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Callie was wiping down the counter at the diner she worked at with Daphne who came out the restroom carrying cleaning supplies. They were closing for the night and were putting down the finishing touches when Hank one of the fry cooks came out the kitchen.

"Ladies I'm almost done in the back if you want to call it a night, go take a seat outside and get some fresh air, I'll be out in a few to give you both a ride home," said Hank

"Ok thanks, Hank," said Daphne.

"Are you sure?" asked Callie nervously.

"Don't make me push you out Callie?" said Hank smiling.

Callie put her hands in the air in mock surrender then walked out with Daphne who held the door for her. Callie looked at her phone then took a picture of the night sky when Daphne spoke up.

"So you're going to do it then?" asked Daphne.

"I am, I'm going to do it tomorrow, Stef's coming with me," said Callie smiling.

"That must have been one hell of a therapist!" joked Daphne.

"I'm just glad they made me go, tomorrow I can finally let it all go," said Callie looking into the sky.

"I told Rita, she wants you to come over afterwards to talk about it," said Daphne.

"I would like that," said Callie honestly.

"Hey I'm going to see if Hank needs help, I'll be right back," said Daphne.

"I'm sure you are!" teased Callie.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Daphne with a smile.

It was a known fact at the diner that Daphne and Hank were dating but no one who worked there knew if they had been sleeping together or not but Callie knew she could tease her best friend about it as Daphne had done the same to her. Callie texted Stef that she was waiting on Daphne and Hank to finish up at the diner before she would be home. Stef texted back that it was ok and that she would see her when she got home. Callie was flipping through her pictures when she heard a noise so she stopped and listened. It wasn't very loud but it sounded like a woman asking for help. Callie got up while turning on her phone's flashlight. She walked around listening for the women when she heard it again down an alley. Callie walked down it for a bit but decided to turn around when she realized how far she was.

"Hey Callie," said a male voice.

Callie turned around only to be struck in the face by a metal pole and fell to the ground clutching her eye as something warm and wet oozed from it. Callie tried to stand but the pole was brought down hard on the base of her back 3 times then was kicked in the stomach causing her to lose her breath. She tried to reach her phone but it was kicked away and the pole came down on her hand breaking the skin. Her hand felt as if it were on fire. Callie was kicked in the face then yanked by her hair forcing her to look upward at the sky only there was a dark protrusion blocking the stars and sky. Callie felt like vomiting the more she tried to focus as it felt like everything was spinning.

"Hey bitch I hope you didn't forget me!" laughed the male voice.

"Liam! no, you're in prison" croaked Callie realizing who's voice it was.

"No thanks to you, you fucking whore now I'm here to collect what you owe," said Liam as he stuffed something into her mouth silencing her.

He pushed her face into the ground then climbed on top of her. Callie knew what was happening as everything started to go dark as she mentally fled her body. Liam pulled her pants off then just because he could he gave Callie a painful wedgie using her underwear before removing them even though he did not get the response he wanted. She felt him enter her and began to cry as she tried to think of someone she rather be with. Callie's last thought before passing out completely was I want my moms.

Author note.

"Now this idea has been rattling around in my head for a while and I found that reading fanfiction and writing as I go has been a big help since all the inspiration from work has been drained. Yes, I used to write at work I would go in early so I could sit around and do nothing.

I would like to thank Junebugsm for the help and support she has provided. Check out her stuff she's really good.