*God Loves You*

A/N: Sorry for all the typos in the last chapter... im trying to get better with that stuff... just bear with me! ENJOY AND REVIEW

Cal woke up and stretched. He ran upstairs and found a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt along with some worn out dress shoes. He jogged back down stairs and stared into the mirror in the living room, examining what he thought to be a broken nose. He scrunched it up, feeling a ping of pain in his nose. He then looked down at his hand - the bloody knuckles. He shrugged it off and looked at the cut on his arm. He found some thread and a needle and sat down on the couch. He slowly put the thread threw the needle and began piercing it threw his skin.

He lightly yanked at the needle, lightly tugging at his skin. "Ah..." He said painfully. He winced and tugged one last time, bringing the cut together. "Harsh, but good enough..." He mumbled, standing up and slipping his shirt sleeve over the cut.

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Gillian walked into the office and smiled at Heidi - it was a smile, but not a genuine one. "Something wrong?" Heidi asked when she walked in.

"Oh no..." Foster mumbled. She made another weak smile and then found her office.

Cal was in right behind her and nodded to Heidi. "How are you this morning?" She asked him.

"Fine." He said, watching his feet as he walked.

"Well alright..." She muttered.

"Sorry love... bad yesterday..." He glanced in her direction and then locked himself into Gillian's office.

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry love."

"Cal... I thought we had gotten past this... it's okay... I mean you were drunk... you had no clue what was going on... and it was all out of care for Emily... and nothing happened to me."

"But... I just... I'm just so sorry."

"There was one thing that I liked."

"What?" He asked anxiously.

"You calling me Angel... it was adorable." She smiled and stood up, "Let's... just pretend..." She lightly placed her hands on his chest and he backed away slightly. He turned his head away and took a deep breath. "Like it never happened." She suggested.

"But it did and I hate myself for doing that to you."

"What did you do to me Cal?"

"Uh..." He winced as he thought.

"Exactly... you didn't really do anything."

"I'm a monter Gillian!" He whispered harshly.

"No your not!"

"I almost killed you... and there were bruises there to prove it!" He said quickly. He lightly sroked her neck with his fingertips.

"But you didn't... have you noticed... that the only time you have hurt me was when you were drunk and had no clue what you were doing?" She asked him.

"It doesn't change anything. I'm sorry Gillian." He stared at her and took a deep breath.

"Cal I want you to-" He stopped her by pressing their lips together. "Mmm..." She moaned, running her hands up his back. She ran her hands across his strong arms and felt the small bump of where he had sewn up his cut. "What's this?" She asked, pulling away from the kiss. She slipped his shirt up and stared at the wound, "Oh my gosh..."

"It's fine." He whispered, wishing they could kiss again.

"Did you sew this yourself?"

"Maybe..." He whispered, making a small smile.

"It's a little... off..." She giggle and lightly stroked it.

"Ow..." He whispered, smiling as well.

"Sorry..."

"No it's okay."

"You should really have a doctor take care of this correctly."

"What? You don't like my beautiful job?" He asked, looking at the ragged job he had done.

"No actually... I don't." She looked deep into his eyes and kissed him. As she pulled away she lightly sucked on his lower lip. He stared at her and smiled.

"Trust me... it's fine." He promised.

"What if it gets infected?"

"Why do you always think of the bad things?" He asked her.

"I'm just being logical..." She mumbled, lightly pulling at one of the thread, slipping it from it's spot in his arm, "You did such a crude job... seriously... at least let me neaten it up." She asked.

"Fine..." He mumbled, pulling the thread and needle from his pocket.

"You had that in your pocket?"

"I knew someone would want it to be done better." He chuckled and pulled up a chair. He sat on it backwards and reast his arm on the back of the chair.

"Just take your shirt off." She ordered after getting annoyed by his shirt that was continuing to fall over the cut again and again.

"Gah..." He complained. He unbuttoned it and slipped it from his arms, wincing as it ran over his cut. He threw it to the side and looked at her. "I think you just want to see me shirtless." He said with a chuckle.

"Don't flatter yourself." She laughed and went to work on his cut.

"Did you know..."

"What?"

"That my leg still hurts?"

"What leg?"

"The one that Jack threw bowling balls on, crushing it."

"Oh... why did you tell me that?"

"I dunno... I was just remembering that... it's weird... I still haven't gotten used to it."

"Well... that's too bad..." She mumbled, staying concentrated on her main priority right now.

"Ow!" He said, jumping when she missed his arm and poked his open flesh. "God woman!"

"I-I... sorry Cal..." She whispered, looking at him sadly.

"Be more careful..." He complained.

"Sorry..." She whispered again.

He sighed and threw his head back. "Sorry..." He said running a hand through his hair.

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Emily mixed the cereal in her bowl, trying to listen as he mother rambled on about work. She added in the occasional nod or 'mhm' whenever Zoe stopped speaking. "Oh gosh... look at the time..." She said, looking at her wrist that had no watch. "I have to go to school. Bye mom!" She grabbed her over-the-shoulder bag and ran out.

"Bye..." Zoe said, throwing a hand up to wave.

She quickly ran outside and sprinted down the street, "Wow... I thought I would miss it." She said to her friend Angela.

"With your mom?" Angela asked giving her a small hug.

"Yep..."

"So... it must be pretty traumatic... I mean... you were kidnapped... and raped... and now your pregnant... I wouldn't even want to go back to school... I would be curled up in my bed, crying."

