Disclaimer: Okay, so if you sensitive to sexual assault or anything of that nature please skip over this chapter, or discontinue reading… whichever you prefer. Also, this Chapter will be Rated M for language, content etc.

Quickly after running the car off the road, the Camry finally came to an abrupt stop. Callie's body jumped off of the passenger seat, causing her head to collide with the front windshield, making a slight crack on it.

Her heart was racing so fast, she thought it would pop out of her chest. John, or whatever his name was, got out of the car and began walking toward her side. Callie quickly jumped over to the driver's seat and opened the door, in an attempt to escape. But the man grabbed her by her legs, and pulled them to drag her out. He got Callie halfway out of the car, when she kicked him in the face. "GET OFF ME!" she yelled. The kick threw him off balance and onto the ground, allowing her to rush out of the car, through the driver's side.

As soon as she got out, she ran through the tall yellow grass. "HELP!" she yelled too afraid to glance back, but she knew no one was around to hear her.

The man covered his nose with one hand, looked back down at it and saw his own blood, "YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

He got right back up and tackled her to the ground before she could get very far. He pulled tightly on her hair, so that she could move and held his elbow tightly against her neck, so she couldn't scream. "SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK!" he warned, and punched her in the mouth while doing so. She yelped. "You wanted to get out of the car, now you're out! I gave you exactly what you wanted," he said while letting out a little laugh. He ripped her sweater off, and unzipped her jeans, while still holding her by the hair, but letting go of her neck in the process.

She coughed. "Please let me go. I'm sorry I upset you. I didn't mean to I swear!" Callie pleaded.

"I'll forgive you. Don't worry. You're going to have plenty of time to make it up to me, Sweetheart. Just be quiet and no body has to get hurt. Last bitch to test me wasn't so lucky." He was unzipping his own jeans now and Callie just covered her eyes, and began to cry.

He managed to get his pants halfway down when a figure in a navy blue hoodie pulled "Jack" off of Callie. When she uncovered her eyes, she could see someone beating the crap out of him. "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE, GO!" the voice yelled at her.

She couldn't make out his face because his hoodie was covering his head and the mysterious man was turned away from her. She heard Jack yelping, while in the process of getting his ass kicked. Callie pulled her jeans back up, and ran without grabbing her sweater, leaving her with only her white bra on. She ran like hell back to the road, hearing Jack scream in agonizing pain and beg for his life, "PLEASE! NO, MORE! DON'T KILL ME! I'M SORRY! DO—" She stopped once and looked back, but then heard silence. She wasn't about to stay and find out what happened, so she kept running. She didn't have any idea if she was even going in the right direction.

As soon as she reached the road, she froze when a silver car was racing toward her. At the last second, the car swerved and she leaped out of the way, hitting her head hard on the pavement, knocking herself unconscious. The car made an abrupt stop on the left side of the road, halfway through the tall yellow grass.

Lena and Stef came rushing out in an instant. They both leaned over and took a look at Callie. She had blood dripping down the right side of her upper forehead and down her face, a cut on her lower lip, and it seemed that the collision when her head hit the pavement caused yet another injury, not to mention she was lying on the ground shirt-less.

Stef's face went from pale to the sight of Callie on the road, to red from anger, once she realized someone must have done this to her. She looked up, and saw a silver Toyota Tundra truck nearby, and ran towards it, leaving Lena to tend to Callie. When she reached the truck, she looked confused when she saw that it was empty. She did a 360° and saw no one, so she ran back toward Callie and Lena.

She saw that Lena was having absolutely no luck waking the girl up, so Stef went to check her neck for a pulse. "She's got a pulse…" Stef stood up and tried to pick Callie up. "Help me get her to the car." Half-way to the car, they heard the sound of once empty truck's engine and looked up to see it speed away. "Motherfucker!"

They carried her to the backseat of Mike's car, and Stef fought the urge to have a speed race with the other driver.

Lena sat next to Callie and kept trying to wake her up, while her wife searched for hospitals in Mike's GPS. "Callie," Lena said while trying to shake her awake, but got no response. "Callie!" she yelled a little louder and slapped her in the face this time.

Stef drove quickly to the nearest hospital, checking her mirror constantly too glance back at the two.

Okay, updated as soon as I could. Sorry, I couldn't have Stef save Callie from Jack, but I thought this way would be more interesting. I should update the next 2 or 3 chapters by sometime tomorrow. HINT: Callie/Lena/ Stef confrontation, and more of the other characters. Thanks for all your reviews and again, future chapters still aren't written so I'm open to any suggestions…