.

She sighed but made her way out of bed, going to the bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes had major bags under them, and her eyes were zoned out, focusing on nothing. It didn't surprise her, not really, after all, she didn't get rarely any sleep since the latest stunt by her math teacher. She sighed and splashed some water on her face, getting ready to face the day with a fake smile.

She got dressed and made her way downstairs (once she was sure she didn't look the she did a ton of drugs) and happily made her way down the stairs. She saw that her foster family was eating… lunch. She squished her face and then looked at the time: 12:30. She was shocked that she slept in so many hours, but it didn't surprise her, she just hoped that Lena or Stef wouldn't get mad at her.

To her relief, they weren't. They just smiled at her, "Hey, Callie. Why don't you sit down and have some pizza, huh?" Lena spoke to her and Callie sat down next to Brandon and grabbed a piece of pepperoni pizza.

She looked at it and slowly ate it, ignoring the stares her foster family gave her.

She checked her phone to see that she had no new messages and she sighed, why would she? It's not like she's popular or anything? She needed some time to gather her thoughts so she excused herself and went up into her room, locking it. Ignoring Mariana's pleas to let her in to get something.

Callie opened the door and Mariana grabbed some makeup and left, Callie sighed, locking the door and sitting on her bed. She just stared at the 4 blank walls and decided that she might as well do her homework. She got out her binder when a note fell out of it, a regular-sized notecard, and the writing was messy so it was barley readable, but she knew who the note was from. She apprehensively picked it up and read it.

It was from Mr. Hutchinson.

Dear, Callie. You will probably get this over the weekend, and if you don't, I'll just give it to you at school Monday (: Anyways, you're probably wondering why I took time out of my precious schedule." She scoffed at that but continued reading, Well because after our… session yesterday, I realized that you've gotten chubbier than before- and that's something I didn't like. I just hope you know that, that you're fat and ugly and no one will ever love you or use you, except me of course. Anyways, enjoy your precious weekend with your precious family; you never know, one day they could go missing. Every second counts.

Xoxo, Mr. H 3

She shredded the note and threw it in the trashcan; she didn't want to look at it anymore. Ever. She threw it away and tried to forget about it. And the last line, she hoped he meant it as an empty threat, one to make her go crazy. She sighed and then walked to the mirror.

She lifted up her shirt and then looked at her belly. In her opinion, she always thought of herself as skinny; she wore size 4 jeans, could wear an extra-small t-shirt (in teens- of course!), and all around, she didn't have a big belly hanging out.

But now, looking again, she saw something different… she saw a sad, broken girl with a big, fat belly. She looked at herself again and realized why no one liked her, and she wanted to change that.

She wanted to get skinnier so more guys could like her and then she would forget about Mr. Hutchinson, just what she wanted. She didn't know what she was going to do, but exercising pretty much all day seemed like a good place to start.

She changed into some running clothes, grabbed her ear buds and a fanny pack- one with money in it. She had her brown hair in a high ponytail. She smiled and then asked Lena, "Is it okay if I go for a run and get some ice-cream? I'll be back in around an hour or so." She hoped she would say yes.

Lena looked at her suspiciously but figured that it was good for Callie to get out of the house, she smiled, "Of course. Go on your run." She gently shoved her out the door and when she was out of the house's view, she put on a fleece sweatshirt. There, that should make me sweat a lot faster, she thought as she started to jog around the block.

A couple of times.

While she was listening to music- Pandora, actually- a song came on, one that she really liked. She listened to it and it gave her motivation to run even faster, to work harder.

She listened to "My Songs Know What you did in The Dark" by Fallout boy and she continued to run, until she could literally feel sweat running in lines on her back. She smiled, she was finally sweating, which means she was going to lose weight.

She then listened to a song that was slow- but it was so good. The artists voice was beautiful and perfection. She found a bench to sit down and listened to the song.

Wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky

Then it starts to rain, my defenses hit the ground

And they shatter all around, so open and exposed

I found strength in the struggle

Face to face with my trouble

When you're broken in a million little pieces

And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore

Every tear falls down for a reason

Don't you stop believing in yourself

When you're broken

Little girl don't be so blue

I know what you're going through

Don't let it beat you up

Heaven knows that getting scars

Only makes you who you are

Only makes you who you are

No matter how much your heart is aching

There is beauty in the breaking

Yeah

She really listened to the songs and soaked in the words, and really getting the meaning, as if the artist came to her and was explaining the song to her, herself. She listened to it and really enjoyed it.

When you're broken in a million little pieces

And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore

Every tear falls down for a reason

Don't you stop believing in yourself

When you're broken

Better days are gonna find you once again

Every piece will find its place

…When you're broken

She didn't know that there were tears in her eyes until someone came up to her and asked her if she was okay, the sun was blazing down on her, making her get all light-headed. She looked up and forced a smile, "I'm fine, really. Just listened to a song and I got emotional."

The person- a young adult girl- smiled, "Alright. I get like that sometimes too. Enjoy the rest of your day!" She started jogging again, leaving Callie in her thoughts.

She looked at the time and decided to get back, when she stood up, she got really dizzy and felt like a feather, as if this whole world only weighed a pound. She swayed a little bit, but decided that it was from not drinking anything. She had to sit back down again and someone offered her a water bottle, saying that she "needed it". She gave her thanks and gulped the water down in a couple of seconds. She took a breath and then got up again.

She still felt light-headed, but it wasn't as bad anymore. She put her ear buds in and started jogging home, until her knees gave out on her, and she fell to the ground. Her hands barley catching her. She gasped for breath, and just panted for a little bit.

Since no one was around, she decided to walk the rest of the way home, running be damned she thought as she didn't want to pass out and have her foster family worry about her more than usual.

While she was walking, she thought about her life in general and how it came wrong and why someone up there hated her so much. What did I ever do? She questioned to herself as she had to take a break to take a deep breath, her body feeling like it was on fire and nothing –not even water- could quench it.

She then thought about it again as she started walking. She has done so many horrible things in her life, and some she wasn't proud of. Like, when she was 14, and ran away from her foster home, she lived with a prostitute for a couple of days, seeing her hand over the money to her pimp, which she didn't know what that was at the time.

She, for a second, thought it was cool that she came home with all that money, although she gave some of it away. She innocently asked the women and she had tears in her eyes, stroking her hair and looking at her with pleading eyes, "I have to or else he'll do bad things to me. Please, sweetheart. Go home and live a happy life- doing what I do isn't cool, alright? You're young. You have so much to live for. Please don't turn out like me." She bowed her head, giving her a kiss on the forehead and then exiting the room, leaving a teenage Callie to herself.

After researching it, she decided that it wasn't a cool job that her old mentor had, and then she thought about other things she has done wrong.

Like harming herself, picking fights with people, lying on someone to get them in legal trouble. She hated to get into trouble, but sometimes, it just happened, it's like something she has no control of some of the stuff she does- even though she knows she does. She sighed, obviously knowing her life was-is- confusing. 2 blocks from her house, she buckled on the ground again, panting for air. Her vision started having black spots in her vision, and then all of a sudden, with one last scream, she passed out.

When she woke up she smelt the harsh disinfectants and the cleanliness and she instantly knew she was in the hospital. She's been here so many times before. She opened her eyes to see the doctor flashing something in her eyes, making her eyes dilute. "Hi, Callie. I'm Doctor Jamie. Nice to meet you." She had a friendly smile with olive-colored skin, blue eyes, and long brunette hair that was tied up in a loose ponytail around her neck.

"How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?"

Callie tried to think back and after a little while she finally remembered. "Yeah. I was going for a run and I fainted, right?" She asked, hoping it was correct.

The doctor gave a sad smile, "Yeah." She looked around in the room and saw that none of her foster family wasn't there, she looked back at her and the doctor smiled. "They went to an appointment or something. They'll be back in 20 minutes or so." She then sat down on the bed, next to her legs and looked at her.

