Broken Piece

Chained Piece

Callie struggled the whole way, her mind whirling. Her feet dug into the floors, but the well-worn sneakers couldn't find her footings as they slid along the hardwood floors. Her hands, the free one, tried fruitlessly at dislodging Davison's bruising hold on her arm.

"What are you talking about, Davison!" She shouted. She could see 'there' coming closer and her panic turned into pure terror. "Davison!"

He wasn't hearing her, not over his own irate breathing and whatever was going on inside his head. "Stop!" He screamed at her as her struggles increased.

"No!" She screamed right back. Twisting her own arm so hard it hurt, she managed to escape his hold and she turned and bolted or tired rather. His fingers grasped the back of her thin camisole and he yanked her back, but Callie didn't care. She wiggled and fought, no matter how the shirt dug into her skin, making one of the straps break. She was nearly out of the shirt altogether when either Davison or herself or both lost their balance and together hit the floor.

Callie cried out from the blow but didn't stop trying to get away as she started to crawl. She would do everything in her power to not go back in 'there'. Davison's arm wrapped around her waist and nearly lifted her off her feet as he stood back onto his feet.

This time with a firmer hold, Davison half drug and half carried her to there. Wrenching the door open with one hand he tossed her inside roughly before slamming the door shut before she could even pick herself up off the floor.

When Callie heard the door lock from the other side, she didn't bother screaming and begging to be let out as she had done the first time. She knew that hope was lost and begging Davison was like talking to a brick wall, a cruel, unempathetic brick wall.

She shut her eyes tightly, ironically enough, to block out the bleak darkness around her. As if shutting her eyes was letting too much darkness in, she also pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes until it hurt. Her lips parted and ugly, choked sobs escaped. Her chest was pounding and tight. Her arm throbbed and her wrists ached.

She could hear Davison pacing the floor outside the, mumbling to himself. It scared her.

"I wasn't ever going to do that too you again! I wasn't ever going to lock you in there again after the first time!" He started to speak. "But what I'm I suppose to do?" He asked and it sounded rhetorical in her opinion. He knew what he could do. Let her out. "Huh?" He laughed without humor. She focused on his voice, because it was better then the darkness. "All I ever wanted was his respect..." He said aggressively. Callie frowned as her sobs quieted and was merely replaced by her shaking body. Her hands fell away from her face, but her eyes remained closed. "And I got it, all I ever wanted was his respect and I got it... all it took is buying him a new truck whenever he asks and a monthly stipend, but I got it." He laughed once again with no joy. "And you came and stripped that away. He called me, been blowing up my phone all day, but I ignore him cause he always want the same thing, more money. But I swung by anyway, after all, he is my father and he raised me when she abandoned me, and you know what? He didn't only want money, but he always wanted to berate me about my wife being all up on another man. He wanted to rub that s**t in. That man hasn't...I haven't given that man a reason to berate me in nine years, Callie. Nine f*****g years!" She could still hear the scoff of his work shoes on the floor, which told her he was still pacing. Her mind quickly conjuring up the image to the older man at the butcher shop with the same last name as her husband and herself.

She almost wanted to laugh, she had come face to face with the man that had put her mom through hell and the father of her husband and didn't even know it.

(BP)

Davison had left, not the condo, but the hallway. It wasn't too much later that he returned, maybe only fifteen minutes, a familiar chime accompanying him. It took her a while to recognize her own ring tone.

"Your butcher boyfriend is calling, Cals." Davison said through the door, voice hoarse. "Should I answer?"

"Please don't!" Callie said before she could really consider the outcome of her words. She just didn't want Aiken to be a victim of Davison's nasty, cruel, mouth. Davison was her issue to bare, Aiken was an innocent party. "He doesn't have anything to do with this."

Davison laughed, and something bumped against the door. "What, he doesn't know you're married?"

Davison's voice sounded closer, like he had taken a seat next to or in front of the door. Callie swallowed, her eyes cracking open for the first time only for them to slam shut and for her heart to leap at the sight of the darkness. "D-Do your flings know you're married?" She questioned, hoping to get him riled up enough to forget out the ringing phone.

