Broken Piece

Returned Piece

"Any reason you're just sitting on the couch in the middle of day?"

Davison's greeting hadn't surprised her when he returned home from work, so she merely continued to flip thru television stations. "Welcome home, Davison." She mumbled. "Your dinner is on the stove."

She knew he was still standing there. "And your chores?"

She wanted to roll her eyes. "All done, sir." She couldn't keep the mocking tint out of her voice.

He was bent before her in seconds, his fingers gripping her chin as he forced her to meet his eyes. "Are you mocking me?"

Callie stiffened but didn't shy away from the hard blue stare. "No..." she lied. "I really am done and your dinner really is cooked."

He stared at her, his eyes flickering down to her lips. It made her stiffen even more, it had only been two days since the time he kissed her. She hadn't quite been able to forget it, but not in a way she liked. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." He seemed to contemplate something before deciding to screw it as he leaned in and kissed her once again. He pulled back only after a couple seconds. "Kissing you is...odd." He admitted seeming as confused as she felt. He obviously meant a good odd as he leaned in again and kissed her again, deeper and longer this time. He was practically on top of her.

"I know you like to rough me up," she spoke when he had finally pulled away again, slightly breathless, "but this is s****l assault."

His eyes narrowed a little, but he didn't move away. "You're saying you find no pleasure in me kissing you?" His hands moved to either said of her head, boxing her in.

She decided that her body did, but she didn't. Her body was weak, neglected, and wanted action, she did too, but not with him. "I don't really like you." She admitted.

"And I hate you," he shrugged, "but I like kissing you."

"You get off on me being weaker than you. You get off on the power you have over me, that's why." She said stiffly, feeling bold. "You're crazy."

He swooped down and kissed her again. "And that's your fault," he said once he pulled away again. He backed away from her and unloosened his tie before walking away after giving her an unreadable look.

She was left shaken.

(BP)

Callie stared at the picture of her and her mother and Davison, a sense of utter sadness over her.

"You said things would get better for me, mom." She said to the picture. "Everything just got worse though...you died, dad being dad, then Davison. I don't know how much more of this I can take, mom. Do I deserve all of this? Did I do something wrong?"

She sighed as she rubbed her forehead and leaned heavily against her dresser. It was early in the morning and she hadn't started on her chores yet. The last week or so she had gotten how to clean the condo down and was damn near perfect at it. She knew what time to start to be able to get everything done, but it was way past that time now. She didn't care though. She had barely gotten up in time to cook Davison's breakfast, which he ended up not eating.

Her stomach grumbled and she knew she hadn't been eating decently, most of the time she just didn't have an appetite. The thought of eating sometimes just made her want to puke, while other times all she wanted to do was eat.

She turned to eye her cell phone sitting on her unmade bed before moving over to it. Of course she didn't have an missed calls or messages. She had never been the best at making friends, in high school she was the only black girl in the whole school, she was shy, and self conscious. No one wanted to be friends with that type of person. In college, she had a few people she was getting friendly with...but she hadn't been allowed to go to class in weeks, she was sure they had forgotten about her by now.

She ran through her short contacts until she came across her father's driver's number. She had to get out of there.

(BP)

Her dad was chasing a young half naked blonde (topless and braless) around the ground level when she entered her former home. She sighed as she let the front door slam behind her.

The girl squealed and had the decorum to hide behind Callie's shirtless boxer clad father. "Callie, what are you doing here?" Her father seemed shocked to see her.

Callie wasn't shocked at all, she had come home plenty of times to see her father with one of his 'girls', sometimes mom was even there and they both caught him in the act of being disgusting and unfaithful. She remembered those times, they were horrible because her mother would cry for days. It had been then that Callie had promised herself to never marry someone like her father.

"You don't sound happy at all with my visit, dad." She said tiredly as she walked into the closest sitting room and sat heavily in tea colored chair.

"I just assumed you would still be busy getting to know your husband." He said as he followed her inside, Rosa appeared with a house coat, which he slid on much to Callie's relief. She didn't appreciate seeing so much of her father. "Becca, baby, go wait for me upstairs." Her told the blonde, who Callie was sure use to be father's old cook's girl friend.

"Alright, my big black bear," she giggled, "you won't be long will you?" She pouted. Callie gagged.

"Don't be rude and childish, Callie!" Her father snapped, making her roll her eyes. "This won't take long. Wait for me?"

"You know it, but hurry."

Callie was seriously disgusted, but diffidently not surprised. "What are you doing here, Callie?" Her father asked sitting in the chair opposite hers. "Everything alright with Davison?"

Callie glared at the wall behind her dad's head, not wanting to look at him. "How's the company, everything work out as well as you hoped?"

