TW: Sexual assault

He grabs me by the hair and throws me down to the ground. I yelp in pain as he kicks me in the stomach. He roughly rolls me onto my back before straddling my body and pinning my arms to the ground.

"I said that I would come back for you." He reminds me as he runs his tongue up my neck.

I try to push him off of me but he's stronger than me and his weight keeps me on the ground.

"Let go of me!" I scream, "Help!"

"No one can hear you sugar." He whispers in my ear.

His hand starts to travel down my body and he rips my jeans open. I feel his hand roughly push my underwear aside before his cold hand presses against my core. My whole body is trying to fight him off but I feel my strength decrease by every movement.

"You can't wait to feel me inside of you, can you?"

I feel him start to pull my pants and underwear down as he lines himself up against me. I try to use the last of my strength to escape but it's no use.

"Callie."

I can't believe this is happening. How do I tell Arizona that, that bastard raped me?

"Callie!"

I jolt into a seating position on the bed. I'm covered in sweat and my breathing is labored. Arizona is sitting next to me, horrified by being woken up by me screaming. She puts a comforting hand on my back, trying to calm me down.

"It was just a dream, Callie. You're safe." She comforts me.

I try to slow my breathing down, "It felt so real." I confess.

"Was it… did you dream about him?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to tell me about the dream?" She cautiously asks.

I take a deep breath before taking her hand in mine and answer, "I was in the parking lot behind Joe's. He came out of nowhere as I was heading for my car. I felt something hitting me on the back of my head and then I fell to the ground." I pause for a moment before continuing, "He got on top of me and pinned to the ground. I was trying so hard to fight him off of me but he was much stronger than me. He whispered some awful things to me before ripping my jeans off." I stop myself as I see the look of anger on Arizona's face.

"I'm so sorry that I let you go upstairs with him." She apologizes.

I grab her other hand and hold both of them tightly in mine.

"Arizona, you didn't let me do anything. I chose to go with him. I made that decision, not you."

Arizona looks defeated as she lets go of a big sigh. I pull her to lay down with me, the both of us tired from all of the angst. She cuddles into my front and we hold each other for a few moments before she admits, "I need to know what he did to you, Callie."

"I know. I will tell you but not tonight. We both need to get some rest." I tell her and pull her tighter against me.

I wake up, wrapped in Arizona's arms. The autumn sun is shining through the curtain and the air feels a little chilly. I hear the sound of the coffeemaker brewing and some muffled voices from the kitchen. I'm laying on my back with Arizona's leg and arm swung over me. Her little snores make me smile and I give her a light kiss on the top of her head. I know that last night was just as awful for her and she must have thought the worst when I went up those stairs. Addison and Mark's voices move to the living room and I can hear them more clearly.

"Do you think she's okay?" Mark asks.

"I think that Callie is one the strongest persons that I know. We don't know what exactly happened up there but she's surrounded by people that love her. I trust that Arizona will stay strong for her through this. All we can do is show her how loved she truly is."

I decide to get out of bed, so I gently roll Arizona off of me and go to the bathroom which is connected to the guest room. After peeing and brushing my teeth, I put on some warmer clothes and walk out into the living room.

"Morning guys."

"Good Morning." Mark and Addison say in unison.

"I'm doing okay, guys. I had a little nightmare but Arizona was there to make me feel safe. I'm just ready to go back home to be honest." I answer the unspoken question.

Addison stands from the couch and wraps me in a hug. I feel Mark wrap his arms around the both of us a moment later.

"Everything okay?" Arizona asks from the doorway to the guest room.

We all let go of each other before I answered, "Besides the obvious, then yes, everything's okay." I walk over to her and give her a chaste kiss on the lips. "Do you want to take a shower with me?" I ask.

She looks at me confused before answering, "You showered last night babe. Is it because of the nightmare?"

"That too. I was bathed in sweat when you woke me but that's not the reason. I just want to feel close to you again." I confess.

"Are you sure?"

I know why Arizona is asking me but I'm not afraid of her. Last night scared the grab out of me and I'm sure she feels the same way. I don't want either of us to be afraid to touch each other like we've always done."

"Yes, do you want to?" I ask.

"Of course." She smiles at me and pulls me with her. "You get undressed, I'll go turn the water on."

I start to get undressed while Arizona goes to the bathroom. I stop as I see the bruises on my thighs. They have gotten worse since last night and it honestly looks worse than it feels. I hear Arizona gasp as she reenters the room.

"Calliope…" She sighs.

"I know, it looks bad." I agree, "But it doesn't hurt much, I promise."

She gives me a small smile before getting rid of her own clothes. I grab a couple of towels for us before we head for the shower. The water is nice and warm when we enter the shower cabin. Arizona and I naturally wrap our arms around each other and for just a split second everything seems like it was two days ago. I know that nothing actually happened last night, so why do I feel like I got assaulted.

"He did hurt you." Arizona suddenly says, "Maybe not in the worst way but he did hurt you. You are allowed to feel how you feel."

I look her in the eyes, "How did you know that I was thinking about that?" I ask.

"Because I know you. I know how you think and you've been understandably quiet since last night. You can talk to me, you know?"

