A/N-

Hello again, as promised here is chapter 2. this one isnt as sexually graphic as chapter 1 although part 2 is still not an easy read. Ive had a few questions sent my way since I posted chapter 1 and I dont want to give too much away but everything will be explained in the coming chapters but fear not Earls abuse wont last forever and Arizona will be in the fic (not just in flashbacks) soon.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, please leave me a review to let me know what you think. I live for reviews and pm's so dont be shy ;)!

AL xxx

-oOo-

"you all packed Blondie?" Callie teased as she bounced into her best friends bed and crossed her legs, leaning comfortably against the headboard and making herself at home.

"I think so… brunette-y" Arizona offered a fake glare, Callie was the only person who could get away with using that specific nickname and despite the blondes best efforts over the years to find a suitable come back, she failed, every single time she failed. Which of course only spurred Callie on to see the annoyance and frustration flash through her friends cerulean eyes as her competitive ego took another hit. Something not many people were able to do. Arizona was fiercely competitive and didn't like to lose, or be beaten in any way, shape or form.

"brunette-y? Really… that's the best you've got? Maybe Uni will educate you in better comebacks" Callie teased playfully, giggling when Arizona grabbed a pillow and threw it at her with gusto. "Such a sore loser Blondie"

"piss off loco! You know you really should be trying to be nice to me, I leave tomorrow and your spending our last few hours irritating me, I have Tim to do that" Arizona glared at her friend half heartedly.

"don't remind me. I can't believe I only got one acceptance and its at the hospital a ten minute drive from our houses… how is that even possible… or fair? I really thought I would get more choice than one med school" Callie pouted.

"I don't know sweets, something must have happened. Maybe the mailman messed up and dropped your applications in a puddle and the only one that could be salvaged was Charles Drew" Arizona tried again for the hundredth time to try and reassure her best friend that there was something else going on here, she was worth way more than Charles Drew.

"but it's not even one of the best in LA, I mean its Charles Drew… its practically a joke school compared to the others in the state. I don't even remember applying to go there because it's so… well shit" Callie frowned.

"why did you accept then if it's so shit? Anyways a good doctor isn't just based on the educational facility they trained at. Go and be the best Drew's has ever seen and then move on and when your chief of surgery at one of the top ranking hospitals in the world you can be a source of hope for all those kids who don't have a way to pay for the big gun universities, or didn't get the grades to beat all the know it all's like us, or live in a situation where they have no other option but to go to Drew's or its all they can aspire to because of the hand life has dealt them so far. Don't see it as a setback, look at it like a challenge, a challenge that you're going to rock at like a rock star!"

"why are you always so optimistic and positive… its annoying, quit the perkiness Blondie" Callie tossed the pillow with as much vigour back at her friend, smirking when it smashed her in the face and elicited a squeak of shock from her friend.

"it's a flaw really… and look, anyone can fly through Hopkins and make a name for themselves, dozens of famous surgeons have done it over the years, so many that now it's not even such a big deal… I'll go to a med conference in two decades to receive a Harper Avery and other doctors will ask where I went to med school, and I will say Hopkins and they will roll their eyes in annoyance that another arrogant asshole from Hopkins has been nominated, yet again… and then there will be you, sat at the same table, fighting against me to win that Harper Avery, and they will ask you where you attended and you will say Drew's and they will ask… what the hell is Drew's?"

"real funny, aren't you meant to be cheering me up not making it worse?"

"I'm not finished Calliope just be patient! And they will say what is Drew's and you will say it's a small med school in LA where you attended and are one of the few of their scholars that remained within the medical industry after completion of your education because every other lame ass there will hit internship and drop out because they are deadbeats, everyone who attends Drew's ends up a deadbeat… and they will look at you like your some kind of goddess, because you started from Drew's…. Drew's, Callie! And you made Drew's your bitch, then when your all sitting there with a smart ass smirk on your face because you deserve to be there more than anyone else in the room… you will fall off your godlike pedestal when I totally win the award and kick your ass cause I'm awesome my friend, don't worry I will let you come by my place once a week to polish my trophy for me"

"yeah right! Aren't you thinking about going into plastics? What exactly do you think you will win an industry leading award for? The perfect sized boob job?" Callie scoffed playfully smirking at the small huff Arizona released subconsciously despite knowing the comment was offered in jest.

"hey, don't dismiss the importance of boob size, it's a true art form to find boobs the right size and shape on somebody else for your hand" Arizona teased.

