Running into the player

Chapter 14 - Wrong Turn

"Okay Callie, you need about six stitches." He explains, causing me to crinkle my nose. "You will feel a slight twinge but it will be over soon." He grabs some tools and moves to the back of my head again. I feel a slight pulling and grip the edge of the bed, wincing slighly. As promised, it was over soon and I was walking into the reception with stitches in the back of my head. I ignored Everett and handed the lady behind the counter a piece of paper the doctor had given me and walked outside, detouring Everett's car and walking off in the other direction.

"Callie." He says, catching up to me easily and snagging my waist. I pull away from him but he grabs my hand easily.

"Can you just leave me alone?" I ask, shooting him a look.

"No, i'm taking you home." He states, pulling me to his car. I groan loudly but walk with him anyway, yanking my hand out of his and getting into his car. It took less than ten silent minutes to get home. Thank god. I waited for Everett to unlock the front door before I get out of the car and head into the house. I walk into my room and throw my handbag into onto the floor, pacing the room angrily. I feel the tears fall out of my eyes and land on the floor under my feet, I wipe them away with the back of my hand. I'm not angry with Everett, i'm angry at myself. Why should I have to walk around with stitches in my head because of what some guy did? Why do I end up in situations like this? Why me? I grab my lamp and throw it across the room, watching it crumble to pieces. Everything in this house gets thrown at a wall! I cover my face with my hands and fall to the floor on my knees, crying loudly. I don't notice anyone's presence until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up through teary spilled eyes and find Everett. He's done nothing but help me, so why do I feel like I want to kill him? He helps me up and I stand in front of him, crying and completely vulnerable.

"What's wrong?" He asks, rubbing my arm to help soothe me.

"What's wrong?" I snap, brushing off his hand. "What's wrong is that I have just been into hospital and had six stitches in my head because some fucking losers decided they wanted me! And when I didn't want to do what they did they thought it was okay to hurt me!" I yell, rage controlling my every move.

"It's not right." He answers, looking at me worriedly.

"No, it's not! But they get away with it cause they're men!" I shove him in the chest, causing him to take a few steps back.

"Callie, wha--" I slap him across the face.

"Twice this has happened to me! I didn't do one thing to lead them on today! So why do they get the right to do this? To hurt me?" I cry, stepping towards Everett, making him back into the living room. He watches me warily, moving slowly around the couch so he is on one side and i'm on the other. I walk around the couch and stop a few feet in front of him, breathing heavily with rage. I jump at him and wrap my arms around his neck, crying onto his chest. He puts his hands on my waist and holds me close. I can't believe I just did that!

"I'm s-so s-sorry." I stutter into his chest, too afraid to look up at him.

"It's okay." He reassures me. I pull away from his chest and look at his flexing arm, trying not to look up at his face. Or drool over his biceps. I plant a kiss on his arm and trail my lips up to his neck, his hands move to my ass, slipping them into my jean pockets. I move my lips to his earlobe and nibble on it gently, hearing him moan in my ear.

"Callie." He murmurs, making me shiver. I kiss my way along his jaw and stop right at the corner of his mouth, smiling to myself at how this teasing thing is paying off. I brush my lips lightly along his, causing his lips to part under mine. I hear a low growl in the back of his throat and he kisses my lips back with force, slamming me into the kitchen counter. I twist my hand in his hair, pulling him into me as he moves his hands out of my jean pockets. His hands go to the small of my back and he crashes his hips against mine, causing me to moan against his lips. I move my hands to his chest and slowly start unbuttoning his shirt, quickly pulling it off. I run my fingertips along his chest, getting pleasure in feeling him shiver. His hands fist the back of my jumper and he gently tugs it up over my back, leaving me in my bright blue bra. One of his hands goes to my bare waist and another comes to my front and cups one of my boobs, I pull away from his lips and he moves to my neck. Don't give in Callie! I arch my back and extend my neck for him to continue kissing. But it feels so good! I grip one of his biceps and he moves his hands to my legs, lifting me on top of the counter. I wrap my legs around him and he moves closer, my boobs basically in his face. His hand runs along my bare back and he stops on my bra strap, I tense under his touch. He feels it too and steps away from me, holding his hands behind his back. I try to slow my breathing and not look at him. Failing at both. I look into his hungry eyes and my stomach lights up with butterflies. We were so close. I scoot off the counter and grab my jumper, holding it in a failed attempt to cover myself.

"Apology accepted." Everett says, smirking at me. I smile at him and shake my head, standing with my back against the counter.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I question, feeling my cheeks flush red as I look at his bare chest.

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?" He says, causing me to laugh.

"Really? Get to work." I say, pulling my jumper on over my head.

"Can I get a goodbye kiss?" He asks, moving closer to me. I smile and put one of my hands on his cheek. I lean close to him and just before my lips brush his I kiss him on the cheek and pull away. "You tease." He complains, gripping the sleeves of my jumper to hold me back. I bite my lip, watching his eyes narrow as he looks at my lips.

"Goodbye." I pull my sleeves out of his grip and push past him, trying to ignore the feeling of him brushing his hand over my stomach as I pass.

"See you later." He says before wolf whistling. I shake my head and walk into my room, sitting on my bed. After a few minutes I hear the front door close, leaving me alone. I try to ring Bree again but she wont answer. What is going on? Maybe being alone isn't such a bad thing. Just me and my thoughts. Okay, maybe it's a little bit bad. I settle on watching movies for the for the rest of the afternoon, a disney themed movie marathon sounds good to me. With a large bucket of popcorn on one side of the couch and a whole stack of disney movies on the other I think it's fair to say i've found peace at last. Well, until Everett gets home.

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