Davison was quiet for a couple of seconds before he huffed. "Nice try, Cals," he said. "He's been calling for awhile now, he must be worried." Callie held her breath. "Hello?" Callie let out a shaky breath. "Callie is currently busy... I am her husband, can I ask for the reason you're calling her so late?" His tone could barely contain the rage. "I'll worry about my wife's well being! No! I said she's busy!" He was yelling now. "Look, don't call my wife anymore. Get her out of your head. Don't think about her because you're never going to see her again! She is my wife and if I ever see you around her or see your name in her phone again, I will ruin you!"

A second later she heard a noise she knew was her phone shattering against the wall.

Callie eyes squeezed shut tighter as tears slipped through and raced down her cheeks. "Why do you even care!" She found herself screaming. She didn't want to lose Aiken. Davison might have made her lose Aiken.

"You're my wife," he answered though she hadn't expected him too.

"N-No I'm not, not really!" She said bravely.

"You are," he argued back, "and you will not abandon that duty!"

She was done. She no longer wanted to talk to him. She wished herself out of the darkness, so she could run far away. She didn't have to think about it anymore.

(BP)

She didn't sleep, just sort of slipped into a state where she lost track of time, because before she knew it the door to her prison was being wrenched open. The hall light was on and bright, torture to eyes that had remained closed for so long.

She knew it hadn't been very long, twelve hours to a day. She was a little confused, she thought she was in for a long haul and had attempted to mentally prepare herself for it.

"Do I need to help you up or can you manage?" Davison snapped at her when she didn't get up right away. Callie blinked a few times, trying to get her sight back in order. She had been sitting in the same spot for hours, so she struggled a little to get back onto her feet with the help of the door. Davison just stood back watching.

When she was finally standing, she didn't even want to look at him, afraid he would see the plan to escape in her eyes. "I'm up..." She said after awhile of them just standing there. His body blocking her from really going anywhere.

"Follow me," he said tensely. Callie eyed the direction of her bedroom longingly but followed after the man as they headed towards the living room. The condo smelled of alcohol, but Davison seemed sober. Callie grew confused and concerned when they didn't stop at the kitchen where she assumed they were going and instead headed towards the front door. "Pick up your bag."

Callie frowned at the duffle bag at her feet before looking back up at Davison who was looking away and working his jaw. "Where are we going?" She asked her confusion creating a sort of nervous timorous. She didn't know what to expect.

"Pick up the f*****g bag, Callie!" He shouted with clear frustration.

She flinched and stumbled backwards a step before bending and picking up the bag. She winced at the added pressure to her bruised, slightly swollen wrist. She stared at the wrist and swallowed before looking up, catching Davison's eyes also on the wrist.

He stared at it so long she was able to look at him, really look at him. His eyes were focused on her wrist. She felt it twitch, from pain or the focus it was getting from Davison, she didn't know. His gaze didn't even flicker when she switched the bag to her other hand. He took in a deep breath and the expression on his face was so much like her mom's, she sucked in a breath of her own.

This brought his attention to her face and he seemed to snap out of it. "Can you..."

"Come on," he cut her off and headed towards the door and opened it, "come on."

Callie looked down at her bare feet and torn camisole that was literally hanging off her. "Can I get some shoes?"

"Come on!" He snapped again.

She didn't realize it was night time until he stopped to shut the door and she caught a glimpse of the windows in the condo. Callie didn't say a word as they headed towards the elevator, Davison seemed a little off and she didn't want to poke him at all in that moment.

They boarded the elevator and he hit the button for the parking garage, but it stopped before they could reach it and a man boarded and smiled at them, his gaze lingering on Callie, reminding her of her state of dress.

She hugged her duffle bag to her, trying to cover up.

"I live just below you guys, I think." The man said in a conversating tone, eyes seeming to always find Callie again. "Wild, s*x?" He smirked.

Callie's eyes widened at the audacity of the man, also at the fact that he was confusing what was going on between them as s*x.

"That's none of your damn business!" Davison gritted out. "I also suggest keeping your f*****g eyes in front of you if you like being able to see out of them!" He took a step closer to the man, his whole body seemed to shaking with the need to do something. To hurt someone.

Callie closed her eyes briefly, hoping no fight broke out while they were on this elevator. She didn't find the idea of her being stuck in the middle as comforting.

Though the man seemed to get it and held up his hands in surrender, a nervous little smile on his face. "No...no...man, we're good, here. I just thought... I see you with a lot of women and..."

"Just stop talking," Davison spat. "And keep your eyes off my wife!"

The elevator dinged as they reached the parking garage. The man quickly made his exit without even a glance back. She watched him go, feeling oddly better about herself knowing she wasn't the only one afraid of Davison.