"sorry Cal… I don't know what you two are even talking about but battleship is right… it's like shifting through rocks and finally finding a diamond when you find the perfect boobs for your hand" Tim smirked as he entered the room and bounced onto the bed beside Callie and threw a playful stink eye at his baby sister who was giving him the 'get the hell out of my room jackass' look that she had honed perfectly over the years despite being best friends with her brother.

"and I don't disagree for a second vet-boy… in fact I totally agree! not that my boob expertise is anywhere near as extensive as yours or Arizona's is… but your idiot sister here reckons she's going to win one of the most prestigious awards a surgeon can win by giving a boob job" Callie smirked at the annoyance on the female blondes face at being teamed up on by her two most important people, something that always drives her nuts.

"hey there is more to plastics than the three T's: Tits and Tummy Tucks! We will see who is laughing when they win the Harper Avery first Calliope, and probably a grant or two from Carter Madison for my ground breaking research and testing" Arizona poked her tongue at her best friend who couldn't help but smirk at Arizona's immaturity despite feeling the need to argue the blondes ego.

"hell, I'd give you an award for making boobs even better than they already are!" Tim grinned excitedly, laughing when Arizona looked at him pointedly as if he had just offended her, despite the fact that she was nothing but amused by his input to the discussion. "What? It's a valiant thing for you to do, some women need bigger boobs for their confidence… and some guys need bigger boobs to sleep on… you know that song… 'everybody needs a bosom for a pillow!' it's a win-win for the universe"

"you're a pig Tim… boobs aren't just there for pillows for jackasses like you" Callie guffawed.

"your right… they make good play toys too, the right boobs can give me hours of endless entertainment" Tim wriggled his eyebrows before winking at the Latina he thought of as a second sister, but he was well aware of his twins small and lasting crush on the brunette so flirting was his go to method of teasing his sister and Callie had never seemed to mind, not since Tim had asked her on a date many, many years ago when he was young and awkward and discovering her own sexuality and body and the allure of the goddess that is Callie Torres caused him to stutter what will go down in history as the most awkward date offer ever.

Callie was gracious enough not to laugh in his face despite the hilarity of the situation and Tim's sheer awkwardness, but she had made it clear to him that although he was handsome and funny and sweet and a really good guy, she just wasn't attracted to him in a boyfriend way, only in a brother/best friend kind of way and if that ever changed she would let him know, but she wanted for him to be happy, he deserved to be happy, so he wasn't to hang around waiting for her. Instead she had allowed him two days to bask in his misery at being knocked back before she dragged his sorry ass to the bathroom and stood vigil outside of the door until he succumbed and showered. Then she had forced Arizona to follow them to the local bowling alley where they spent the day bowling, playing pool and air hockey, competing against each other on various arcade games and munching on junk food and drinking slushy's whilst Callie scoped the room for the prettiest and sweetest girl she could find before following her into the toilets and asking her if she would ask her friend Tim out.

At first the girl had thought it was a joke, and then had asked Callie why she would do that and what was in it for her, clearly expecting a monetary answer. Callie had simply smiled softly and informed the girl that what was in it for her was a date with an amazing guy who was every girls dream: gorgeous, smart, funny, well dressed, always showered and fresh, moral, sensitive, kind, a gentleman, fit, smoking body, modest, sweet, gentle, cheeky, attentive… he was just Tim in her eyes, and although she could see and appreciate those things about him, she just wasn't interested in him romantically.

Tim and Lucy had gone on to be a power couple for many years until the prospect of separating to opposite sides of the country for universities. They had agreed to try the long distance thing, what harm in there was trying if the alternative was to break up anyway. But neither held much hope that they would be able to make things work, which they were both open and honest about. They loved each other, there was no doubt about that, they were just realists and neither wanted to hold the other back from their dreams, they would try and if it didn't work then they would let each other go to spread their wings with nothing but best wishes and love, and if the universe was good enough, they would find their way back to each other when the timing was better. Only time would tell what the future had in store.

"urgh Tim! Will you please stop hitting on Callie, it's never going to happen. You're the king of the friend zone when it comes to her" Arizona scoffed in annoyance.

"oh quit being such a sour puss, your just jealous that Callie finds your big brother way more attractive than you" Tim grinned as he saw the annoyance fill his sisters deep blue eyes.

