Please. Please. Please. Don't hate me, but if you do, I understand. I'm so sorry about not updating this for like 3 weeks... i'm so sorry! *big, gigantic hug*. I'm very, very sorry. But life has gotten in the way and i've been really busy in school, but please still continue to read this story.
So if you forgot what happened on the last chapter here is a summary: They got evidence that someone raped Callie, but they don't have a sperm match. And then Callie went to the therapist and Mr. Hutchinson found out about it.
WARNING: This story will contain descriptions of self-harm, rape/sexual assault, depression, etc... so if that's something you don't want to read, then please don't. I don't mind, honestly. But in this chapter, it contains a graphic sexual assault scene so you can skip that if you want, if that's not your bowl of soup :) I'll put astericks at where it starts.
And if you know anyone who is being raped, or if you were raped or sexually assaulted or anything or suffering from depression, self-harm, etc... I want you to know that it will get easier and that it is not your fault, but please feel free to call any of these 2 numbers:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800.273.8255
Rape/Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800.656.4673
Thank you for reading and so, so sorry for the long update.
This addiction is bringing her down
This obsession is bringing her down
She wants to fly away from this
Fly away from this
She Cries Out by Kutless
It was the next day and as Callie was getting ready, Brandon came into her room, while she was brushing her hair and gave her a big hug, and said, "Are you sure you're alright to go to school?" Brandon asked her, worry evident in his face.
Callie hugged him back and then looked in his eyes and said, "I guess. I mean, I'm kinda worried. But it's all good, right? I mean, I can't be scared of him forever." Brandon thought about it for a minute and then nodded, taking Callie's hand and walking outside to the car.
Once they got there, Brandon gave Callie a hug before leaving for his first hour. Callie took a deep breath and then went into her first hour, making up all the work she missed because of therapy and all the drama going on in her life. Her first hour teacher gave her a couple of days to make up the missed work and would have to stay after school to make up some tests that she could do.
She went through the rest of her classes and when she got to Mr. Hutchinson's, she took a deep breath and entered in the room to see that she was one of the last ones there. She sat her backpack down at her desk and then went up to the teacher's desk and then said, "Hi, Mr. Hutchinson. I wasn't here yesterday, what homework did I miss?" She asked, acting like nothing was wrong.
He looked up from what he was doing and exclaimed, "Callie! I missed you! Where were you yesterday?" He asked, fake concern evident on his face.
Callie lied, "Sick." She didn't say anything else. The teacher looked at her suspiciously but just handed her some paper and some notes.
"This is due by next Thursday. If not, it will be considered a 0. I hope you understand. Now, go sit down, we're about to start class." He smiled at her and she sat down, getting ready to take notes and do the homework in her impossible math class.
Okay everyone, "I want you to do page 450 and do numbers 15 – 30 evens. Have a nice day!" He said to the class and when Callie got up calmly said, "Callie, can I speak to you for a minute?" She paused but turned around.
He said gently, "Don't worry, it's nothing bad. I just wanted to talk about your grade in here. You have a "D", care to tell me why?"
It's because you're a horrible teacher, a horrible person that caused me so much pain in my life.
But she decided not to say that and instead said, "Because I really don't understand it. Plus, I've been sick often."
He smiled, "Well, then, I expect you to not be sick to my class and if so, e-mail me. I always love to contact my students." He said sincerely and Callie was thinking yes you do.
Callie nodded, and then he got serious and added in a deadly voice, "Callie. I know you weren't sick. Where were you?" He asked her, demanding an answer.
Callie looked frozen but then quickly gained back her composure, "I was sick. You can even call my foster moms." Callie retorted back, crossing her arms.
He got up and just when she was about to leave, grabbed her arms in a tight grip that was almost numbing her. "Let go of me." She hissed through her teeth, struggling to get out of his grip.
He put out his leg and then kicked her in the back of her knee, causing her to buckle to the ground. "Don't talk back to me, Callie. You'll regret it. Now, I'll say it once again, where were you yesterday. Because I know you were not sick." He said menacingly.
She said in a quiet voice, "How did you know? Were you watching me you sicko?" He kicked her in her knees again, causing her to give a small yelp of pain.
Before she could reply back, her phone rang with a text message. Before she could grab it, he stole it from her. "Oh… lookie. It's from Brandon. He wants to know if you made it to your next class alright. Now reply back yes and that you're staying after school for a test for another teacher, not me of course." He gave a charming smile, and then tossed her phone back to her.
