Broken Piece

Found Piece

Davison took her phone the same day he locked her away, wouldn't allow her to touch his desk top or lap top, so she was a little surprised when he sat her in front of his desk top in his office. Especially considering he said nothing at first.

Callie just sat stiffly, uncertain, gaze half on the background picture of a breathtaking view of a cliff, the other on his reflection behind her. Her hands were shaking in her lap and she hated what she had become.

He reached around her, the back of her head bumping against his chest as he grabbed the mouse and clicked on a minimized tap. She stiffened even more at his proximity. A website appeared, but it seemed to be check-out to a shopping page. Three dresses were in the shopping cart, one green, one blue, one a silvery orange. "Pick a dress, I have a charity function in about a month or so, you will be attending with me." He finally said.

Callie stomach sank. A charity functions? She hated those. They were always about anything but actual charity. She and her mom named them Braggy Judgment Paloozas, filled with fake people pretending to be whatever they felt they wanted to be that day. She couldn't remember one charity function she had attended where she left feeling better about herself than when she went all, all ways worse.

So now, she would have to attend one of those functions with Davison? She shuddered. Though she would admit that after living with Davison that the fake cruel women of those parties would be a walk in the park.

She still didn't want to go. "Do...I have to go?" She knew Davison had gone to charities since they've been married and before this time, he hadn't ever mentioned having her come along.

"What? I assumed you would be happy about being back in your natural element." He said roughly.

Callie frowned. "Those types of parties are not my natural element." She massaged the back of her hand with the other. "I'll just embarrass you." She used, knowing Davison hated for her to embarrass him.

"Hmm," the side of his face appeared in the corner of her eye as he leaned forward, "why do you think you would embarrass me?"

"I've never been good at it." She answered honestly, ignoring his invasion of her personal space.

"Good at it?"

She nodded and bit her lip. "Mom...I mean, your mom and I were never good at creating the persona needed to get through one of those things without a humiliating incident."

His cheek bumped into hers softly. "I don't believe you." He said bluntly. His tone suggested he really didn't. She couldn't understand that? Why would she lie about that? Her mom and her had gone through hell at those things.

"It's true," she said in smaller voice, not wanting to make it seem like she was arguing with him. She leaned a little away from him, gaze still on the screen. "I don't know who's going to be there, but if it's any of the usuals...I think it would be best if I don't go."

His hands came to rest on the arm rests on the sides of her as he nudged her forward closer. "This event is being held by my company. And you will be in attendance. What sense would it make, you not being there?"

"About as much as me not being at any of the others you've gone to since we've been married!" She snapped. She didn't mean to, but those charity parties always triggered her anxiety. She hadn't been to one since what happened to her mom happened.

"Are you raising your voice at me?" He snapped right back, making her flinch. "I thought the time you spent..."

"The orange one!" she said quickly, already knowing what he was going to say. She was already breathing quickly, she didn't need him to actually go and threaten her with more time in 'there'.

"Good," he removed the other two dresses from the shopping cart before purchasing the one she had chosen. He kissed her on the cheek sweetly, making her feel ill. "Good choice."

(BP)

Davison had a lot of women he brought over on the weekends, but this one was different. First, it wasn't the weekend, second she wasn't dressed like they had just come from the world's skankiest club, and third, she didn't receive a drunken scowl when their eyes met in the living room.

Callie had been nibbling on a sandwich, just turkey and bread, it was a little dry, but Davison hated the only condiment she liked (mustard) so there was none in the house. But the meat was good, apparently Davison knew a man who owned a butchery and his cold cuts were usually pretty good.

She was careful and kept her plate underneath her mouth whenever she would bite on the sandwich, not wanting to put crumbs on Davison expensive couch. He hated that and would chew her out for sure.

The woman wasn't the tall blondes he usually brought in, which made her wonder how he thought anyone would really believe he was interested in her, but a tallish auburn-haired woman. She had come in with Davison, who had clearly just gotten off work.

"I've been knocking on the door for an hour." She said instead of greeting and her statement was directed at Davison, like she wasn't even there. Callie quietly sighed, she was used to being treated rudely by Davison's flings. This one was just ignoring her instead of hurling insults, she couldn't complain.