"Put this on," her gaze blinked up to find Davison holding out his jacket to her. It was her first time noticing he had changed out of his suit and now wore sweats and just a white shirt now. He waved it at her when she was slow to take it.

The elevator doors closed as she dropped the duffle bag and took his jacket, wanting to cover up. She quickly slid it over her shoulders before picking up the bag and looking back up at Davison expectantly.

He sneered at her before reaching out and grabbing the ends of the jacket and zipping it up. He then pressed the elevator doors back open and they exited.

(BP)

They drove for hours. He never said where they were going and whenever she would try to ask he would shut her down by either turning the music up or just giving her a simmering look. Her imagination began to run wild. Where was he taking her? What was he going to do to her?

Her mind drifted to Aiken a few times oddly enough. She wondered what he was thinking now.

Soon, they came upon a large house, after exiting a main road and driving along a winding off road for a while. It was large and classic looking, with a bright green yard a dented, but neat shed off to the side. They pulled up and parked right outside the front door and Davison turned he car off before reaching for his phone and punching in numbers there.

"Is everything set up?" He asked the person on the other end without a greeting. "Good." He hung up. "Get out," he ordered before exiting the car himself. Callie hesitated before stepping from the car, grabbing the duffle bag as she went. "Keep up!" He barked out another order.

Instead of heading towards the house they seemed to head in the opposite direction. Callie glanced back at the home over her shoulder in confusion. "Is that house yours?" It wasn't the most pressing question on her mind, but it was the only one she thought of asking which wouldn't mean her repeating herself.

"Yes," he answered to her surprise.

They continued with silence as their companion. Callie didn't mention the fact that she was barefoot at first, she simply didn't think he would care. But after a while, the terrain went from lush grass to leaf covered to sticks, rocks, and other things that hurt. She had no idea why she was even still following him into the woods, maybe it being her knowing he would simply drag her if she didn't come willingly and she thought that would hurt her feet more.

He seemed to notice she wasn't keeping up and shot her a scathing look over his shoulder. His silence was unnerving her.

"Its hurting my feet." She blurted her own frustration clear. "I...I can't do it. Where are we going anyway?"

His eyes flickered to her feet and he frowned as if he had forgotten she was barefoot. "s**t," she heard him curse. He looked over her shoulder. "We've come too far to go back now." He took a step towards her and before she could say a thing, he was kicking off his sneakers, leaving him in gray socks. "Put them on, we don't have all day." He nodded towards the sky.

Callie looked down at the fancy running shoes, that were now caked in mud and dust, but were obviously new. She looked back up at Davison in confusion and shock. "What are you going to do?" She stammered.

"I think that's obvious." He said dryly. When she just stared at him he sighed. "I'm use to, I'll be fine." Callie still wasn't sure.

"B-"

He gave her a weird look that shut her up. It was oddly suspicious and studying, like she was a spider and he was trying to figure out if she was poisonous or not.

Licking her lips nervously, she slipped on the shoes and didn't turn to look at him. He started to walk again and she followed, the large shoes flopping around on her feet.

They reached their destination when it was nearly sundown. Callie couldn't help but stare at the slanted shack sitting in the middle of a bunch of trees in bewilderment. It seemed as if a good breeze could blow the thing down.

They headed towards the front door? It was more like a rickety piece of wood that didn't even reach the ground. Davison pushed it open and Callie hesitated before following him inside. It was completely dark , making her insides lurch. She jumped when she felt something, cold and hard wrap around her ankle.

"What is this, Davison?" A lantern was lit somewhere near her head, illuminating the area. Showing her the tiny area with the thin mat on the floor and the hook bolted into a slab of concrete which connected a chain to her ankle. "Davison!"

"I offered for her to come live with me." He said, completely losing her. He wouldn't even look at her. "When she told me how she was being treated, I offered her a place to go and she refused because of you. I'm not going to allow you to get away with that." He finally looked at her. "I'll be back. Don't try escaping, the chain is pure steal and I know you wouldn't be able to find your way out of these woods. Its very dangerous. Full of wild animals and hunters who may mistake you for a wild animal."

His tone was calm, too calm for the circumstances.

"Davison!" She shouted as he started for the door, but he didn't stop. "You cannot do this! Davison!" She tried to follow him to the door but the chain wouldn't allow her to step more than two feet from it. "Davison!"