She replied back, yes. Made it to my next class. Thanks, Brandon! And BTW: Can you tell the moms that I'm going to stay after school to make up a test? Thanks! Xo.
She instantly got a reply back from Brandon, Alright. It's not for Mr. Hutchinson is it?
She replied back, Nope. Mrs. Downing, my English teacher (; she pressed send but felt guilty for lying to Brandon, to her foster family.
But it was for their own good.
She showed him the phone, "There you go. Check if you don't believe me."
He did and then scrolled through the messages then handed it back to her, satisfied, "Alright, Callie. I better see you after school today. 3:10 sharp." He then opened let her go and wrote her a note to her next class.
The rest of the classes went by fast for her, but mainly because she wasn't paying attention, too worried about a certain math teacher. After the last hour of the day, Brandon met her outside her classroom and then walked her to her English class, "The moms said its fine. Just call them when you want to be picked up. I'm going to go see a movie with Talya. Yeah, we're trying to be friends again." He smiled, talking about their break-up.
Callie thought about how she was going to get Brandon to really believe she was at her English class, so she went in and waved goodbye to Brandon.
She looked up, "Hi, Callie. What can I do for you?"
She walked up to her desk and then got out a piece of paper, "For this assignment, when you were saying we need a summary, what do you need a summary of? Is it more than one book? Sorry, I'm still a little bit dozy from being sick." She's glad she made up a perfect lie.
She smiled, "That's alright. I'm glad you ask, sometimes my directions can be confusing. What I want you to do is read those 3 articles I gave you and write a summary about them. It's due Monday, alright?"
She smiled and then wrote it down, "Thank you so much!" She grabbed her papers and then walked out of the classroom, making sure Brandon was nowhere to be found. When she was glad he wasn't there, she made her way to Mr. Hutchinson's room just on time.
She opened the door and he was their sitting on top of his desk, getting up and locking the door, putting on a sign, Student(s) are taking a test. Please knock before opening. "There we go. Now, no disruptions." He smiled and then went up into her face and grabbed her by the elbow and made her sit in his chair.
He still sat on top of his desk and then put his feet near her crotch area, "Now, tell me. Where were you yesterday? Hmm… be honest."
Callie thought about it for a second, then said, "I went out for ice-cream with my family, alright? We wanted to have a family day. I didn't want to tell anyone."
He pressed a little harder, causing her to wince, "That's not it. What else?"
She feigned innocence, "What else do you mean?" She asked, tears in her eyes.
He slapped her face, "You know. Someone saw you yesterday outside of a certain place… now what was it?" He demanded.
Callie sighed and gave in, "Okay. I went in for counseling."
"What for?" He released a little bit of pressure off her crotch area.
She sighed, looking sad, "Because my parents are making me go to it, saying I've been more emotional lately. Plus I've been… hurting myself." She admitted, hoping that showing weakness- sharing something personal- would make him believe her.
He looked at her suspiciously but since he didn't have any evidence to not believe her said, "Alright. And you've been hurting yourself? You're really that weak? Let me see." He grabbed her arms and pulled up her long sleeves revealing all of her scars.
Her self-inflicted, ugly scars.
He laughed, "Really? You're that weak for cutting? You should just go kill yourself. I can't believe you came to this, to cutting yourself. Your mom would be so disappointed in you, Callie. So disappointed. You know she told me that she expected you to take care of yourself, but you didn't do that, huh? Instead you're sitting there hurting yourself. Your mom would be so thwarted at you right now. Just go kill yourself, make your mom glad."
You just contradicted yourself, Callie thought, you told me to take care of myself, but how is killing myself taking care of myself?
And then it popped in to her head. It was taking care of herself. She wouldn't have to live with the pain and she could see her mom again.
But then she thought about Jude and how he would be heartbroken to see his sister die.
He has the Foster's, they'll take care of him she thought as she really contemplated suicide.
It would be easier wouldn't it?
She got shaken out of her thoughts when she was kicked in the stomach, "Callie. Pay attention." He demanded and she did, staring straight into his cruel eyes.