She set her plate down carefully on her lap and glanced at Davison just as he shrugged. The woman's gaze found her again and it took her a moment to realize she was still waiting on an answer.

Callie glanced at Davison. He told her to never answer his door. Actually, after she left that time, he told her not to go near it. "I...didn't hear it." She lied.

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Right," she rolled her eyes. She whirled around on Davison. "I thought those two boneheads were lying when they said you went off and got married! Come to find out it was true! Why in the hell wasn't I invited to your shotgun wedding?" She yelled.

Davison winced at her volume for sure. "You were in England!"

"And you think I wouldn't come home for your wedding!" She put her hands on her hips. "And to think, I wouldn't even have know if it wasn't for A & P. Your ass didn't even think of telling me!"

Davison rolled his eyes, he didn't even seem a little angry about this woman yelling at him. "You would have found out anyway." She watched fascinated, if that had been her, Davison would of likely choked her ass out by now. She admitted to herself that hurt a little. Davison just wasn't some guy with intense anger issues who went around forcing his will on people...it was just her.

"I would have found out anyway?" She asked shrilly. "And to think at one point I thought of you as the better friend when compared with the other two!"

Davison shrugged, "Its not that big of a deal, Anna."

She scoffed. "Only you would get married and not think it was a big deal!" She turned to Callie, likely catching her staring in bewilderment. "I'm rude," she smiled, "but my name is actually Anna. You must be Callie." The woman seemed friendlier now and her smile was genuine.

Callie forced a smile and hoped she didn't have crumbs around her mouth. "Hello," she said awkwardly, glancing at Davison before putting her gaze back on the pretty woman.

There was an awkward silence. "What brings you by, Anna, besides to chew me out about not telling you every detail of my life?"

"Alright, we'll pretend that getting married is just a little 'detail' in someone's life." She shook her head. "I came to get to know the wife of my best friend. I always thought our group needed another woman."

"She is not a part of our group!" Davison said sharply, making Anna frown and Callie look down and bit her lip. "She's my wife, opposite of all of that."

Anna raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by his outburst. "Why would you be unhappy with your wife being friends with your best friends?"

"Those weren't my words." Davison said. "She's my wife...that's it." He glanced at Callie. "Go get us something to drink."

"Are you asking?" Anna asked with a surprised look on her face.

Callie grabbed the plate in her lap and stood and headed towards the kitchen. She pretended not to hear Anna's question. The harsh whispering started as soon as she left the room.

She fixed them glasses of the ice tea she had made earlier and waited a little bit before returning to the living room, not wanting to walk in on the conversation but knowing she had to come back.

The whispering stopped when she entered the room, but neither Anna nor Davison looked happy. Davison was sitting on the couch, but Anna was still standing. Callie placed the drinks on the coffee table, not enjoying how both sets of eyes followed her actions.

"Do you ever leave this condo, Callie?"

"What the hell, Anna!" Davison cut in before she could even think of responding.

"Anderson told me you made her quit school!"

Davison scoffed. "Of course, Anderson! You should really stop listening to everything he says like he's some kind of saint without any hidden motives!"

"I'm just saying, I came to see for myself! That wasn't me, blindly believing anything but I see what he was saying!" she yelled back.

Callie almost sighed. She guessed it didn't matter if she was in the room or not, they were still arguing. She wanted to leave, but she also wanted to stay. She was witnessing the second time in two weeks that some one argued with Davison over her.

She wondered what that meant for her. When would he blame her and lock her away again as punishment. The thought made her swallow hard.

"What? She's fine, she's my wife...I haven't done anything to her! I'm not keeping her locked up in here!"

"Then let me take her shopping tomorrow!" Anna smiled, like she had gotten him right where she wanted him and maybe she had. "Let me take her out shopping and to lunch."

Davison seemed annoyed, really annoyed. "It's fine by me." He gritted out. "It's up to her though."

They both turned to look at her at the same time.

"I'll...I'll go."

"Just have her back in time to cook dinner." Davison shook his head. "You get on my f*****g nerves, Anna!"

Anna smiled brightly, "you love me though, Dee."

Davison didn't deny it and his look of annoyance was much too soft to be considered anything really but a look of fondness.