Set You Free (2/?)
Title: Set You Free
Author: celticshocker
Disclaimers: Still not my toys, but they sure are fun to play with.
Hi readers! Thanks for your great reception and reviews. I went ahead and extended it, the story wanted to be told and y'all wanted to read it. I hope you enjoy it and please leave me your reviews.
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Oh oh oh, there's a place that I know
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away?
Dark Side by Kelli Clarkson
"What do I say to her, I mean...wha-what was she thinking?" Callie felt numb, her hands gripped the push bar on the glass door leading outside. She could no longer see the red lights coming from Alex's car as it left the parking lot and drove down the street.
Bailey suddenly felt uncomfortable and shifted from foot to foot. She had known Callie longer, but she knew both of them pretty well and cared about both of them and not just as a couple.
"I - I don't know. You need to talk to her."
Callie felt anger form a small ball in her stomach, making her sick and frustrated. She smacked the door handle and turned to her friend.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this? She gave me an out? I mean really!? I'm not the bad guy here!" Tears overflowed as she tried not to scream at her friend, but she felt so angry and confused.
Bailey regarded her for a moment and sighed. She never liked getting in the middle of people's personal problems, but Callie and Arizona held a special place in her heart.
"Neither is she, Callie. She did something bad, horrible, but she's....lost. She's changed and maybe you don't want to accept that," she took a couple of steps toward Callie and looked her in the eyes. "She thinks you wanted out, so you need to figure out of if you do."
Callie wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked down at the carpeted floor, her mind swirling. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke.
"What if she's right? What if I wanted out, to walk away and pretend this never happened? God, who hasn't thought that when things are horrible and tough and just...overwhelming?"
Bailey swallowed hard as she stamped down her own heartache for both of her friends.
"Then, if you want out, you walk away now. If you still love her... You need to decide if you want to fight for your marriage or end it now."
"Why is it up to me!? I'm just so freakin' tired and I just want my wife back!"
Callie covered her face, her shoulders shaking as her emotions overwhelmed her and she broke down.
The shorter woman walked up to Callie and rubbed a hand up and down her back. She didn't know what to say. Arizona wasn't the same bubbly blonde she used to be. When Bailey first met her, she was zipping through the hospital's halls on her heelies. She had changed, hardened. Her super-magic smile, as Callie had called it, was rare now. The plane crash and amputation changed her.
"You have to decide, Callie. Do you love her enough to fight or is it time to walk away?"
Bailey gave her one last gentle pat on the back and walked back to the party, leaving Callie to contemplate her words. This was something that no one could help the Latina decide, she had to look deep within herself to figure out if she wanted to fight for her relationship or move on with her life. They had a child together, so they would always have a connection and they would need to learn how to get along for Sofia's sake.
Callie cried for a few moments, glad to be away from everyone while she was having her breakdown. She finally took several deep breaths to calm down and found a tissue in her clutch. She gently wiped her tears away and look another deep breath to center herself. Her mind was still swirling with this new information.
Her thoughts were nebulous at best as they would try to form and evaporate before she could truly contemplate them. She needed to take the time and think about everything, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to spend some time forgetting about everything and concentrate on the fundraiser. She could concentrate on her future tomorrow and begin to try and figure out whether it would be with or without Arizona.
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The alarm blared at 6:00 a.m., just like it did every morning during the work week. Arizona gradually woke up to the annoying sound and reached over to shut it off. She slowly opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock when it failed to be silenced as she pushed the snooze button. She stabbed the button again and it still blared loudly. In a burst of red hot anger, she got picked up the clock and flung it off the nightstand, toward one of the dressers. She heard the clock slam into the piece of furniture and the alarm was finally silenced.
She maneuvered her way from the bed and into the bathroom by using her crutches. After making use of the toilet, she turned on the water in the shower and carefully transferred herself onto her shower chair. She let the hot water cascade over her head and body as she tried to fight the hangover. She hadn't had a hangover in years, but now one was making her regret the scotch she choose to drink at the fundraiser. She tried to remember her morning schedule, but her headache was pounding and she had trouble concentrating on the mental task. Sighing, she lowered her head and let the water beat down on her shoulders and back.
Arizona finished with her shower and made her way back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She contemplated the alarm clock laying on the floor with only slight regret. It had felt good to lash out in that one moment, something she hadn't allowed herself to do very often during the past year. She felt as if she was always walking on eggshells and suppressing her desire to be angry or be sad because she didn't want it to be "all about the leg."
She blinked and tried to refocus on getting ready for work, but that's when she noticed it. That's when she felt it. The silence in the apartment felt so heavy, surrounding her like a smothering blanket. It permeated every corner of the apartment and she felt her soul sink at the nothingness in the rooms around her.
An apartment in which a child lived was never silent. Even when Sofia was sleeping, the quietness in the apartment was warm and comforting. The apartment was alive with Sofia and Callie living there. Now it was just...silent.
