Broken Piece

Liked Piece

Sometimes, Callie would watch Davison, Anderson, and Peter when they were around Anna. Just watch them. Like the time Anna moved into a new apartment and they all went to help her move in, the only reason she was allowed to come was because Anna had apparently bugged Davison about her.

But it was a good time to watch them and she decided they all were completely smitten by Anna. The three of them treated her like a precious object, case in point being they wouldn't allow her to lift a thing that day. Anna pretended to be annoyed by it, but Callie could tell she like the attention and care afforded to her by Davison, Anderson, and Peter.

When Anna talked all of them listened as if she was bestowing wisdom or reveal the whereabouts of hidden treasure. They seemed to touch her a lot and she touched them just as much.

Callie didn't have a lot of experience by way of romantics, she didn't have any experience at all really. But she could just tell all of them cared about her on a level deeper than friendship. Though she would deem the relationships platonic at the given time, she doubted they had always been.

But that was all speculation on her part, maybe just the musings of a bored mind.

It didn't really matter really what they had going on, but what did matter was that Davison seemed to bother her less now that Anna seemed to be taking up most of his time.

Callie couldn't complain, not really, but the loneliness of close to driving her insane. It was the weekend and Davison had gone off somewhere with his friends or one of his flings, she wasn't sure, but she decided to work on her hair.

So, with the condo a familiar quiet, she began to remove her weave and wash her hair. Silence no longer bothered her as much as it did the first few days of her freedom from 'there', but still couldn't quite sleep with the light off.

"What's wrong with your hair?"

Callie didn't jump, but her gaze quickly focused on Davison's in the bathroom mirror. She subconsciously brought her hand up to the damp curls on her head. "What do you mean?"

He leaned against the doorway and stared at her for a minute before shrugging. "Your dress is here, go try it on."

She grimaced at the mention of the dress. She had almost forgotten all about the charity event...almost.

"Okay," she said, internally panicking about charity event. Davison hadn't given her a date and she hadn't asked, so she had no idea when it was. What if it was tomorrow night? What if it was that night? She didn't want to ask him for a couple reasons, one being she didn't want to know the answer, the other not wanting to ask Davison anything, especially not with the mood being reminded of the charity event put her in. The thoughts made her stomach twist. Her eyes lifted, catching Davison's reflection still in the mirror.

He scoffed at her. "Now, genius, just in case there needs to alterations or it resembles s**t on you and we have to take it back!" Callie sighed gaze dropping. Davison always had an order to give and an insult to throw. She stood and turned, seeing him leave. "The box is on the coffee table." He called out behind him.

Callie was a bit surprised to see Peter on the couch, though she shouldn't have been, Davison always had one of his friends over on the weekends. She could hear Davison fumbling around in the kitchen.

"Hi Peter," she greeted timidly, smiling at the man who she liked well enough. He looked up from his phone and smiled at her, smiling growing as his eyes slowly ran down the length of her.

"What's up, Callie?" He greeted. "You look beautiful, you should cover yourself up less more often." He complimented.

His words made her look down and remember she was just in a pair of white shorts and a deep blue halter top. She felt embarrassed, this wasn't something she usually wore around other people. She had been told enough times she didn't' have the body style for it. She wasn't tall and slim like most of the girls she knew her age or like Anna. She was much shorter and rounder in places.

"Uh...Thank you." She said spotting the box she was sure contained her dress sitting on the coffee table. "You look handsome too...I mean..." she said awkwardly. She didn't receive compliments very often. Peter seemed to find what she said funny because he laughed.

"So I've been told a time or two..." He said. "Oh, Davison, seems I found your secret. You been keeping your wife's beautiful body all covered up on purpose, right?" Davison's business partner joked. "You always keep the best secrets!"

Callie turned around to find Davison standing in the opening of the living room closer to the kitchen, he didn't seem to happy. His gaze was has hard as stone and on her.

Uncomfortable, Callie quickly grabbed the box from the table and exited, going to opposite direction of where Davison stood, but unfortunately, she heard him follow. He was right on her heels, not giving her enough time to even think about closing her door.

He did it for her anyway, except he was on the wrong side of where she wanted him. She dropped the box on the bed and gathered herself before turning around to face him.

His look was one of annoyed disgust and it was painful or her to see that expression directed at her. "He was lying, you know." He finally said. "Just being polite... there's nothing beautiful or attractive to see here." He motioned towards her.

Callie sucked in a shaky breath. "Why do you always do this?" She questioned, voice holding a tint of desperation. She couldn't stop herself from asking. She avoided asking Davison things because he either wouldn't answer, get angry, or make her feel stupid for asking, so she avoided questioning him, but this she felt as if she had to know. "You already have torn me down. You've shown me no one cares about me, not even my own father. You took school away from me. You nearly...you nearly had me go insane by locking me in 'there'. Why do you have to hurt me more? I know I'm not pretty or attractive by your standards, but why did you have to follow me in here to tell me that?" She questioned. "What do you think I did to you, Davison?"

He was in front of her in two long strides and he towered over her. "You need to know you're not beautiful." What he said surprised her. She had said a lot to him, but that was what he chose to say?

Her gaze flickered from his shoulder to his eyes and she swallowed thickly. "You don't think I'm beautiful," she said overcome with a sudden boldness, "Someone, somewhere might... Peter might think so. Is your friend a liar?"

He stepped closer to her, making her step back, but soon she ran out of places to go. "Peter might think so?" He echoed. He squinted his eyes and his head leaned closer to hers. "You think he does?"

Callie was afraid. Davison looked dangerous in that moment. Mad and dangerous. She bit her lip, breath quickening. "He...He...might." She could feel his breath on her face. "Is he a liar? He didn't seem like he was lying."

She was poking the hornets nest. Why was she doing this? She didn't know anymore. He grabbed her chin in the way he has done many a time before and tilted her face up. His eyes were so light but so dark, she had never seen anything like it. It was fascinating in a horrifying way. "Do you want him to think you're beautiful?" With each word his lips brushed hers.

Callie refused to answer, and instead continued to stare into his eyes. She knew he was going to kiss her, she knew it from the moment he started backing her up. It was like she had him figured out...but not really. He kissed her hard and possessively, reminding her once again that she would likely never figure him out.

She broke the kiss and looked away from him quickly. "If I repulse you so much...why do you keep doing that?" She asked quietly.

He took a step back and nodded his head and hummed. "Because I can."