Broken Piece

Giving Piece

The bruised but more so exhausted Callie, stepped into he bedroom back at the condo and froze. She had just taken a shower, a long one to rid her body of the dirty, wretchedness, and whatever else that had been picked up in those woods. She hadn't gotten the chance to take one back at the house, both herself and Davison seeming to want to put that place and those woods behind them as quickly as possible.

She hadn't expected to find Davison sitting on the edge of her bed, especially not after his near muteness on the ride home. His elbows were on his knees and his folded hands were pressed against his lips. He had changed and showered as well, showcased by his damp hair and new clean T-shirt.

Callie was wary. She didn't know what to expect from him.

He looked up at her, his expression a hard one to read.

"I've been thinking..." He started off eyes sort of bouncing around to every and anything other than her. "And I think I was wrong." Callie raised an eyebrow and he looked at her and seemed to read her expression. "I know... You tried to tell me and"

"Davison," Callie spoke with a shake of her head, "are you trying to apologize to me?" She hated how angry it was making her feel. His lips pressed together, and he stared at her. The brown skinned woman scoffed lightly, although her pulse thudded harsh against her collarbone. "You didn't do all of this to me because you really believed Blaire, Davison. So, you knew you were wrong the whole time." She accused. "So, don't bother, just tell me what it is you really wanted from me?" Her voice cracked with emotion. He stood, and she took a step back, making him look away sharply and run a hand over his face. "Did you want really destroy me because you think mom loved me more than you?"

His eyes seemed to linger on the picture frame still sitting on her dresser. Her eyes also lingered there a moment as she waited for his reply. "Like I said... I wanted what my mom loved the most to be mine. I wanted the only piece of her left, that's you." He took his eyes off the picture. "I've hated you for a long time, Callie, because of everything you stood for in my mind. I needed a reason to hate you but," he laughed an out of place bark of laughter, "you make that so f*****g hard in person."

Callie swallowed and leaned against the wall behind her, eyes on the ceiling. "You made it seem easy."

"I want to make it up to you." He declared, making her blink in surprise.

She quickly shook her head. "I just want to get away from you." She said honestly.

"No!" His outburst made her jump. His eyes were wide and pleading, but also slightly shaky in her opinion. "Give me a chance to make it up to you." Callie swallowed hard, taking a step away from the wall and closer to the door. His eyes moved from her to the door and back again, but he made no other moves. Instead, he seemed to take in a breath and meet her gaze firmly. "I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness bu..."

"Good," she cut him off without really meaning too, "because there's no need. All I want from you is...freedom, without difficulties or threats."

His whole demeanor changed, she couldn't tell you what changed, just that there was a sudden stiffness to his body and something in his eyes. He drummed his fingers against his thighs briefly like he didn't know what to do with his hands before finally deciding just to sit back down on the edge of her bed.

"You can't go."

It was said so bluntly, it almost didn't register with the woman. "What?"

"You can't abandon me too!" His voice wasn't as loud as a yell, but his voice was raised.

"You...you can't keep me here. You can do whatever you like with my father's company. I...I don't care anymore. Like you said, he doesn't care about me at all, so why give up so much for him?"

"And staying with me is giving up so much?"

Callie stared at him as she wondered how could he really ask her that question. After everything he had put her through, he asks that? She almost wanted to laugh but couldn't conjure up the energy for it. Instead, she ran a hand over her eyebrow roughly as she sucked in a breath. "I just want to go, Davison." She said tiredly.

He stood sharply, making her stiffen, before he began to rub the back of his neck and stare at the ground. "No," he shook his head, "no."

"You'll have to lock me up again to keep me here," she hated to speak the words, but felt she had too.

He stared at her with narrowed eyes for a second. "I don't want to do that."

Callie closed her eye briefly. "You will, right though?"

She looked at him again, but he was looking at the picture on her dresser once again. "Just give me a chance to right this."

