Ok, so this is how this chapter is going to work, ok this chapter will be from Mark's POV. This will answer some of your guy's questions.

I also want to apologize for my grammer. I hope that you will still stick with me throughout the story. Let me know if my wording as well as my discriptions of certain events in the story are better or worse. this is for you guys.

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Chapter 10.

Mark's POV

After witnessing what I did with Arizona, I couldn't imagine what she was going through. ok, so that was a lie. I knew exactly what she was going through. I had the sudden urge to go and find Callie, even just to check on her.

This whole situation with Arizona was quit draining. It has been the hardest thing to keep something as big as this from my best friend.

I have never seen Callie so broken, even with George and Erica, this was a totally different situation for tthe two. Not only was Arizona being abused, but she was fighting. Fighting for something, actuallyno for someone that she cared so much about. it was as if she were being punished for caring.

I had to find Callie.

End of story.

I walked to the closest nurse's station to have Callie paged. After about five minutes she finally reached me.

"What's up Mark?"

"Umm, are you busey after work tonight? I need someone to talk to. Their is alot going on in my life and I really need a friend. I will order Pizza?" hoping offering a meal will entice Calllie to come over. I even through in my signature puppy eyes.

"Fine. But was that all you paged for?" Callie looked as if she could kill me. I will never tell her this, but Callie kinda scares me. Yes she's a sweet person, but once you say or do something that she may not agree with or that she is tired of hearing all the time. she will let you know about it.

Uh, yeah it was. So I'll see you tonight?" I asked still hoping that she agreed to having a night in rather than spending the evening at Joe's, pouring our sorrows over a bottle of Jack Daniels and coke chasers.

"Yeah, I'll see you tonight." With that she turned and headed down the hallway, most likely heading to the ortho wing of the hospital.

Now that Callie had agreed to stay in, I was planning on telling her something about myself that only one other person knew. One thing that might lead her into putting two and two together for the sake of another person.

I kept looking at the clock, kept wishing that time would hurry. If I were to save the life of someone else, the time had better hurry the fuck up. Cause if I didn't do this know, I'm not sure I would ever have the courage.

Callie was about to see the darker side of myself. I wasn't sure how she would react. The only other person who knew about what happened when I was a kid was derrick. That's it.

With a half an hour left of my shift, I decided just to bail early. I went ahead and ordered the pizza while I was changing out of my scrubs. Peperonni for me and hawiian for Callie. I started my walk to the corner pizzeria. I thought about how I would tell her, how I would try to explainto her what was going on with Arizona, without so much as actually telling her.

I had that stupid clause hanging over my head, but no where in the clause did it state that I was not allowed to give hints. No where did it say that I wasn't able to explain something with hope of the other person trying to figure it out. I just really hoped that Callie would catch on...for both of our sakes.

I knew that Callie was already home, cause by the time that I reached her appartment door I could already hear the music blasting as loud as it could go. Music for Callie, was always a comfort for her. It helped her relax and take time to think things through. Every other time that I had been over and heard the distinct voice of one of Callie's favorite singers such as Celine Dion, Barbara Streisand, Boys II men, as well as other soft melodies that were relaxing.

I opened her door, thinking even if I did knock she wouldn't have heard it, so what's the use. I placed the pizza on the coffee table and made my way to the stereo and turned down the volume. I looked up and something caught my eye. Something that ment alot to Callie and I.

I grabbed the Item, and went to the couch to sit next to my best friend. Callie never opened her eyes. I knew that she was still focused on the lyrics that were playing.

"Do you remember when this was taken?" I asked handing her the photo that was in my hands. She seemed to study it for a second then i noticed how her upper lip twitched at the memory that was flashing through her mind.

"Of course I remember. it was one of the best days of my life. It was the fourth of July and somehow all of us had managed to get the day off. Arizona had the bright idea to go to the coast. To get as far away from the hospital as possible. I honestly thought it was a stupid idea. I think this was the day that I truley fell in love with her" Calie sighed. I knew exactly what she was thinking. Cause i was feeling it all over.

"That was an awesome day. She looked so happy. You did too." We both studied the phot for a minute.

I had brought my camera that day. No one knew this, but I loved to take pictures. Pictures for me are like capturing every speciall moment in your life and putting them on paper. Then you can flip back to that piece of paper to remember every detail. This photo was one of my favorite. I had asked a sweet little old lady to take a picture of the three of us, Callie, Arizona, and myself. I was standing in between of both of them. I had each girl on each shoulder. Arizona had said something to Callie and the look that Callie was giving her showed nothing but love in her features. Arizona had one of her hands resting on my chest, while the other was holding Callie's cheek. I had looked down at the moment that the picture was taken. Just the way that it all flowed between the three of us. We were friends, the best of friends.