"ok let's settle this debate once and for all… one, you are seven minutes older and only because you were a greedy pig in Mom's womb and you stole all the nutrients from me, making me younger and smaller. Two, you are not better looking, if anything you should be worried because I can already see a couple of grey hairs and a wrinkle or two around your eyes"

"hey I'm only seven minutes older not seven decades!" Tim whined causing Callie to laugh loudly as her head threw back in its natural way, her trademark infectious laugh that nobody could hear and not smile and laugh along with.

"whatever! Three, we both know that out of the two of us, who has more success with the ladies, so suck it vet-boy" Arizona scowled playfully, this was an age old argument that the two twins had been a part of for the last decade or so, the argument adapting over the years to suit their current situation, but always going the same way.

"vet-man thank you!" Tim deadpanned with a slight pout as he tried to bite down his own amusement.

"no I was right the first time… have your balls even dropped yet little man?" Arizona teased mockingly.

"I dunno, have your boobs started developing yet little sis?" Tim played back.

"hey I have boobs! Right here, see!" Arizona screeched in indignation as she pointed at her smaller-than-she-would-like boobs with both hands over elaborately as if she needed to make everyone aware as to where her boobs were.

"yuck, don't emphasize your boobs to me! they are the only boobs I never want to see!" Tim screamed in a high pitch voice as he threw his hands dramatically over his eyes, knowing his antics would cause his two best friends amusement.

"what, so you want to look at Barb's boobs?" Callie smirked, winking at Arizona playfully as the blonde guffawed at Callie involving herself back into the argument.

"oh yuck! No… that's so wrong Torro!" Tim deadpanned, a small amount of disgust leaving a tainted taste in his mouth causing his lips to crinkle down slightly at the thought of his mother's breasts.

"you weren't saying it was wrong when you suckled on them several times a day Timothy… you loved Mom's boobs… remember you used to run around begging her for more booby juice when you were two… you loved Mom's booby juice" Arizona sing songed, instantly picking up on the distaste on his face at the thought and running with it.

"you're sick! Anyway as we were saying… let's settle this once and for all" Tim challenged knowing Arizona wouldn't back down from a challenge and desperately wanting to change this conversation away from the days he breastfed from his mother.

"ok name it, what do I have to do this time to prove that the chicks dig my dimples over your… whatever it is you claim to have, that would interest a woman" Arizona smirked at Tim's mockingly feminine offense at her insult.

"Callie… you're a chick that can appreciate a fine man… and a par standard chick" Tim threw a glare at his sister, tilting his head slightly to show he was still playing. "What do you think… as an innocent bystander… you walk into a bar and the loser and I walk up to you and offer to buy you a drink and no strings attached sex… which one of us would you take home and show a good time?" Tim smirked suggestively.

"well first of all… did you really just think that you could get in my pants by buying me one drink and offering a one night stand? Seriously Tim?" Callie deadpanned, glaring Tim and ignoring Arizona's bark of laughter as she shoved her brother in the arm for being such a horn dog.

"what… I'm keeping it neutral, that's not my game… it may be Arizona's game, but it's not mine" Tim shrugged before pushing his sister back softly to not hurt her.

"suck it butt munch. Some of us Robbins know how to actually treat a lady right… and Cal, if I was only allowed to buy you one drink, I would totally buy you a cocktail… but not a pretty pink one with an umbrella and a silly name that only girly girls would giggle over… oh no, it would be deep red and have like a cherry stuck onto a plastic fibula and it would have a badass name, something as badass as you… like 'Hematoma' or 'Code Red'!" Arizona winked seductively at her best friend who laughed in amusement at Arizona's playful flirting.

"well I don't need to try and over impress with fancy drinks with stupid names, I would buy a beautiful, classy lady like yourself a glass of champagne, something middle range because your too good for the cheap stuff but I also know that I don't need to impress you by throwing money into overpriced things for you, the way to your heart isn't through my wallet" Tim raised an eyebrow in what he thought was a seductive, sexy look but only caused Callie to guffaw at his attempt and how ridiculous he looked even trying to match his sisters efforts. Tim Robbins was definitely the kind of guy who only needed his natural charm to woo the socks off a woman, he didn't need any over the top moves or obvious expressions, all he had to do was smile, flash those dimples and women would fall at his feet, and he knew it.

"wow, smooth Timothy, has that look ever worked for you?" Arizona mocked.

"a lady doesn't kiss and tell" Tim mocked with innocence, loving the playful banter the three of them always shared so naturally, he would really miss moments like this. "Ok out with it Torro… which of us would you bang?" Callie guffawed loudly at Tim's bluntness before smirking as Tim smiled sweetly at her and ran his pointer finger teasingly over her denim clad thigh moving higher slightly.

