Broken Piece

Different Piece

She had learned about how being locked in small, dark places alone could drive someone mad in her psychology class. Now she was learning it first hand. She had given up banging on the door a few hours in, knowing there was no way Davison would have mercy on her.

She slept at first, after all of the begging that fell on deaf ears. But there was only so much time she could spend asleep, and it was so dark in there, sometimes she wasn't sure if she had her eyes open or not. She found herself wondering was she actually asleep or had she just spaced out.

He held off using the bathroom for as long as she could, but it was all for not and she found herself urinating on herself. It just added another level of shame to her already ruined self worth. 

After awhile she was just quiet. She felt as if she had lost herself sitting in her own waste.

Sometimes she could hear Davison in the condo moving around, coming and going. He never stopped at the door or spoke to her. It was almost as if he had forgotten about her. She grew weak, hungry, and thirsty and her mind seemed to fracture. She wished he would just talk to her. It was so quiet.

She had fallen asleep again, she believed she had anyway, when the sound of feminine laughter woke her. She could hear the hushed conversation and the stumbling footsteps ambling passed the door.

He had brought someone home to sleep with while he left her locked away? She couldn't even find it in her to care about if she should care or not. She diffidently didn't have the energy needed to call out too anyone.

She had just closed her eyes, brought her hand up to make sure they were actually closed, and tried to sleep.

"Oh god, she stinks!"

It was the shrill voice that pulled her from her slumber, but she didn't move from her balled up state even when the light from the hall hit her face. Her eyes just squeezed shut tighter.

"She pissed and shat on herself, Davison! Disgusting!" The woman's voice was familiar to Callie, but she couldn't pinpoint why in her messed up mind. "Does she have no shame?"

"Get up," she finally heard Davison's voice after just suffering through the annoying, oddly familiar whiny voice. "Get up, Callie," he commanded.

Callie moaned in response. She couldn't move, she wished she could. There was nothing more she wanted then to get out of that place. A whimper escaped her as she attempted to place her arm underneath her to get up, but found she was too weak.

"Pathetic," The female voice chided.

"Why are you still here?" Davison snapped.

"I...I th-thought..."

"I got things to handle here, I'll give you a call." He said in a calmer voice. Callie couldn't help but think he would never be that calm with her.

"Promise?" The familiar stranger crooned.

"Yeah," he said sounding annoyed again.

"Alright," the sound of a kissing was heard before the clicking of departing heels followed.

"You're disgusting," she heard Davison whisper close to her, right before she felt his hands on her. She stiffened and tried to scoot back.

"No...no..." she fought weakly. She didn't want to think about what he was going to do next.

"Stop it!" He yelled at her. She quickly stopped fighting, but her body remained shivering. She heard him sigh before she felt herself being lifted. She didn't dare move, afraid of being dropped. She honestly was just happy she was finally out of there. She didn't open her eyes until she felt water hit her and it took her disoriented mind awhile to realize she was in the shower. She looked around wildly, attempting to shy away from the quickly warming water, but strong arms held her in place. "We're going to take these clothes off and rinse you off first before the bath." She heard him say. "You shouldn't have left the house." He mumbled quietly.

Callie said nothing, didn't even fight when he began removing her clothes, too afraid if she caused to big of a fuss he would put her back in 'there'. She avoided looking at him and instead watched the water move down the drain.

When her clothes were off, and she had been rinsed off, he started the bath. He washed her up like she was fragile, as if he wasn't the one who could break her. Then he dressed her in one of his shirts and put her in a bed, she was sure it wasn't in her room. Still she said nothing.

He stared at her for a moment once she was settled, but she looked at anything but him. "Now you know the consequences of leaving." He said, voice emotionless.

She felt emotions coming back and climbing up inside of her, she swallowed them and turned her head away. Only one tear slipped.

(BP)

When morning came, she got up at the time she normally would. Trying hard to ignore Davison's sleeping form in the bed next to her. She didn't know why he chose to sleep next to her, she didn't even remember him doing it. It disturbed her though.

Her body was still weak, and walking was difficult at first, but she moved into the kitchen to start on Davison's breakfast, but first she drunk two cups of water.

"What are you doing?" She flinched at his voice and wasn't brave enough to look at him. She just stared at her fingers gripping the kitchen counter. "You can't talk now?" He questioned with clear annoyance.

Her heart started pounding. "I w-was making breakfast for you." She croaked out.