I k new that I was going to have a hard time trying to explain everything to Callie. But I was going to try my best.

"Callie."

"Hmmm" her eyes never leaving the photo.

"Have I ever told you about anything from my childhood before?" I had no idea if i had or not. This was aquestion that needed to know, so that way I could begin.

"Bits and pieces. You have told me that Derricks family was pretty much all you had. that's about it"

"If I told you something, do you promise not to repeat it. It's hard enough that I still dream about it sometimes, I just don't want it to get arounf."

"Of course Mark. You know I'm not the queen of the gossip mill i actually think that one goes to Nurse Samantha. That woman sure can talk." I lughed. We both knew how true that statment was.

"What I am about to tell maybe a little hard for me at first so i k\need you not to say anything. I need you just to listen ok."

Calile stayed quiet. She just nodded her head. Ok, so here goes nothing.

"My dad was a drunk, a horrible one at that. He was a damn good worker though. He always made sure that his family was provided for, and he reminded us daily. My mother, was kind. Never said a mean thing about anyone. Always did the cooking and cleaning. According to my father, that's what a wife was suppose to do. She was never allowed to talk to him directly. One night my mother was tired. Tired of the shit that my father was putting her through. She never went anywhere and if she did she would have to have it arranged ahead of time so my father knew every move that she made. He was a sick bastard. Anyways, my mother was sick of how he treated her and she confronted him about it. My father was already three sheets to the wind and then some. They had been fighting for a good hour until I had enough of it. It was a school day and i needed sleep. I went to my mother and father's room, i cracked the door open to see my father beating my mother repeatedly. i had thought that they were arguing when in fact all she was doing was yelling to try and get help" I paused trying to take calming breaths. This last part of my story still haunted me to this day.

"he had looked at me. The sick basterd looked at me and said. You must punish those who don't listen. He punched her in her face again and again. I was just standing there. I couldn't move. Somehow I don't know how or when but I made it over to my father. I managed to get the attention off of my mother for just a couple of minutes. He too hit me. I didn't really care about my well being. I cared more about my mother. I kept trying to yell at her to get out, but she just laid on the floor crying. She was so weak Callie. She couldn't move." tears were falling quickly down my face. I could still see my mother huddled in the corner covering her bloddy face and crying.

"My father had enough of me for the moment and went back over to my mother. She was in the corner of the room crying. She had blood covering her face. My father went to her and grabbed her by her hair. I was lying on the ground telling him to get off of her, but he had her on her feet making his way to the kitchen, dragging my mother behind him. I got to my feet. My sides were sore and one of my eyes were swollen shut already." Breath. Mark. Breath. Callie had been rubbing my back the whole time. In her way it was like she was comforting me as well as prompting me to continue.

"When I got to the kitchen, my father had my mother on the kitchen table bent over at the waist. I yelled at him to get off of her. I took a swing at him. That was the wrong thing to do. The wrong thing to do." I kept repeating it. The images that were flashing through my mind, seemed to go at warp speed. They never ended though. They would repeat over and over again.

"You wondered at one time how I got this scar on my arm" Callie just nodded her head.

"He took a swipe at me with the knife. My mother started to really freak. She started to scream and tried to kick her legs. This pissed my father off to an extreme that he plunged the knife i..iiin her back. She stopped moving. Her eyes were still opened Callie. all I could do was stare in her eyes. I couldn't look away. I felt so responsible. If I wouldn't have hit my father she might still be alive today."

I looked at Callie. She had tears running down her face, still rubbing my back. Her eyes were closed as if she were trying to see everything that happened.

"Callie I blamed myself for so long. My father was arrested and I haven't seen him since. Derrick's family was my family. they raised me and loved me. I had no one."

She pulled me into a tight hug. I couldn't dance around this. I just had to tell her. I have blamed myself for my mother's death for so long. I can't let that happen to Arizona. When Arizona had first told me about her abuse the only thing I could think of was my father's words 'You must punish those who don't listen', as day and night kept coming and going I kept seeing mother's lifeless eyes staring at me. As if silently telling me that I knew what I had to do. After seeing Arizona today. i knew that I needed to save her. Save her like I should have my mother. Save her from more abuse that she never should have recieved. Save her for both Callie and I. It maybe selfish, but a life with out 'My Blondie' was a world I didn't want to think about.

"Callie" she let go of the embrace and stared at me in the eyes. 'You can do this Mark, for Arizona'

"What Iam about to say next, I need you to stay Calm. I need you to breath. I need you to think. I need your help" She just looked at me as if I were insane. If only she knew how true that was. I was willing to do anything for my blondie.

So what do you think? Sorry for any grammer again. Let me know. Next Chapter will be Callie's POV.

Thanks for your support.

3Allisha87