"no cheating Timothy. And remove your hands from my best friend before I remove them from your arms!" Tim lifted his hands and held them out in mock surrender at the threat before stroking his face with his right hand in a 'sexy' way that audibly massaged his six o'clock shadow and flashing his barely there dimples at Callie.

"sorry Timmo… but if you're going to make me choose..." Callie winked before placing a sweet kiss on his mortified cheek and winking playfully at Arizona who had the decency to blush slightly amongst her triumph.

"ha, suck it… if you want Tim, I can give you some pointers so you don't look all that pathetic in front of all the girls that clearly aren't surrounding you and fighting for your attention" Arizona smirked.

"oh please, she only chose you because she knows what you look like naked… in fact that's totally an unfair advantage over me, I guarantee if I got naked she would change her mind… in fact..." Tim grabbed the hem of his shirt and started lifting it up, breaking into some kind of silent seductive strip tease, guffawing as both women pounced on him and crashed him into Arizona's mattress before he could expose anymore flesh to them than his tight six pack.

"I'm really gonna miss this" Tim sighed dejectedly as he lay in the middle with an arm around his two best friends and placed a tender kiss on each of their foreheads in concession, smiling as they each snuggled closer into him, basking in the moment in knowledge that it would too soon be over.

"yeah me too… I can't believe you two knuckle heads leave town tomorrow… what the hell am I going to do in this hell hole without you two getting me in all kinds of trouble" Callie sighed.

"you'll do what you do best… babysit the parents while battleship and me do all the crazy" Tim scoffed, laughing around his breathlessness as Callie gut punched him and pouted at his ribbing.

"you're going to be awesome Cal, and both Battleship and I will be in contact with you all the time that you won't even notice that we are gone… but seriously, can you please keep an eye on the oldies for me, I'm kinda worried about how they are going to cope once it hits them that both of us are gone at the same time" Tim tightened the hug even more, hoping that Callie would agree.

"of course I will, you know I see your parents like my second parents anyway. I promise to look after Dan and Barb and I will let you know the second anything happens that you should know about. Just focus on trying to be as close to the awesome that is your sister" Callie teased to lighten the mood.

"never going to happen… he's training to be a veterinary surgeon Cal, that's not even a real doctor… it's a mockery to the medical field, even dermatology would be less of an embarrassment at this stage" Arizona smirked as she felt Tim scoff in their embrace.

"when you need medical help you won't be complaining" Tim scoffed, smirking when Arizona fell for the bait and looked at him questioningly. "No doctor is going to touch you, bitches belong at the vets with guys like me, not in a hospital"

Callie couldn't help but smile as she watched Tim and Arizona begin to rough house while trying to beat each other up with every school ground tactic they could think of. She really was going to miss these moments and knowing that very soon they would be gone, she couldn't help but feel bittersweet about enjoying it whilst it lasted.

-oOo-

Callie awoke with a pounding headache that was pressing firmly against her skull. She raised her hands to her face and flinched at the pain that exploded through every nerve ending in her body and without realizing she emitted a loud whimper of pain.

"unless you're waking me up to tell me you've won the lottery and I'm rich because of your sorry worthless ass, you better shut the fuck up Cal!" Earl snarled over his shoulder from the opposite side of the bed.

"sorry honey, I'll go and start breakfast right away" Callie whimpered as she forced her wreck of a body from the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom quietly.

"talking is not shutting the fuck up you dumb bitch. Go and do something useful before I get out of this bed and beat your ass into next week"

Callie closed the bathroom door silently, something she had honed to perfection in order to never wake Earl up if she needed to pee through the night or when she got up earlier than him to get the day started for him, something she did every day for practically three years. Yes, her abilities to be silent and invisible were impeccable.

Her dull brown eyes met her reflection and she winced at the deep purple and green bruises spreading across around seventy percent of her body, her breath hitching in her chest causing a deep aching pain within her. Moving to the vanity and removing the oversized first aid kit Earl was generous enough to give her for Christmas so that she could better treat her injuries without making a mess around his house, she placed it delicately on the counter and untied the string she used to hold it shut, not daring to use the zipper in case its minuscule sound travelled and disturbed her slumbering husband in the next room.

She removed several items, placing them soundlessly on the counter before beginning to treat the open wounds first, giving up after several attempts of trying to remove the congealed blood from her thighs she glanced at the several crusty creamy stains covering her thighs and stomach and fought the urge to vomit at the memories of how those stains got there. She turned the shower on, braced herself for the pain she knew she was about to endure and stepped into the cubicle.

