"No! You don't get it. You don't get how much this hurts. My head is gonna explode. How about I smash your head into a wall a few times then you might have some clue!" The brunette yelled down into Arizona's face.

"I'm sorry." She screamed in return.

"You're sorry!" She moved her hands from around pale wrists and grabbed the neckline of the blonde's shirt. "That's all you've fucking got, you're sorry!"

Pale hands tried to pull Callie's away from near her neck, unsure as to what Callie would do next. It was no use though; the brunette seemed to have even more strength than usual. Arizona resigned herself to closing her eyes and trying to turn away from the voice that was still shouting at her.

"You'll never get it! You won't understand what this is like. It's me! It's just me and I'm alone in this! Just me and my stupid head. You get to be normal. It's not fair! You don't know!"

Arizona put her arms over her face. "Please don't hurt me Calliope."

Callie froze; it was like she finally realised what she was doing. Quickly she rolled off Arizona and onto the bed. The peds surgeon ran out of the room and out of the apartment. On the way she grabbed the bag she'd brought over from her own place. In the elevator she threw some clothes on over her PJs. Before she knew it, Arizona was outside. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her phone and a pack of cigarettes. It wasn't a habit that she was proud of but sometimes she just needed to smoke. Before Callie fell down the stairs, Arizona hadn't had one since finding out about Jasmine's infidelity.

With a shaky hand she brought the lit cigarette to her mouth. The Latina had been having mood swings but that was completely different. Her girlfriend had been replaced with a monster. It was terrifying. Callie had always used her strength to show nothing but love. She picked her up in her arms or stopped her walking away when she needed to talk. Never in a million years had Arizona imagined that the brunette could do anything to hurt her physically. For one moment though, she had just believed it was possible.

Back in the bedroom, the wrenching pain in Callie's head had been joined by a surging one in her ribs. That wasn't the worst feeling she had though. Shame. Guilt. Disgust. They were closer to the mark. With some difficulty, the brunette tried to follow Arizona. She found the living area empty. A fresh burst of pain burnt through her head and she crashed to the floor in a heap, sobbing.

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Exhaling smoke, Arizona dropped what was left of her cigarette and found the number she was looking for in her phone.

"Jonathon?"

"Yeah, what's up; it's after midnight." He clearly hadn't been asleep and judging by the noise in the background, he was still at the club.

"You... you need to... go to the apartment. Calliope's apartment. She's in trouble... A really bad state."

"Why aren't you there?"

"I was... I had to... I left, okay? I ran out. You just need to get there. Now!" Distress was ringing through her voice.

"Arizona..." But the call ended and she had cut him off. Without a second thought he made his way over.

He let himself in and the scene he found made his heart break. Lying, curled up in a ball was his best friend. She was in the doorway to her bedroom, a crying wreck. Jonathon had no idea what had happened but he knew that it must have been huge for Arizona to leave.

Somehow he managed to get Callie back in bed and let her take some more painkillers. He stayed up all night and stroked her hair as she cried herself to sleep.

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The blonde was now back in her own apartment for the first time in forever. She found a bottle of vodka in the back of a cupboard and poured herself one to help with the shock.

She settled down on the sofa and laid back. As she closed her eyes though the image of Callie with her eyes black as night and the rage and pain torturing her expression, was back over her again. Arizona shook her head and willed herself to think of something else. The first thing that came to mind was, again, her girlfriend. This time though it was a very pleasant memory from their first month together.

She woke up to open mouthed kisses down her neck.

"Morning." She hummed as Callie's mouth reached her collar bone.

"Morning darling. Ready for a little wakeup call?" The Latina's tongue had also come out to play on her skin. They were both still naked from the night before.

"I've got to get ready for work." Arizona argued. The brunette just ignored her so she rolled them over and sat back on her heels. "I said no."

"Really?" Callie challenged. "I think some part of you is saying yes." She smirked as she ran two fingers through her folds.

The blonde hadn't realised that from underneath, Callie had a perfect view of the naked expanse of flesh that was Arizona's chest. The Latina sat up and started kissing her lips that were parted by the gasp she had let out. It was involuntary. Something she couldn't help when Callie's hands set to work.

The brunette broke the kiss. "You're so wet Arizona." Their mouths latched onto one another's again for a few minutes. "You really don't want me to?"

"Oh God!" Arizona yelped when the tip of a finger found her clit. She wrapped her arms around the tanned neck in front. "I guess I just can't resist you." She was breathless. They were soon kissing again. Deep and slow, just like Callie's movements inside of her.

The night before had been rough and dirty but now both woman were locked in a tight embrace. Their tongues slid over one another and danced to the intensifying beat of their hearts. Arizona had never felt more loved. Callie was selflessly giving her everything she had.

The Latina's fingers thrust harder and harder, curling every now again. Her thumb began paying more attention to the swollen bundle of nerves. The blonde ripped her mouth away from her partner's as she screamed through her release. The hand inside her slowed its pace gently and she continued to massage Arizona's walls gently. Eventually she was back down from her orgasm but they remained sat on the bed, arms around each other.

Callie started kissing her neck again before whispering in her ear. "You're gonna be late for work." The blonde pulled back to look into her soulful eyes.

"Yeah, and I don't think the chief will accept sex with my hot girlfriend as an excuse." Her voice was hoarse from the screams of last night and this morning.

"Maybe you should go in the shower then."

"Probably." Arizona agreed but made no attempt to move. "But I do owe you for my wake up call." She pointed out with a heart stopping smile.

"I could always join you." The brunette suggested her grin just as wild.

Back on her sofa, Arizona started to cry at the bitter sweet memory. In that moment their relationship had been less complicated than any she'd had before. It was her and a woman who loved her. It still was but there was now a whole lot more to contend with.

She was scared. What scared her more was that she didn't know if she could get over her fear to go back to Callie's.