The sound of guitar plucking and strumming could be heard from areas or the room. The music bounced off the walls and the melodious tune almost lulled Callie to sleep. She opened the door to see the same scenery she had come accustomed to. The walls were adorned with posters of music notes and other things related to music, specifically guitars. She had grown up practicing guitar with a private instructor, but it was only a few weeks ago that she decided to go to group lessons. One of her friends from school mentioned how she took violin lessons with a group and it help her improve. Sure, it was a violin, a completely different instrument which played a very different genre of music, but she thought, "Why not give it a try.

As it turned out, Callie's skill had improved dramatically and she enjoyed making friends in the class. As she was settling down and talking to one of the friends, the instructor came in followed by unfamiliar boy. The boy looked around her age and he was quite attractive as well. His chocolate brown hair flopped in messy curls, probably from the neck of the guitar case when it lightly stroked his hair. He then turned to the group and she finally caught a glimpse of his emerald eyes that seemed to sparkle in the fluorescent. But she soon realized she was staring and looked at the instructor, "Hello, class, I would like to introduce you to our newest student, Brandon Foster." Everyone looked at each other awkwardly before being instructed to sit where ever he pleased. And with Callie's look he sat right next to her. She tried to remain calm, but she couldn't help to smile as the boy approached her.

"Hey," the boy, Brandon, greeted back. He unzipped his case and started to get settled. "So you know my name, what's yours?

"Callie," she stated, "Callie Quinn." She looked down and gestured toward the guitar, "How long have you been playing?"

Brandon looked up at the ceiling in thought counting the years in his head, "About three years."

"Three years? Wow. That's a long time. Why do you need to come to group lessons?" Callie strummed, giving her guitar a bit of a tuning.

"Well," Brandon started, "there's always room for improvement. Besides this class seems fun, and I think you confirmed that." He smiled sweetly at her, this made Callie melt, but she thought in the back of her head to stop. She had a boyfriend who loved her and she didn't want to ruin that. She didn't mind the age difference much, most of the time they were together they were alone at his house. It was mostly because they went to different schools and only got to see each other in the afternoons or on the weekends. They hadn't had sex yet, but that was because Callie wasn't ready yet, she was only fourteen and her virginity was something she held dear to her.

"What about you, how long have you been playing?" He asked. This brought Callie out of her daze and before she thought about what to say she spoke.

"My mom-," It had been years since Callie mentioned her birth mother and she caught it instantly. She forced to keep in her tears, which was a challenge, but she managed not to show it too much. As soon as she mentioned her mother Callie's hand clutched her necklace as if it was going to fall off the instant she let go. "My mom, she taught me, then I went on to private lessons, and now I'm here." Once Callie mentioned her mother, she didn't want to talk about it anymore, she ignored Brandon's comment and stayed silent until the instructor began to speak again.

"Alright, class today we are working on…" The instructor continued the lesson, but Callie was too lost in thought to pay attention. She made it through the lesson and packed up her things. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she walked out to the parking lot and immediately saw Liam. Surprised by his appearance, she smiled brightly and hopped into the car.

"Hey, babe," he leaned forward as she sat down.

"Hey, baby," Callie leaned closer and pressed her lips against his roughly. The heat rose and her head was spinning. Intense and passionate that made her feel like she was wanted, possibly even craved for. She leaned over the seat to the point where she was almost in his lap. This sent her heart racing and blood boiling, when Liam ran his fingers through her hair which snapped her back to reality. She pulled away and placed her forehead against his, "This is a surprise."

"What? Can't surprise my girl," he pecked her lips. Callie felt her face redden and heat up making smile from ear to ear, after gaining composure, she sat back down in the passenger seat. "Who's that?" Liam looked outside at the entrance, his voice was tense. Brandon stood there and looked only for a second at the couple, but it was in those few seconds that made Liam bubble with jealousy.

Callie knew that this made Liam angry, "He's just a friend. One of the people in my guitar lessons. It's nothing." She tried to push it aside, but it was no use, he was already mad. They began to drive back to his place in silence. She wanted to turn on the music or do something to lighten the mood, but she knew that would just make him angrier. As they got out of the car she heard the driver's door slam making her eyes shut tight in fear. But then she had a burst of confidence, "You can't honestly still be mad at me?" Callie watched as he headed for the door but he turned around last minute.

"Really! You're flirting with another guy behind my back, and you're wondering why I'm mad!"

Liam face was red and honestly Callie was terrified, "Liam it's nothing-"

"That's what everyone says!" One moment he was near the door, but the next he was directly in her face. She couldn't move. She was paralyzed. He took her wrist and held it tightly, now there was no escape; her heart began racing.

"Liam, stop, that hurts," Callie whimpered, trying to pull away, but he was too strong.

"I'm gonna show you a real man," he smirked and pulled her into the house. Callie begged Liam to stop, she couldn't believe Liam was doing this. The tear couldn't help but to flow and pour down her cheeks, hitting the hardwood floor. Even though Liam's parents weren't home, she cried out for help. She wanted to get the attention of someone; a neighbor, a passerby, anyone. But they were behind closed doors, Liam's closed doors.

Her tear stained cheeks dampened the sheets, the sheets of a bed that wasn't her's. Callie felt so violated, her nerves were tense, but she couldn't help remembering what happened a few moments ago. With every fiber of her being she forced her arms to reach for her phone, which laid on the floor next to her jacket. She tried not to wake the pest that laid beside her.

"Hey sorry I haven't txt u where I am."

She clicked send then thought of an excuse.

"I'm at Peyton's house. I might sleep over."

Of course she didn't want to stay in the same bed as him, but she couldn't leave. She feared that if she did Liam would do more pain, but she would leave in the middle of the night to not get caught. A large, muscular arm wrapped around her middle, Callie flinched surprised she didn't yelp. Her breathing hitched as she felt the person behind leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "You're mine," if her feet could move, she would have bolted out the door.