"And then some!" He laughed. "This was the best decision I've ever made."

"Nice to know your profiting off my suffering!" Callie snapped.

Her dad actually had the nerve to scoff. "Come now, Callie. What's so bad about being married to Davison? He's handsome, young, and rich. You won't have to work a day in your life. I did that for you."

Callie felt tears jump in her eyes, but she did not want to cry. "He hates me, dad. He's abusive."

Something flashed in her father's eye, and she felt a spark of hope because of it. Her father's eyes racked over her body. "You seem fine," he said after a moment.

Callie felt his words like a blow. "I'm not, dad! He degrades me and calls me names. He makes me feel like s**t!"

The man seemed unconcerned. "What? He calls you names? Come on Callie, grow up. I thought the whole being upset because people call you names thing got handled in high school! Have you ever thought that maybe some of the things he says are true and that they're things you need to work on?"

Callie shook her head in disbelief, though she knew she shouldn't be surprised. "He won't allow me to leave the house without permission, dad!"

"He's just trying to watch out for you. You're his responsibility now, he's just trying to make sure nothing bad happens to you."

Callie laughed this time, wet and a bit hysterical. "Seriously? You do not believe that!"

Her father stood, tightening his robe around him. "Call your husband and go home, Callie, I have more important things to do then listen to you complain about nothing."

"You're the worse father in the world!" She spat at him, but he just continued out of the room, going to return to his plaything.

Callie just sat there, feeling as low as she's ever felt before. Her face fell into her hands as she fought the overwhelming feeling of sorrow.

"Callie, dear," the distraught woman quickly looked up at Rosa who stood in the door, expression one of concern. "Do you need to use the phone? Seems your father told Hank not to drive you anymore. Maybe you can call your husband and he ca-"

"Oh, God," Callie moaned as she felt as if she room tilted, "I can't go back there, Rosa, he's going to be so mad!" She sunk further into the chair, her breathing quickening.

Rosa quickly moved to her and pulled her into a hug. Callie clung to the older woman, crying silently. "Maybe...if you get back quickly he won't notice you were gone?"

Callie shook hear head. "The door man will let him know for sure, Rosa! I can't go back!"

Rosa shushed her and petted her hair. "Would you...maybe want to go to the police?"

Callie went still, she had thought about it, of course she had. But what if she went and they didn't believe her? She would end up right back with him and there would be no telling what he would do to her after potentially bringing him bad press that could hurt his company. She wasn't just saying things when she said she thinks he would kill her.

"No...no" Callie whispered, "I need to think."

Rosa was quiet for a while, still petting her hair. "Alright, dear, do you want anything? Water?"

"No, thank you, Rosa."

Rosa released her and gave her a sad smile. "You still have my number correct? Don't be afraid to call me, now chica."

Callie forced a smile. Once again left alone, Callie wallowed in her fear and sadness.

(BP)

She guessed it was around 10 at night, when Davison came to get her. It was just as Rosa was about to open the door and go home to her own home for the night. He had been standing there and rudely pushed passed Rosa and went in search of her.

He found her quickly considering she was still in the sitting area near the front door. His look was dark when those empty, blue pools landed on her. She had just sat there, unable to move or say anything.

And he, without a word, moved forward, grabbed her and yanked her out of the chair. She started to say something when he began dragging her out of the house, passed a troubled looking Rosa and out of the house, but decided it would be better not too.

They went to his car and he practically pushed her inside. "Don't move!" He spoke for the first time before he slammed the car door after her. He then got into his own side and they drove off. He wasn't speeding or anything, he was actually quite calm.

It worried her. "What are you going to do, Davison?" She asked once the apprehension grew to be too much for her.

He didn't speak not a word until both were standing in the foyer of the condo. "You're really stupid, you know that?" he wasn't even looking at her when he said this.

Callie was contemplating making a run for it but realized she should have tried that when they were outside. "I..."

"Shut up!" He yelled grabbing a clump of her weave and her hair so tightly her eyes stung. "I told you not to leave the house without my permission!" He began pulling her through the condo by her hair. "I told you! I didn't think I would have to lock you up!"

They stopped in front of one the closets in the hallway and he wrenched the door open. "Wh-what are you doing, Davison?" He pushed her inside so hard she went through the winter coats hanging up inside and hit the wall.

"You'll stay in there until I think you've learned your lesson!" He slammed the door and she heard him lock it.

"Davison!" She called quickly reaching for the door. She tired the knob but obviously it was locked. "Don't do this!" She banged on the door. "Please don't do this! Davison!" She could hear his footsteps moving away. "Davison!"