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(Last night)

"I love you mija." Carlos Torres said with a sweet smile on his face.

" I love you too daddy." Callie hugged her father tightly. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the scent of his cologne. "Dimwit!"

"Huh" Callie looked her father with wide teary eyes.

"I said hey, dimwit."

A splash of cold water freed her from her slumber. She sputtered and gasps for air, as her oldest step sister laughed cruelly.

"The fuck." Callie grumbled.

"Get your sorry ass up. I told you I had a date tonight. It's already 5:36 and you have yet to do my hair, nails, and iron my outfit." When Callie grumbled into the towel she held to her face. "Do you have something to say?" She growled.

"Nothing. Right away Zulema."

"Good while you're at it. Its laundry day." Zulema tossed a bag of dirty clothes at the younger Latina and smirked when it her square in the face.

Changing her wet shirt, Callie got ready to start her chores for the night. Grabbing the bag of dirty clothes she put them in the washer along with detergent, then left her basement made room to the first floor.

(8:13)

Callie had been doing Zulema's hair for a half hour while Zulema and her other step sister, Susana, chatted animatedly about Donovan. Apparently he was the quarterback of the football team at University of Texas, and a pre-med student on the dean's lists. Not to mention he is a good kisser, and it's supposed he uses every inch, to please a woman.

"Are you done yet?" Zulema snarled.

"I was just finishing up." Callie supplied as she placed one last bobby pin in its respected place. Right as she finished the door bell rung. Looking at the clock she realized that Donovan was 10 minutes early.

"Don't just stand there. Go get the door." Zulema yelled while Susana rolled her hazel eyes.

To avoid any confrontation, Callie ran as fast as her body would allow, down the stairs and to the front door. She opened the door and revealed a gorgeous man. He stood about 6'5 with a chiseled everything. Cool grey eyes, and dark brown hair cut perfectly, under a Black cowboy hat. This 23 year old man was hot. Like seriously hot. She knew her step-sister were amazingly beautiful, on the outside that is. But even she thought this was a little out of her league.

"Well hello there, my name is Donovan." He removed his hat, stretched out his hand and smiled sweetly.

"Hi." She whispered and looked at his hand uncomfortably. According to her step-mother, she was not allowed to have any contact with any of their guests, she was the help.

"You must Zulema's little sister Susana." Callie shook her head before adverting her eyes.

"Would you like anything to drink? Water, Raspberry Tea, Lemonade?" Callie offered.

"Waters fine." He eyed her curiously "You have a name miss?" His southern drawl was prominent

"Callie."

He nodded "And your age?"

"I just turned sixteen."

"Mhmm." He licked his lips, almost seductively. And brushed the hair out of her face. That's when realized that Zulema may be even out of this guy's league.

"Calliope!" Her step-mother chasied. "What did I tell you about bothering the guests." She grabbed the smaller Latina's upper arm roughly. "I apologize Donovan, Zulema should be down any second now." She smiled sweetly at the younger man before turning towards her step-daughter. "Calliope, Susana and I are hungry. Supper should be ready any minute now, yes. I don't smell anything."

"I uh. I have not started it yet." Callie said sheepishly.

"Tsk tsk Calliope. It's almost eight-thirty. Shame you know what that means don't you." She said in a menacing tone. Callie reluctantly nodded her head and trained her eyes to the marble floor. "Well what are you waiting for!?" She yelled startling the Latina.

Quickly Callie rushed to the kitchen pulled out left over baked chicken and began to make the chicken salad from her grandmother's recipe. Reaching for a large bowl she heard Zulema, Donovan, and Natalia, her step-mother, laughing before the front door shut loudly, quickly followed by footsteps.

"Oh god! Not that revolting chicken salad again." Natalia scoffed. "Throw it out and make something else."

"What would you like?" Callie tried her best to keep the annoyance out of her voice. Much to her dismay it did not go unnoticed.

"Watch your tone." Natalia chasied with a hard slap to the corner of Callie's mouth. Satisfied with the tears that formed in deep brown eyes, Natalia made her request. " Baked lemon-pepper Tilapia, and maybe eggplant. But fry it in Olive Oil, because let's face it. I don't want my Susana or I to be potbellied like you." Natalia smirked when she seen hurt look on Callie's face.

(11:50)

Callie sat in her 'room', if you could call it that. It had once beat up mattress that sat on the floor, no heating, and minimum light. As the years past Callie would often pretend she was a princess trapped in a dungeon by an evil witch. And one day, if she waited patiently and believed hard enough that a handsome prince would come and save her. But now, now she knew better.

This was her life, she had no way out. While most teens where hanging out with their friends, playing sports, and going to school regularly. Callie stayed in the huge mansion her father left in her name, and waited on her step-mother and step-sisters beck and call. When she was younger, and it was just her and her father. He used to tell she would grow up to someone special to the world, someone that would make differences so big and so miraculous. But she couldn't see it. She'd lost all ambition and succumbed to the fact that she was never going to leave this house. That she would always be the fat, ugly, stupid, worthless piece of shit, which was below dirt itself.

At first she brushed the cruel words off. But when someone is constantly telling you things, you began to believe them, right?

So here she was sitting in a dark Corner in her dungeon, listening to the iPod her best friend had given her for her birthday two months ago, and eating the chicken salad Natalia instructed her to trash.

Her best friend had loaded the device with songs, known that there was no way for Calliope to get to the internet without severe consequences. One of the songs she'd made sure to put began to play.

Beautiful- Christina Aguilera

The lyrics hit home, harder than she'd ever anticipated. And before she could gain control, her emotions heightened, and tears fled from her soulful brown eyes.

She cried. She cried, for her situation. She cried for her mother, father, Aria, all of whom she missed dearly. She cried for her future, that she wasn't sure she'd ever see. She cried for her past, that she wished every moment of everyday she could go back to. And most of all she cried for herself, that she had let these people, who were supposed to be her family, break her down.

She cried until she had no more tears to cry. Now she stared blankly into space, and tried to finish the chicken salad that she had abandoned during her waterworks.

Taking a spoonful of her favorite meal as child. Callie brought it towards her lips. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth, but before she could put in her mouth, a sharp blow to her head knocked the spoon away along with her consciousness.