He made a noise with his mouth. "Your body isn't strong enough yet to be up. Come back to bed." She did feel woozy, but she did not want to go back to that bed with him. Something also told her he wouldn't allow her to go to her own.

She glanced at the eggs she had already cracked into a bowl. "I've already started it, Davison." She said calmly.

He was quiet before he scoffed. "Fine, but if you fall down don't call me to come pick you up." He exited the kitchen. She didn't think he had to worry about that.

She finished making breakfast and drunk another glass of water. It was too quiet so she turned on the tv in the living room, not caring what was on.

(BP)

"Mrs. Cane, how's it going?"

Callie stiffened at the name Anderson had greeted her with. She forced a smile and turned to face the man who was following her husband into the living room. "Just call me, Callie, Anderson." She really hoped he would.

He frowned at her, his eyes moving up and down her body but not in a suggestive way. "Are you feeling alright, Callie, you look sick.?"

Callie paused on her trek to place the glasses of ice water on the coffee table for them. She glanced nervously at Davison who was watching her. She guessed she hadn't bounced back from her time in 'there', it was just a couple of days ago after all. Anderson seemed to catch her glance at Davison, but she pretended not to notice he had noticed.

"Yeah, I feel a little under the weather, I guess." She kind of told the truth as she placed the glasses which were trembling in her hand on the coffee table. There was an awkward silence where she wondered if she should just make her exit or not.

"How are classes, Callie? You were in school, right?" Anderson asked politely as he picked up a glass and thanked her silently.

Callie glanced towards Davison again just as he looked up from his cell phone. "Uh..." She started off slowly unsure if what she said would end up causing her more problems or not. "I actually don't go to my classes anymore...lots to do around here." She forced a laugh.

Anderson frowned a little before raising an eyebrow. "You dropped out?" He glanced at Davison quickly, almost sharply. "You couldn't possibly have that much to do around here. Davison could always hire someone to clean the place."

Callie couldn't do anything but shrug, she wanted out of this conversation. "Good point." She forced another laugh. "Will you guys need anything else?"

"No, thank you, Callie." Davison spoke up. "Go rest." He sat on the couch.

Callie did as told, scurrying into her bedroom, she flopped onto the bed, intent on going to sleep. She jumped awake at the sound of raised voices and quickly sat up, back stiff. Her gaze flickered to the door as she tried to make sense of what had happened. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep.

"You can not tell me what to do with my wife, Aye. That's not how this works, a marriage is between a man and his wife!"

That was Davison's voice. Callie frowned in confusion as she attempted to regulate her breathing.

"Look, Dee, I'm not trying to butt into your marriage, but come on! You made her quit school?" That was Anderson voice. So, he was still here.

"This really isn't any of your business, bro!" Davison was clearly irritated. Callie decided she would get out of bed and move closer to the door, wanting to hear the conversation better.

"Why did you even marry her?" Anderson was clearly not going to let this go. He was sticking up for her. Maybe. She hoped so. "She's not even your type, and let's not forget that before that day you had us come to the courthouse you've never even mentioned her! Then, come of find out she's your stepsister? Dee, what are you doing? I'm not trying to be in your business, but I'm your friend and I don't want to see you do something you'll regret or turn into a person that's not even you!"

She had to crack the bedroom door open to hear most of what Anderson said, considering his voice had gotten lower.

"Look, thanks for the concern, Aye, but I know what I'm doing. I'm not doing anything that I'm going to regret. I married a girl, so what?" Davison sounded less irritated now, but there was something off about his tone. "We all will have to do it one day...unless you plan on being a bachelor your whole life." He joked. Callie felt it was forced.

"I just hope that when I do get married that my new wife doesn't resemble such a tired, frightened woman yours does only weeks after we get married, Dee. Don't bullshit me right now. Whatever you're doing to her, I advise you to stop. I especially believe you should because I think this has something to do with your mom and I think you're wrong."

"You have no idea what in the hell you're even going on about!" Davison's tone was angry again. "I don't appreciate you coming here to my house and telling me how to be married! You should go."

"You're better than this, Dee." Anderson said before a few moments later she heard the front door shut.

She quickly shut her bedroom door as quietly as she could before she raced back to the bed. She climbed on top of it quickly and turned her back to it, feigning sleep. Not even a minute later she heard her door open and she tired hard not to stiffen, not to give any signs she was a wake at all.

"I know what I'm doing." She heard him say so lowly it had to be to himself. "She deserves this. I am not sorry." Then the door was closed and she heard his footsteps move away from her door.