I turn Arizona in my arms so that her backside is leaning against my front. My arms wrap around her and she places her own arms over them. The water is running down our bodies while I rest my head on her shoulder.

"Can we just be here for a moment and then maybe go for a walk? I don't want to talk about it while being at the cabin but I also don't want to talk about it at home. It would be nice if I could leave some of these feelings here and not bring them back home with me."

"Whatever you need, Callie." She answers.

Arizona turns around and gently pulls me down for a kiss. I feel my whole body relax as our lips connect. This woman makes me feel so safe and loved just by being next to me. The kiss is filled with passion and promise. My body starts to ignite as our kiss heats up. Arizona takes a small step forward, carefully pushing me against the shower wall.

"Is this okay?" She asks.

I don't answer but just pull her in for another heated exchange. Arizona's hand slowly travels down my body and holds onto my waist. I winch in pain as she touches the bruise there. Arizona quickly pulls away while apologizing, "I'm so sorry, Calliope. We should stop."

I grab her hands, "Please, I need to feel your hands on me instead of his." I plead.

She looks me directly in the eyes, making sure that I'm being sincere. Her hands gently place themselves right above the bruising on my waist. Arizona gives me a look as if to ask me if it hurts.

"It's okay." I answer.

Arizona nods before pressing her lips against my neck. I lean my head to the side to give her better access and my hands grab a hold on her upper arms. She continues to nip at my pulse point and I let go of a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "Does that feel good?" She genuinely asks.

I know that she keeps asking if I'm okay for both of our sakes. We don't want to cross a line that one of us isn't ready to cross but everything feels amazing right now. "Yes, it feels good." I sigh.

That gives her a little reassurance so one of her hands slides down to my breast and gently squeezes it. She looks me in the eyes again and I nod for her to continue. Our breathing is heavy as we lose ourselves in the feeling of our skin against each other. My right hand lets go of Arizona's arm and travels down to her ass, grabbing it roughly. She moans at the aggressiveness and squeezes my breast a little harder.

Our make out session comes to its natural end after a while and we just spend some time washing each other's bodies. It feels nice to get ready in the bathroom together and we join the two others in the living room a few moments later.

Arizona sits with Mark on the couch as I wander over to Addison who's standing by the window looking out at the lake.

"You okay?" I ask.

She turns to face me before hypothetically asking, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?".

"I'm better than last night, so that's a start but what's on your mind?"

"Mark just started talking about wanting kids." She sighs.

"Oh…" I answer.

"Yeah…"

"And you haven't told him about the miscarriage?"

"No, it just gets harder and harder to tell him each day. I was just about to tell him when I started showing but then I lost it. Now that we've been dating for a little while it just feels like that it might ruin things before they've really begun, you know?"

I nod before taking a moment to think about a response, "But do you want to feel this way everytime he talks about wanting kids?" I ask.

Addison sighs, "I just know that he will be hurt when he finds out that I kept the pregnancy a secret to begin with and then he will feel guilty for not being there for me during the miscarriage."

I wrap an arm around her shoulders before saying, "You need to get this off of your chest before it eats you alive. I'll be here for you no matter how it turns out, okay?"

Addison leans closer against me, "I know." She says. After a moment of silence she asks me, "Are you sure you're okay? I don't mean physically."

"Honestly, I'm not okay but I know that I will be. Arizona is being perfect about all of it and I'll go see a counselor as soon as I find one." I answer.

"Good. And you know that I'm here for you two, right?" She asks.

"I know."

It's mid afternoon, Arizona and I are out for a walk along the lake. The sun is out but there's a slight breeze in the air. We're holding hands, walking in silence just listening to the wind going through the half naked trees.

"Will you tell me about it?" She asks.

I gather my thoughts for a moment before I tell her, "I don't even know how long we were up stairs but it felt like an eternity. He pushed me down onto the bed once we got to the bedroom. I froze at first, just looking at the wall while he ran his hands down my body."

I feel Arizona grab my hand a little tighter, "Take all the time you need, Callie."

I give her hand a squeeze before continuing, "He whispered some disturbing things in my ear as he touched me. He said that he'd always wanted to fuck a latina and that made me fight back. I didn't want his hands to touch me places where only you're supposed to touch. I told him to get off of me but that just seemed to make him want me more. At some point I realized that I didn't stand a chance against him, so I tried to think about our hike from the day before. I thought about the things that you told me, when we were at the outlook point. I remember that I registret the pain that he was causing me but I didn't try to fight him."

We walk in silence for a moment before Arizona asks, "Did he, uhm, did he…"

"Arizona, he didn't touch me there. He groped my breasts but he didn't get any further before the police came."

She lets go of a big breath, "I'm glad that he didn't but I will kill him if I ever see that bastard's face again."

"That won't be smart because we still have to see him at court, remember? We have to testify to get justice served. We can't let them get away with hurting us." I say.

"I know. I'm just filled with so much anger right now. I'll calm down before we have to face him again." Arizona promises.

We continue our way around the lake before heading inside to pack our stuff together. Mark and Addison have taken care of the kitchen and their own stuff is already in the car.

"Ready to go home?" Mark asks me.

"Yes, I'm more than ready." I sigh.