A/N: I finally got the inspiration for the long awaited part. This might make me lose some viewers but this is where the story was supposed to go. Read carefully and I hope you all enjoy. Please read and review. :D

Chapter 20: Ill-prepared

I stayed up in my room the rest of the day, I wasn't in the mood to deal with people and their questions and those pitiful eyes. Yes, I was raped. Yes, I was angry, But don't you for one second think what I needed was pity. I needed to get over the incident, give myself peace but all the anger and sadness wouldn't allow me. I had to see him pay for what he did.

If my mother hadn't chosen him as a boyfriend, hadn't felt the need to be with someone solely because she felt lonely, maybe she would have picked someone better. Maybe she would have picked someone who actually treated her nice and wanted kids. From the beginning he was nothing but a creep, just no one noticed how much of a creep he was until it was too late.

My anger was ill-directed, but not so much as one would think. My mother had her series of bad relationships, all of which ended badly one way or another. She had children young, twins at that. Her idea of motherhood wasn't planned at 19 and in her haste of worry she abandoned her family and raised us on her own, knowing full well just how ill-prepared she would be. Not the best choice but her actions caused this.

Her actions indirectly caused my hell.

And that's why I was so angry. I was a good kid, a good girl, and then that happened to me and all I could think was how I wouldn't be normal again. I wouldn't be able to be with a boy without thinking of what he wants, of what he could do if he really wanted. How screwed up is that?!

Danny would pay with his life.

If my mother, if she dares tries to forge another relationship with someone while her own children are hurting, she will lose her only daughter.

And I meant that with every fiber in my body.

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Dinner time came around. My mood calmed and I was finally able to come down without fear of breaking down again.

"Hey Callie."

I was at the top of the stairs when I heard my name called. It was Half-Sack.

"Hi. Where's my mom?"

He shrugged. "She's working. I was to come watch you two, again." He said leaning against the kitchen counter. "Your brother went with Juice to get some food. We all got hungry waiting for you." He grinned sheepishly and I shook my head.

"Why do they stick you with babysitting?" I asked as I entered the kitchen.

"'Cuz I'm a prospect. Still have a while to go before they will even consider patching me in. I don't mind, as long as I get them to see I'm responsible enough."

I smirked, "You must love being a Son."

"I do. It's a family. It's nice."

I grabbed a water bottle and went to the living room and sat down. I turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels. He was easy to talk to unlike some of them who had better things to do than talk to some teenage girl.

"Half-Sack?"

He came closer, "Yeah?"

"Why are you really here? Me and Caleb are big enough to watch each other."

He sighed. "I can't tell you. I was told not to tell you."

He didn't have to tell me. I already knew why. They were worried what would happen if we were alone. Danny could easily overpower us both and harm us. Protection was crucial but my only problem was my mother not being here to comfort me. After all, I had been up in the room all day but not once did she come in to ask how I was doing. Did she not care? I was in constant pain but she decided today to not be home with us. Yeah, what a mother.

20 minutes later Juice and Caleb arrived with food from a small restaurant. Caleb and I weren't speaking. I don't know if it was due to how he blurted what wasn't his busy or because he too knew Danny was here and deep down he was afraid.

How did I never realize Danny beat him? How could I have not seen? Was I so deep in my own depression to not see my brother in pain every day? Was I a bad sister? I could have protected him. If I had known. But I guess that's exactly what he's thinking about me. He couldn't have done anything. What Danny did left a scar so deep in my soul it, can I ever heal? I would forever feel insecure and afraid. Would I ever be able to say "Yes I was raped." without feeling the negative?

Only time will tell.

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That had been a quiet dinner, and an even quieter night. Juice and Half-Sack were still at the house, I assumed waiting for my mother to get home until they left. I didn't mind, it was always nice feeling safe with people watching out.

I went up to my room, ready to relax and lay down.

A knock on my door surprised me.

"Callie? Can I come in Callie?" His soft voice made me worry.

"Yeah." I answered loud enough sitting up on my bed.

Caleb slowly opened the door and came in, making sure to close the door behind him. He looked so down and unhappy. "Are you okay?"

His shoulders slumped as he shook his head. "No-." He choked up right then and there and I realized just how broken he was. I shot up from my bed fast and walked over to him. He fell into me and I could feel him crying as I could hear his sobs.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly as I started to cry. He sobbed into me, showing me he was just a scared little boy as much as I was a scared little girl. What Danny did to him was as bad as me. Danny broke him from the outside in, made him feel weak and defenseless and the fact that I was hurt didn't help his already sensitive mind.

"I'm so sorry Callie! I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything to help you! Please don't hate me, please." By the end of the only coherent sentence I could understand he was rambling and sobbing and all I could do in comfort was hold him.

I pulled him to the bed and sat with him, holding him close as I tried to soothed him. "I don't hate you Caleb. I could never hate you. You did nothing wrong. What happened was your fault. I'm sorry I never noticed. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. We both know now. We are going to get through this. I promise."

He nodded in my arms as he continued to cry.

Only when we finally decide to let ourselves be 'weak' do we become strong.

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Eventually we ended up asleep on my bed, neither in the position we started in. I awake suddenly to the sound of yelling. Caleb was still passed out, most likely from his lack of sleep. I moved as slow as I could so I wouldn't wake him and covered him up. I wanted to find out what was wrong.

I peeked out into the hallway and I could hear the yelling coming from downstairs perfectly.

"You couldn't just stay home for a day with your own damn kids?! You couldn't just do that for them?!" The voice yelling was Gemma, and I was surprised to hear her scolding my own mother. Good riddance.

"I needed to go out and think! How else would I deal with what happened?!" My mom yelled back, her defense weak because she knew just how wrong she was.

"I didn't matter! They needed you. For God's sake, your daughter was raped because of your own stupidity!"

I walked closer to the top of the stairs. From the side view I could see Gemma, Jax, and Happy standing around and part of my mother.

"How dare you blame me! I didn't tell him to rape her! I didn't sit there and watch!"

Gemma snickered, "You might as well have. You're so blinded by the need to have a man in the house you let your own children get attacked! And then I find out instead of going to work you went to the bar and got drunk with some stranger. If Happy hadn't been on watch I don't know what would have happened."

I was appalled. Instead of working, she went and got drunk? She didn't even want to be here to comfort us? She couldn't handle the fact that nothing happened to her while everything happened to us?

I quickly walked down the steps, fuming inside.

"You got drunk with some man! You were gonna bring him home weren't you!"

My mother glanced at me, angry, and said "My personal life is no concern for any one you! I can sleep with who I want."

"I told you I was raped! I told you what happened to me and you thought bringing home some guy would be the best idea?! What if he came into my room in the middle of the night? Or Caleb's? Did you ever think about that? Huh! You selfish Bitch!"

I couldn't stop the rant. I couldn't stop the anger. I couldn't believe how cold my mother was being. How could she be so ignorant? Did she really need her bed warmed so bad that on the one night we needed her she would try to bring home some man?

My mother stormed towards me and I mentally prepared myself for the hit. I even flinched when I saw her hand go up in the air. Only a few seconds past and nothing happened. I open my eyes to see Happy standing beside my mother.

He had grasped her hand before she could strike me. I could see how tight he was holding her to so she would know he was serious.

In a raspy harsh tone he said the next thing that would tear apart my family.

"Jaz I don't fucking care what you do but you put the safety of our children first."

And just like that, my whole sense of normalcy crippled to a pulp.