A/N -

Hello, its me and I'm back with a new fic that has been in the works for a couple of years now. I was a bit unsure about posting it as it starts out a little dark ... trigger warning btw... this fic contains sexual abuse and domestic violence, quite graphically too. I wanted to do it justice so I went into quite a bit of detail that some readers may not like. As always, my fics are Calzona end game so dont worry about that, its just going to be a bit of a horrible ride for them to get there, but get there they will!

Please feel free to drop me a review or a pm to let me know if its worth continuing with this fic otherwise I wont bother posting it and will just keep the rest for myself lol.

The first few chapters are a bit hard to read in places but it sets up the story line for the rest of the fic which is about a third written (currently sitting at 80k words).

This fic was inspired by the song Goodbye Earl by the dixie chicks.

Let me know what you think and if enough people are interested I will likely post another chapter tomorrow ;)

Thanks for viewing/reading.

Al

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"looking good, Torres" Callie smiled over her shoulder in greeting to her best friend as the blonde approached from her cherry red mustang convertible with a beaming smile.

"whoa, turn the dimples down! I forgot my shades today and you're at a risk of blinding me" Callie's smile widened as Arizona sidled up beside her and nudged her shoulder with her own playfully. "What's put you in such a good mood anyway?"

"oh you know... the sun's out, the birds are singing, I'm stood next to a beautiful Latina... oh and I got accepted into Hopkins, the letter arrived in this morning's mail!" Arizona's smile widened even more. "Have you had any replies from your med schools yet?"

"nothing yet… let's hope Hopkins acceptance letter is lost in the mail somewhere and will turn up" Callie offered a tight smile despite attempting her natural smile. She of course was happy for her friend but the fear of not being accepted at the same university or at least a university close by was dulling her excitement.

"come on Calliope… don't be such a sour puss. It will come... it will!" the blonde threw her arm around Callie's shoulders and half hugged the brunette.

"your right… I'm sorry. Its amazing news and I am so, so happy for you… it's just bittersweet. If I don't get into Hopkins… you know what that will mean right?"

"of course I do. But let's not worry about that until we know that it's what we're dealing with"

"Arizona" Callie sighed dejectedly "you're my best friend, you have been since we were seven but as much as we hate it when others say it… we are joined at the hip. I just can't help but be worried about what happens if Hopkins don't want me? We will be living on opposite sides of the country instead of opposite sides of the fence we somehow managed to talk our parents into gating so we wouldn't have to walk all the way round the front gardens to see each other dozens of times a day"

"Callie, stop stressing… your acceptance letter is coming. And if it doesn't… this is the twenty first century, we could see each other every day we have off if we wanted to, wherever you end up will be just a short flight away. And there's Skype, and instant messenger, and mobile phones, and emails. It will be different to what we are used to sure, but we will still talk every single day. It won't be that different and its only if you don't get accepted, but you will, because like me, you are awesome"

"you're right. I am awesome" Callie smirked. "Oh look, there's your girl. Does she know yet?"

"nah, I was waiting to see her today to tell her in person. I better go talk to her… well break up with her, she's not going to want to stay in a relationship with me when I'm all the way at Hopkins and even if she does you know my stance on long distance… other than with you of course, but you're family. It's different" Arizona shrugged. She and Jo had been in a relationship for the better part of two years and the loss of her dimples in her smile made it apparent that she was not looking forward to this conversation.

"you going to be ok battleship?" Callie asked, stealing Arizona's brothers nickname for her to make her smile, and smile she did, wholeheartedly. It was a name she only borrowed when she knew the blonde was upset and needed a pick me up. It was a silent message that Callie knew she was hurting and needed her support.

"yeah, it sucks but it is what it is. No point avoiding it and dragging it out any longer… I'll catch you for lunch?" Arizona asked as she turned to face Callie, walking backwards slowly in the direction of her girlfriend who was hanging by her locker with her own group of friends.

"absolutely, its sloppy Joe's day, no way am I missing out on one of our last sloppy Joe Wednesdays!" Callie winked playfully.

"it's a date Calliope… have a good morning" Arizona returned the wink flirtatiously and spun around to face her task, walking with a mix of purpose and trepidation towards the eminent break up.

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"is there a specific reason you're stood staring out of the window instead of ironing my clothes? I have to leave in fifteen minutes and I swear, if they aren't ready for me then it is going to end up pissing me off, and we both know you don't want to piss me off Cal" Callie flinched at the voice and spun to face her husband with the best apologetic smile she could muster.