She sighed, "Callie, when a guy found you, he said you were running in 90 degree heat with a fleece sweater on. Want to tell me why?" She hoped Callie would answer, having a little thought in the back of her mind.

Callie shook her head, wanting to get mad at this person. She didn't know who she was! She barley even knew her, so why should she ask questions? She wanted to yell, to scream, to shout at this person.

But all that came out –to her disappointment- was just a shake of the head.

The doctor gave a small frown, "They usually said when you go out on a run you wear a tank-top. Why were you wearing a sweater? Was it to make you sweat more so you could lose weight?" She asked, probably knowing that it was the answer.

Callie's silence gave the answer the doctor needed, and then after what felt like an eternity, Callie spoke. "How did you know?"

The doctor smiled, "I was around your age, 16, and I hated how I looked; I compared myself to other models, other people, and I started judging myself, hating myself. I looked in the mirror and saw a pig; a pig, fat, ugly pig. I starved myself, I would run in 100 degree weather with a sweater to lose more weight. Luckily, my parents got to me and got me the help I needed. Sweetie, don't do this to yourself. Please. It's not worth it." She caressed her cheek.

Callie nodded, not really taking her words to heart but defiantly thinking about what she said.

The doctor gave her a smile and then said, "When your parents get back, ring the bell. I'll come here and talk about when you should get released." She then added to Callie's silent question, "No. I will not tell them about the sweater, but I'm pretty sure they already know. So be prepared to ask questions. And if you need anything, anything at all, just page me or one of the nurses." She smiled and walked out of the door, her patient really making an impression on her.

Callie just collapsed in the bed, taking in all this new information and memories.

She decided to fall asleep again, getting lost in her thoughts, dreams, and nightmares.

She woke up to someone smiling down at her, and she was glad for this weekend turning out like this, more than likely, she wouldn't have to go to school on Monday and now she was thinking about how she hasn't thought about Mr. Hutchinson or what she did to her. It seemed like she focused on one problem, the other one temporarily went away.

She liked that.

Brandon was the first to greet her with a big smile and an awkward hug. "Callie, I'm so glad you're okay. You get to go home tomorrow." He exclaimed, taking a hold of her hand and squeezing it.

Callie gave a small smile, ready to face the rest of her family and the concerns and responses she would get.

To her surprise, she didn't get any. Only warm hugs and greetings. "Wow, Callie. The doctor said you didn't get enough water and that's why you passed out. Next time you want to run, make sure you bring a water bottle next time. I'll buy you one." Lena smiled and Callie wondered how they didn't see her in the sweater.

Callie gave a fake smile, "Alright. I'll hold you to that."

Stef joked back, "I know you will. So because I know the food here sucks, I got you a sub: a BLT, you want it?" She pulled out a bag and Callie observed the little sandwich.

It was only like 500 calories but she felt disgusted eating it, but wanted to give Lena and Stef a sense of security, knowing that she was okay.

She swallowed the piece of food, greedily sucking in all of it.

Totally forgetting about her new rule, knowing that she needed the food.

Until a couple hours later, she regretted it. Feeling sickened at herself, she made herself throw up into a puke bag and throwing it in the trashcan.

The nurse came in, checking her vitals and telling her that everything was fine and that she should go home tomorrow.

She gave a forced smile, finally thinking about him and her life.

But also thinking about her new foster family that she has found, someone who loves and respects her. Something she never had after her mother died.

She was conflicted as to which one she should focus more on. The positive or the negative?

She groaned, knowing it was too much for her.

She passed out on the hospital bed, falling asleep.

Thanks for reading and sticking with this through this story! Love you all 3 and i'm always here if you need to talk.

I feel like i'm torturing Callie too much... do you think this is true? Do you think I need to start making Callie's life happier? I really don't know, only knoiwng that this story will get a happy ending or not, depending how you think of it ;)

And my other story chapters will be up in a couple of days!

Adios amigas.

Lauren.