The slow methodical sound of the water masked her muffled painful sobs as she allowed the hot water to remove all traces of last night, and early this morning that she could physically remove. The water seeped into her open wounds and stung to a degree that made her knees threaten to buckle, but again she fought the sensation. If she collapsed it would make a sound and Earl would just start all over again, and so she fought with everything she had left to just stay quiet and clean herself up.

Satisfied that she was now able to treat her wounds a little easier, she exited the shower without even bothering to attempt to wash her hair instead she had ran the water through it, but the thought of shampoo or conditioner getting into her wounds just wasn't something she could bear.

She grabbed her black towel, a color he had chosen to cover up the numerous times she had bled on the towels, and wrapped it around her body carefully before tying her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, ignoring the jolts of pain shooting through various parts of her skeletal and muscular system.

Patting her skin dry with extreme caution, she hung her towel back up on the towel ring that was hers, not even glancing to the heated towel rail that was hung for Earls use only.

She returned to the medical supplies and began to assess the injuries she had sustained this time around. There were angry welts in the shape of Earls favorite belt buckle all over her thighs and she knew if she was able to turn her neck fully to investigate the other side of her reflection, she would find them all over her shoulders, back and ass cheeks too. Several of them had broken her flesh, but only slightly, a simple Betadine rub and a sterile covering would suffice on them.

Her legs and knees were covered in scrapes and scuffs, but her knees had been worn down several deep layers of flesh and even now she could see the blood beginning to descend as gravity took hold of its weight. She grabbed some more Betadine and poured it on a cotton swap and braced herself, clenching her jaw tightly together to stifle any sounds of complaint and she began to dab the lotion into the wounds, tears filling her eyes as the pain filled her and consumed her.

Once finished she grabbed some gauze pads and some micro-pore tape and covered her knees to keep them sterile. Damn carpet burns were the bane of her life, they hurt like a bitch to get, they hurt like a bitch to treat, and they hurt like a bitch until the very last minute of healing… but this was Earl. Carpet burns, especially on her knees was something she was no stranger to.

Next she focused on the several cuts on her arms, wincing in pain as she touched her left forearm and realized that it was probably broken again, something that she had originally felt agony when she would receive such an injury, but now she was almost numb to the pain from the familiarity of it. As if her body was accustomed to the sensation and ignored it as normal. She grit her teeth and prodded at the bone until she found the exact location and noted that the bone wasn't aligned fully, so she jerked it back into place, stifling her scream by bearing down on her teeth harder to a point she could feel the tension cracking the roots.

She grabbed the forearm splint from the bag, glaring at it in disdain at how grubby it was now, almost as if it was taunting her about how intimately she and it knew each other, she had spent a lot of time over the past few years wearing the stupid thing on one of her arms to aid her healing bones.

She focused on treating the remainder of the injuries on her body as quickly as possible so that she could cover up her body before Earl strode in, saw her naked and decided to go for round eight, or was it round nine, or ten? Finally having thrown on her only bra, a white… grey, piece of crap that was covered in tears and holes, and had maroon stains from where she was unable to remove the blood. It provided her little to no support in way but at least it was an extra layer of protection. And then one of the ten t-shirts she owned followed by a pair of ratty underwear and a pair of jeans that hung off her hips, flaunting to her just how much weight she had really lost over the years.

She glanced in the mirror again, her eyes finally trailing to her face and she gasped in horror at the misshapen ugly mess that was staring back at her, she avoided looking into her own eyes but studied her every other feature. She grabbed a suture kit and threaded the needle expertly before beginning to stitch a three inch long slice in the apple of her cheek, gritting her teeth with each stitch as she pulled the thread through and sealed the wound.

After covering the wound with a generous coating of Betadine, she exited the bathroom and made her way silently to the kitchen to start breakfast, grabbing a bag of frozen pea's to place over her cheek and eye to hopefully reduce the swelling of her mangled eye socket. Twenty minutes later, with a stack of pancakes and warmed maple syrup just being placed on the table in Earl's spot, Callie turned as Earl strode smugly into the room and eyed her mockingly before dropping into his chair and motioned for Callie to pour his syrup for him.

"Are my overalls ready yet?" He asked, not looking up from his plate as he shoved another large mouthful into his mouth.