"sorry Earl, I was just thinking about what I need to get done today. I'll go set the ironing board up right away. Your breakfast is plated and in the oven and I've poured your coffee and the second one is in your to-go cup"

"did I ask for your life story or did I ask you to stop standing around and making the place look untidy and get to work?" Earl asked pointedly, raising his arm and pointing towards the laundry where his overalls were waiting for his wife's attention.

"sorry, I'll do it right now" Callie passed her husband and kissed his cheek softly in the way she knew he liked, it made him feel like they were in a nineteen-fifties relationship and she was a fully submissive wife who hung off of his every word and action. Something that made her shudder deep to her core but seemed to fend off the beginnings of an argument occasionally, and when it came to Earl, if it fended off yet another argument it was worth just doing it to hopefully please him.

"make sure you don't put the press lines in the legs like you did yesterday, you made a fool of me at work and the lads took the piss all day, you know I don't appreciate you humiliating me Cal" Earl glared as he grabbed his full fry-up and looked at it in disdain like he had been served dog shit on a cheap platter.

"of course, I'm sorry. I thought you would like it, I know how much pride you take in your appearance. It won't happen again" Callie smiled softly, ignoring the burn in the flesh around her eye at the reminder of the back hand she had received the second her husband stepped through the front door last night.

"make sure it doesn't… and for fucks sake, instead of standing around twiddling your thumbs all day, how about you read a recipe book and learn to fucking cook. I wouldn't feed this shit to a dog!" Earl snarled as he forked a cut section of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth and crinkling his nose in disgust to hide the moan of satisfaction at how incredible the home made sausage tasted.

"I will do it today honey, I'm sorry. Would you like for me to make you something else?" Callie asked meekly as she watched her husband masticating the food like he was a starved beast in the wilderness.

"no Cal, I want you to get your ass in the fucking laundry and iron my fucking clothes before you make me late for work again. I swear if I am a second late I will make you feel it when I get home, are we clear?" Earl spat, not even giving Callie a glance, she didn't deserve for him to even acknowledge her presence. She wasn't worthy of his effort to move his eyes.

"of course, I'll go and get them done right away" Callie offered as she turned and left to complete her seventh task for the day. As always she had gotten up at five in the morning to begin her chores. She showered and dressed in the clothes Earl had bought her years ago which now hung loosely from her thin frame, before cleaning the bathroom and shower cubicle so it was immaculate for Earl's own morning routine.

She would then go and start breakfast, set the table and polish Earls work boots. Being a mechanic meant he often came home with oil and grease covering the leather, it was her job to have it all cleaned off and the boots sparkling better than brand new before he put them on his feet every morning. Once breakfast was made, she would go about making his coffee and preparing a to-go cup for him to drink on his commute to the workshop.

She would then go and collect the paper from the mail box attached to the front of the house so that the delivery boy could put it directly into the house and deliver it neatly on the table next to his seat for him to read as he ate. Callie wasn't allowed to leave the premises at all, and by that she didn't mean the land boundary, she meant the house. The house she had been confined in and held prisoner in for almost three whole years now, without contact to anybody other than Earl.

Every exit point to the house had ornate metal gratings over them to make it impossible for her to escape through them whilst disguising their purpose from the outside world, and as if that wasn't enough of a deterrent, he had put sensor alarms on them too which would send an alarm to his pager that never left his person, that they had been triggered, as had the doors.

And as if she was stupid enough to ever try escaping again and risking getting away before he got back to check on her, he had a friend just across the street who he paid a salary to watch the house and her closely, even when he was home. He would receive the alarm as well and would rush over to capture her and secure her back within the house until Earl returned home and dealt with her.

She had never seen this friend, but she knew he was there. She had been watching the other houses discretely when she was alone for years now and the house directly opposite Earls house had an occupant that spent a lot of time monitoring the house, she had seen the curtains and blinds twitching numerous times. She had no doubt that Earl was telling the truth and this friend was watching her every move.

"for fucks sake Cal, are you deaf as well as dumb. I have to leave and you're not finished. Do you want me to beat the shit out of you… is that it? You get some sick sexual satisfaction of feeling me beat you to the ground and put you in your place?" Earl snapped as he caught Callie ironing half-heartedly.

"no of course not, I'm finished" Callie offered with a forced smile hoping to fend off his anger.

"so you're saying you don't like me beating the shit out of you?" Earl mocked and raised a challenging eyebrow at her.

Callie faltered, she knew what this meant, she had been in this position many times before. If she agreed with him out of submission, he would beat the shit out of her and gloat that she had wanted it and enjoyed it. If she disagreed with him then he would beat the shit out of her and then spit at her that she should be grateful for everything he gave her. She couldn't win here, so she remained silent.

Earl grabbed her by the back of her neck, Callie squealed in pain as she felt his rough fingers pressing deep into her flesh, his short nails imprinting crescents in her once flawless caramel skin against the already bruised and tender flesh.