He smiled then caressed her face, "Now, good. Now, Callie, You know, I've missed you. Not just for physical reasons, but for also emotional ones. When I was with you, I felt complete. I felt whole and I want, I need to feel that again. So you're going to do what I say or I'll have Jude killed instantly. Actually, I'll set off a bomb at school or something, killing people. Do you really want to be responsible for the deaths of your brother or innocent people?"
She scoffed, "You're bluffing. You would kill Jude, but you wouldn't bomb the whole school, I know you. You don't want to do that, you don't have the guts in you to do that."
He kicked her in the stomach again, "Don't talk back to me, you understand? Now, do as I say." He pushed her back against the chair and then started taking off his clothes, Callie closed her eyes but whenever she did, he poked her in her eyes, opening them and making him stare at him.
He took off his underwear and then demanded Callie to touch it, reminding her of his promise. His evil promise. She touched it and then put it in her mouth, hating the taste.
His hands went into the top of her shirt then slid down onto her stomach, Callie cried while he was doing it and then he released his hand and went to the waistline of her shorts when her phone rang, signaling a text from Brandon.
He grabbed his phone and then texted back to his text: Are you doing alright?
He replied back for her, Yeah. Almost finished with the test, harder than it looks! Xo.
He sat the phone down and then continued where he left off.
He reached her thighs and then started going into her underwear…
…and Callie closed her eyes, not wanting to remember any of it.
After a couple of minutes, Callie washed her mouth out with her water bottle and spit it in his pencil cup to which she got a hair pull, but it was worth it.
Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth was red and she was in immense pain. She buttoned her jeans and then texted her foster mom to pick her up. To which she replied, Alright. Be there soon. Xo.
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and then pushed her out of his classroom, "Go get cleaned up before your mom wonders about you. And if you tell anyone, I'll kill your brother." Callie nodded, going into the bathroom and washing her face off, putting make-up on the bruises.
Once she looked alright, Stef said she was there. She walked out to the car with a smile on her face, as if she just didn't get rape. "Hey, Callie. How did your test go? Was it easy?"
She smiled while buckling her seat-belt, "Yeah. It was a little harder than usual. Where's Brandon?"
She smiled, "At the theater with Talya. I'm glad they're working things out." They both smiled at each other and then drove back home.
To where her brother greeted her and jumped on her lap, "Hey, Callie! Was the test easy?"
She kissed his cheeks, hugging him a little too hard. "Callie. You're hugging me a little hard."
She dropped him, "Sorry, buddy. And, yeah, the test was pretty easy."
He smiled, "Good. I'm glad. I'm also glad you're feeling better!" He exclaimed, going to the living room and playing some kind of game system.
Callie smiled and then told Stef that she was going up in her room to do homework, to which she was. She was glad Mariana wasn't home and closed the door and got out a razor blade. She knew she shouldn't use it, but she was just so overwhelmed. But then she remembered what she did and then ran to the bathroom, brushing her teeth for a good 5 minutes. She still couldn't get the salty taste off her mouth, but she couldn't brush any more or else her mouth would bleed.
She went back into her bedroom and sat on her bed, placing a towel under her and then taking off her shorts. She grabbed the shiny, silver blade and pressed it against the cool skin that was sore and bruised. She made a couple of strokes in different directions and then dabbed a paper towel on it, pressing down, to stop the bleeding. She pressed it against her thigh again, taking pleasure in the blood, the pain. She laughed at herself kind of, because it was ironic. She was using pain to get rid of pain. Only in this case, she could handle physical pain, not emotional.
The blood was running down her thigh and then she just watched the blood drain from her body. When she saw that blood, she didn't think of her thigh as something that was violated… but a place of peace, as weird as that may sound.
She placed a towel over her cut and then put a ton of pressure on it, making sure it stopped bleeding. She thought about doing it on her thighs because no one would check her thighs and no one would get suspicious.
She went into the bathroom, flushing her evidence down the toilet. She winced as she pulled up her pants to cover her thighs, but then went onto her bed to actually finish her homework.
And for the whole day, she acted like nothing was wrong.
When in reality, everything was wrong.
Every little thing.
I'm sorry this is so depressing, but I promise i'll get him get in trouble soon, like in the next couple of chapters... he will screw up ;) Anyways, i'm so sorry. And i'll update when I can. But I also have 3 stories going on at the moment, so please be considerate of that or even feel free to check them out (you don't have to, though)
Anyways. I'm so sorry and I hope you liked this chapter.
Lauren.