Callie allowed her frustration to rise a level. "Haven't I suffered enough?"

He glanced at her. "You'll just have to live here. Be my wife in name only," she shook her head gently at that, "until we figure something else out."

"What else is there to figure out, Davison!" She found herself raising her voice this time. "I want out!"

"No"

"How can you still want to be married? You married me to get back at mom or me or whatever! Now you claim to have seen the light but for some reason you still want to be married to me?" It sounded insane to her, completely unhinged. "How does that make sense!"

"I want to have you in my life and the only way is if we stay married." His unbridled words rendered her temporarily muted. "I know you would leave otherwise."

"You are completely off, Davison. Something is wrong with you." She spoke pure honesty in her bewilderment.

"My father was a very cruel, brutal man, and he raised me. So maybe you're right." He shrugged.

"Are you going to use that excuse forever?" She questioned, her head swam with emotions. "Are you going to use your bad childhood for a reason for all of your misdeeds?"

"No," the quickness of his answer surprised her. "I'm not using him or my mother as an excuse for what I do. I know what I am doing is wrong, I know this. I just can't bring myself to make it matter in this particular situation, not with you."

Callie covered her hands with her face. She wondered how she was so unlucky. "Don't do this, Davison."

"You can go to school or whatever. You don't have to cook every meal, hell, you don't have to cook at all. I'll buy you a new cell phone and anything else you want, Callie. You just can't abandon me." She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his large hand wrap around her wrists and tug her hands away from her face. She quickly yanked her hands away, only for him to re grab them and hold them against his chest. She struggled, wanting to be let go. "Stop!" She wasn't sure why her body followed his order, but her whole frame went completely still. He stared at her and she at him, she wasn't sure what he was trying to say with his eyes, but it was clear there was a whole lot.

"I'll run away." She didn't mean to blurt out her plans, but again, there was something about his eyes.

"And I'll come and find you." He promised.

(BP)

Callie felt sick to her stomach as she rolled her her side in her bed. One of her eyes cracked open to see the time was after twelve in the afternoon on the clock on her nightstand.

She hadn't slept well after the whole interaction with Davison, but she had tried, case in point why she was still in bed so late in the day. Davison had said she didn't have to cook anymore, and she had almost wanted to passively call his bluff. But there had been no sign of him all morning.

She knew she should be up moving, maybe even making her grand escape, but she couldn't move from bed, she couldn't face the day, not with Davison's promise bouncing around inside her head.

He'd find her. Would she ever be free of this man? Had his hatred turned into obsession?

She moaned sadly into her pillow. Her mind drifted Aiken and she thought of paying him a visit. Davison had said she could leave whenever she wanted now. Maybe she would just go and not come back?

Before she could give the thought much of a thought, her bedroom door opened and in came her mother's son himself. She would have turned her back to him, if she didn't think that was such a horrible idea. Instead she watched him silently, as he slid into the room a greasy fastfood bag in his hand.

When he was closer, she sat up, not wanting to be so vulnerable in his presence.

"You have to eat," He dropped the bag on the nightstand and met her eyes.

Callie looked away first. "I've gone longer without eating." She reminded coldly.

"I know," he sat a phone down on the pillow next to her hand, "it's yours. I called it about five minutes ago...add my number if you want." Callie couldn't hold back the scoff. Unfortunately, he seemed to find it funny if his half smile was any indication. "It truly is just a suggestion."

"Can you leave now?" He was really making her stomach ache and the smell of the food wasn't helping.

"Are you going to eat?" He pushed.

"Yes," she lied. "I'm going to enroll back into classes later." She tested and glanced at him briefly.

"Good, thanks for tell me." He ran a hand over his jaw. "The same school, right?"

"I was thinking maybe one out of state this time." She could see him stiffen. She sharply looked at him, not a smile on her face. "I was obviously joking."

"Not funny," he fake laughed, "don't go to far, Callie. And always come back."