"do you think you can ignore me you ungrateful bitch" Earl growled into her ear.

"I'm sorry" Callie begged.

"what are you sorry for exactly?" Earl mocked her tone cruelly, scoffing at the panic in her always expressive eyes. It was her biggest weakness, no matter how hard she tried to hide her emotions and feelings, her eyes gave her away the second he looked in them. And as he looked into them he felt the tension in his boxers increase as he began to harden against the cotton restraints.

"for upsetting you and for making you late, I'm really sorry Earl" Callie whimpered despite trying to control her voice to not upset him further, she could feel his erection brushing against her lower back and she felt the dread rise within her.

"well now I am late, you might as well make it worth my while, get on your knees and show me how sorry you are, and be quick about it you dopey bitch!" Earl ordered as he pushed Callie to the ground roughly and scoffed as she flailed like a fish out of water after hitting her head on the tiles. Rushing to her knees before he changed his mind and decided to beat or penetrate her, she meekly lowered his boxers and tried to hide her disgust at his obvious arousal at pushing her around and knowing she would never do anything but submit herself to him.

Feeling his wife's lips encase the head of his dick, Earl shuffled back slightly so he could lean his weight against the wall before he grasped his hands in Callie's ponytail and ripped the band away, taking away several strands of hair with it, the sensation of Callie's pained whimper vibrated around his erect member causing it to tingle visibly against her lips in excitement at being able to physically feel his wife's pain. He wrapped his strong, powerful hands into Callie's breast length hair, a length he forced her to maintain, and curled it around his fists several times until his knuckles brushed against the Latina's scalp and began to forcefully control her movements as he began to thrust eagerly into her mouth.

"fuck that feels good, at least there's something you can do right you fucking whore" Earl groaned as he felt his peak rushing towards him at the sobbing around his tender flesh as he roughly thrust harder and harder, basking in the pained breaths and whimpers every time his tip connected with the back of her throat.

He couldn't help but be excited about arriving home, knowing that the damage he was doing to his wife's throat would cause her to be speaking with that damn sexy husky voice. His mind filled with plans for that evening, he truly loved his wife's husky voice and took full advantage of making her describe all the things she wanted him to do to her in intimate detail until he gave her what she wanted and fucked her into full submission.

And then, when she was completely physically broken from his love making and would begin to sob, he loved to feel her flesh puckering as it swelled and blushed against his hands as he beat her for crying instead of thanking him for loving her.

"fuck! Don't stop... That's it, right there... don't you dare stop doing that… fuck… that's it, take all of me... you can take more, take it Callie!" Callie complied as she tried to control her sobs and not let the tears fall, if Earl saw her crying he would use it as an excuse to give her a quick beating before he left. It would be a quick beating too, she knew Earl well enough to know what that evening would bring, it always came after he made her blow him like this. Always.

"go wash your filthy mouth up you whore! and next time, I suggest you move your ass on a morning instead of making me late!" Earl announced a minute after his release came with a satisfied grunt of approval, releasing Callie's hair with a final tug that he knew would cause her some pain to emphasize his words, he pushed her hard by the forehead causing her to fall backwards and into a messy heap on the cold tiles. She jumped up and skittered away, too afraid to wipe away the trickle of blood she could feel rolling from the corner of her mouth from the split lip courtesy of her husbands efforts to get off.

When she arrived in the bathroom she leaned against the wall silently with her eyes firmly closed, listening intently for the front door to close and lock, then the car to start, reverse onto the road and peel away so he wouldn't be late for work despite using it as his excuse.

The second she knew she was in the clear the tears fell. She walked to the vanity and grabbed some Betadine and cotton balls from the cupboard before glancing at her trembling lips in the mirror and began to clean up the minor injury she had sustained this morning. She never looked any further than her lips though.

No, Callie had made the mistake of looking in her reflections eyes a year or so ago, and had almost died at her husbands hands when he heard her sobs and found her in an inconsolable heap on the en-suite floor at the stranger who stared back at her from the mirror. She would never make that mistake again, Earl would be the only person to ever look into her eyes again and just knowing the satisfaction and arousal her eyes gave him made her feel sick to the stomach.

Once finished tending to her wound and jumped in the shower, basking in the ability to cleanse herself after one of her sexual encounters with Earl, she rarely got to. Most times he would stick around or would lie next to her in bed and she would be forced to remain still and marinade in his sweat that clung to her, and on a few occasions his semen, feeling it dry and crust against her raw flesh where ever it had landed. This moment she was thankful for, at least this time she could try and wash away the feel of him all over her body that consumed her, even if she already knew it was a fruitless task.