"Wow... you are really helping me get over it Angela." Emily whispered with a small laugh.

"So... was he hot?"

"Who?"

"The guy who raped you."

"Angela! Why would you ask that?" Emily playfully punched her arm and they both laughed.

"So... what's the news on the little peanut in there?" She asked, lightly touching her stomach.

"Peanuts. I'm having twins." She smiled.

"Omigosh... really? That's... good... right?"

"Yes... I am so excited! Two little babies... although I am a little scared-"

"You have very right to be hun." Angela said, "What did your dad say?"

"He totally freaked... I haven't seen him sense we found out, though. He dropped me off here and was gone... I think I will go see how he is doing after school though." She shrugged and looked down the street, "There's the bus." She announced.

"Bright and yellow." Angela mumbled, stepping into the street.

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"Lightman." Cal said, opening his phone and brinigng it to his ear.

"Hello Cal... I think we have some unfinished business."

"Who is this?"

"Just meet me at the corner of 5th and 6th at Cherokee Street." The low voice grumbled.

"Who is this?" Cal pushed again.

"Just meet me there... we shouldn't have to go through this again. Around 6:00 tonight would be good."

"Who the bloody hell is this?" Cal yelled.

"Jack."

Cal heard the click of the man hanging up and fell onto the couch, "Who was that?" Gillian asked, seeing the terror in his eyes.

"It was... Oh God Gillian... I can't believe this."

"Who was it?"

Cal pulled up his sleeve and checked the time, "Damnit... I have to go."

"Who was it?" She yelled.

"I love you." He kissed her, placing his hands on her back.

"Where are you going Cal?"

He looked at her and then left his office.

"Cal! Wait!" She yelled, running after him. She stopped outside when his car zoomed out of the parking lot. She ran back in and found Ben, "Cal left."

"Ok...?" Ben said, "And...?"

"I think he is in danger."

"Why?"

"Because somebody called him and he got all scared and said he had to leave. Ben... I think it was Jack on the phone." She whispered.

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"Haven't you done enough?" Cal asked.

"You're looking good Cal." Jack said, a smile slipping onto his face, "You're not so... beaten up."

"What do you want?"

"Revenge." Jack chuckled and raised his hands as if to say 'what can you do?'

"What are you going to do?" Cal asked him, looking at the ground.

"Kill you."

"How?"

"I don't know... I was wanting it to be brutal... because you know... you just wouldn't die last time." He chuckled and Cal nodded. Cal stared at him and then backed away slightly. He let the wind catch his coat and make it fly up. He shivered and Jack stepped closer running a hand through his short black hair. "I never noticed how short you were." He said, chuckling.

"Thanks..." Cal said sarcastically.

"Oh yeah... It might just be because I am so tall... how tall are you? Five-three? Five-five?"

"Five-eight." Cal snapped.

"Oh really... so short. I would be..." He closed his eyes and began counting on his fingers.

Cal watched him and decided to take advantage of Jack's closed eyes. He threw himself at Jack, forcing them both to the ground. He threw several fists into Jack's face. He felt hand on his shoulders and back, pulling him off. he grunted in pain when one of the men kneed him in the stomach.

"You... REALLY should not have done that Cal. Do you want to... call your lady friend... what was her name again? Gertrude or something like that."

"Gillian!" Cal yelled.

"Ohhhh yea... I knew it started with a G." He shrugged and looked at Cal, crouching down to meet his eyes. Cal sat on his knees and stared at Jack, rage growing in his eyes, "By the way... I'm six-eight... so a WHOLE foot taller." He smiled and stood up. "Why do black people say shawty? That means shorty... right? What if the girl was taller...? I'll call you shawty... Ha... shawty." He smiled and kicked one of Cal's knees.

"Really Jack?" Cal gasped. "Just give up!"

"Never... not until I die." He smiled and ruffled Cal's hair, "You're cute when you're mad."

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Emily smiled and sat down on the couch, "It was boring..." She answered to her mothers question about school.

"So how is your dad?"

"I dunno... I haven't seen him since the hospital." She muttered.

"You must be scared."

"Yeah... dad said he might just take the babies in as his own kids... so they could just grow up as my siblings... I think that would be easier for me, but I do't want to put that weight on him."

"That's very nice of him." She whispered, "He hates me doesn't he?"

"No of course not... well... yeah..." She stared at the coffee table and sighed.

"Oh..."

"Why would you even fake trying to hurt me?"

"He threatened me Emily!"

"How did he even get to you mom? Why didn't you tell anyone? You were in the same room as me and you just left!" She yelled at her mother.

"Emily... he said... he threatened to kill all of us."

"That would have been better... right? All of us dead? We could all be together and happy!" She took a deep breath and sighed, "Sorry..."

.:.

"Oh! Did I introduce my son... Mitchel? We have kept it a secret for quite some time now... But you seem to be a loyal visitor... so i thought I would tell ya... oh... what happened to your arm?" He asked, examining the blood spot on Cal's white shirt.

"Nothin..." Cal whispered.

"Oh... I highly doubt that. Oh Gillian did this do you... when you almost raped her." He chuckle and Cal spit in his face. "Yuck..." Jack mumbled, wiping it away. He smacked Cal and then walked away.

A/N: OH DEAR... Jack has cal again... EEK! Leave reviews please!