"Almost finished, I wanted the pancakes to still be warm. I'm going to go and finish up unless you needed anything else?" Callie asked quietly, accepting Earls shake of the head as a dismissal and moving off to finish the job. Earl entered only a few moments later just as she was finishing, almost as if he had hurried his food to try and catch her out as an excuse to goad her further. As he pulled his overalls on over his boxers he smiled smugly at her.

"Thanks for last night kitten, you always know the best ways to make me purr" Earl smirked as he kissed Callie's cheek directly on top of her stitches and smirked as she flinched in pain. "I paid you a compliment Calliope, do you not have anything to say in return?" He frowned mockingly.

"It was incredible, you're an amazing lover" Callie offered, trying to force some emotion into the empty words before Earl lost his shit with her for not being more upbeat.

"Only amazing?" Earl smirked knowingly.

"The best, the best I've ever had" Callie offered, raising her eyes to meet him, hoping if he saw the humiliation in her eyes he would give her a break, her entire body was aching and throbbing and keeping it together and not breaking down was becoming too hard.

"Even better than… what's her name… Alabama? You know who I mean, that blonde bitch you used to be friends with, the dyke" Earl provoked.

"I never had sex with Arizona, but if I had then I would still imagine you would be the best. Nobody could be better than you Earl" Callie offered.

"Oh come on, you keep holding out on me but one day you will admit that you had a piece of that fine ass" Earl scoffed in his wives face as he stepped closer and invaded her personal space, Callie's eyes sunk to the ground in fear as she felt his warm, perfectly minty breath wash over her face. "Admit it Calliope!" Earl snarled.

"I don't know what you want me to do?" Callie sobbed.

"Are you fucking crying right now. You know I hate going to work when my wife is at home crying!" Earl growled as he grabbed Callie's cheeks in one hand and squeezed them together causing her lips to pucker, instantly splitting the stitches and causing the wound to weep angry drops of blood.

"Earl please… I don't want to lie to you, you hate me lying to you and I would never want to lie to you… but you're asking me to lie to you… I don't know what you want me to do… please" Callie's tears continued to fall as Earl thrust her back against the Laundry door causing every breath to escape Callie's body in pain.

"Your pathetic… clean yourself up and make sure you don't look like shit when I get home!" Earl stormed from the room leaving Callie a heap on the floor. He marched to the front door and bent over to grab his work boots but stopped mid bend and frowned.

"Get your fucking ass in here right now Cal!" Callie appeared seconds later and upon seeing his work boots, his dirty, greasy, dull leather work boots her stomach dropped as far as her jaw as she began to hyperventilate.

"Tell me what the fuck you see you dumb useless bitch" Earl demanded as he grabbed the heavy steel toed boots and threw them consecutively at her face.

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… I forgot! It took me longer than normal to clean up this morning and I forgot. Earl I'm sorry" Callie pleaded, her eyes firmly on the boots.

"I didn't ask for your worthless excuses, I told you to tell me what the fuck you see" Earl snarled as he calmly took each step as Callie backed up away from him in fear until her back pressed against the wall and she realized she had nowhere else to go as Earl invaded her private space and wrapped his trembling hand around her neck and began to squeeze.

"Your boots" Callie gasped.

"What about my fucking boots. Explain to me what's wrong with my fucking boots Cal" Earl glared at his wife pointedly, challenging her to answer in any way other than in a plead for her life.

"They are dirty. I didn't clean them. Please Earl I'm sorry. It will take me five minutes to fix this" Callie whimpered with a voice full of fear.

Earl slammed his spare fist into the wall, the plasterboard which instantly caved against the pressure and left a fist sized hole surrounded by knuckle shaped dents from his pinky. Callie flinched at the action, small flecks of paint and plaster brushing against her ear and cheek and getting trapped in the slightly congealing blood covering the right side of her lower face.

"The fuck was so important that you forgot to do the simplest of tasks Cal" Earl snarled in her face, droplets of spittle hitting her straight in the face.

"I… I just… I needed… I had..."

"Spit it the fuck out you stupid whore" Earl screamed seconds before his fist connected with her already split cheek. Callie crumbled in on herself as blow after blow rained down upon her. As her drained body slid to the ground without Earls support around her neck and the punches turned to kicks. At first she fought to stay conscious, knowing she would need to clean herself up the second Earl left, but the battle was lost as her body denied her orders as the pain overtook her and the oxygen deprivation began to reach her brain, and then there was no pain, no fear, no sound. Just darkness, a blanket of darkness that covered her in its embrace of warmth and safety and took away all the bad, leaving her with just darkness and nothing else.