Author: celticshocker
Disclaimers: Still not my toys, but they sure are fun to play with.
Hi readers! Thanks for your great reception and reviews. I went ahead and extended it, the story wanted to be told and y'all wanted to read it. I hope you enjoy it and please leave me your reviews.
________________________________________________________________________________
Oh oh oh, there's a place that I know
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away?
Dark Side by Kelli Clarkson
"What do I say to her, I mean...wha-what was she thinking?" Callie felt numb, her hands gripped the push bar on the glass door leading outside. She could no longer see the red lights coming from Alex's car as it left the parking lot and drove down the street.
Bailey suddenly felt uncomfortable and shifted from foot to foot. She had known Callie longer, but she knew both of them pretty well and cared about both of them and not just as a couple.
"I - I don't know. You need to talk to her."
Callie felt anger form a small ball in her stomach, making her sick and frustrated. She smacked the door handle and turned to her friend.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this? She gave me an out? I mean really!? I'm not the bad guy here!" Tears overflowed as she tried not to scream at her friend, but she felt so angry and confused.
Bailey regarded her for a moment and sighed. She never liked getting in the middle of people's personal problems, but Callie and Arizona held a special place in her heart.
"Neither is she, Callie. She did something bad, horrible, but she's....lost. She's changed and maybe you don't want to accept that," she took a couple of steps toward Callie and looked her in the eyes. "She thinks you wanted out, so you need to figure out of if you do."
Callie wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked down at the carpeted floor, her mind swirling. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke.
"What if she's right? What if I wanted out, to walk away and pretend this never happened? God, who hasn't thought that when things are horrible and tough and just...overwhelming?"
Bailey swallowed hard as she stamped down her own heartache for both of her friends.
"Then, if you want out, you walk away now. If you still love her... You need to decide if you want to fight for your marriage or end it now."
"Why is it up to me!? I'm just so freakin' tired and I just want my wife back!"
Callie covered her face, her shoulders shaking as her emotions overwhelmed her and she broke down.
The shorter woman walked up to Callie and rubbed a hand up and down her back. She didn't know what to say. Arizona wasn't the same bubbly blonde she used to be. When Bailey first met her, she was zipping through the hospital's halls on her heelies. She had changed, hardened. Her super-magic smile, as Callie had called it, was rare now. The plane crash and amputation changed her.
"You have to decide, Callie. Do you love her enough to fight or is it time to walk away?"
Bailey gave her one last gentle pat on the back and walked back to the party, leaving Callie to contemplate her words. This was something that no one could help the Latina decide, she had to look deep within herself to figure out if she wanted to fight for her relationship or move on with her life. They had a child together, so they would always have a connection and they would need to learn how to get along for Sofia's sake.
Callie cried for a few moments, glad to be away from everyone while she was having her breakdown. She finally took several deep breaths to calm down and found a tissue in her clutch. She gently wiped her tears away and look another deep breath to center herself. Her mind was still swirling with this new information.
Her thoughts were nebulous at best as they would try to form and evaporate before she could truly contemplate them. She needed to take the time and think about everything, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to spend some time forgetting about everything and concentrate on the fundraiser. She could concentrate on her future tomorrow and begin to try and figure out whether it would be with or without Arizona.
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The alarm blared at 6:00 a.m., just like it did every morning during the work week. Arizona gradually woke up to the annoying sound and reached over to shut it off. She slowly opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock when it failed to be silenced as she pushed the snooze button. She stabbed the button again and it still blared loudly. In a burst of red hot anger, she got picked up the clock and flung it off the nightstand, toward one of the dressers. She heard the clock slam into the piece of furniture and the alarm was finally silenced.
She maneuvered her way from the bed and into the bathroom by using her crutches. After making use of the toilet, she turned on the water in the shower and carefully transferred herself onto her shower chair. She let the hot water cascade over her head and body as she tried to fight the hangover. She hadn't had a hangover in years, but now one was making her regret the scotch she choose to drink at the fundraiser. She tried to remember her morning schedule, but her headache was pounding and she had trouble concentrating on the mental task. Sighing, she lowered her head and let the water beat down on her shoulders and back.
Arizona finished with her shower and made her way back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She contemplated the alarm clock laying on the floor with only slight regret. It had felt good to lash out in that one moment, something she hadn't allowed herself to do very often during the past year. She felt as if she was always walking on eggshells and suppressing her desire to be angry or be sad because she didn't want it to be "all about the leg."
She blinked and tried to refocus on getting ready for work, but that's when she noticed it. That's when she felt it. The silence in the apartment felt so heavy, surrounding her like a smothering blanket. It permeated every corner of the apartment and she felt her soul sink at the nothingness in the rooms around her.
An apartment in which a child lived was never silent. Even when Sofia was sleeping, the quietness in the apartment was warm and comforting. The apartment was alive with Sofia and Callie living there. Now it was just...silent.