Back at One (Chapter 6)
Title: Back at One
Author(s): y0ungalaska & BrennaAimee
Rating: Ranging from PG to M
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC. We own nothing but our ideas.
Summary: "It's so incredible, the way things work themselves out and all emotional once you know what it's all about."
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Chapter 6
“What could they want? You just got home two days ago, what could honestly be wrong now?”
Callie picked up Javier’s phone and placed it to her ear quickly, already tired of hearing the designated ringtone for her father. She watched as Javi pulled the shower curtain back and wrapped a towel around himself. “Hello,” She said into the receiver.
Javi watched as Callie received a response from the other end of the line. Stepping out of the shower completely, he watched her face go from a normal expression to one of pure confusion. Callie watched Javi’s facial expression change as hers did, his confusion now mirroring that of her own.
“This is Callie, who is this?” Callie said before she heard the click on the other end of the line. Callie slowly turned around and locked eyes with Javier, seeing a look that conveyed many different emotions mixed into one: confusion, realization, and guilt. The Latina stood fastened in her confusion with so many ideas running through her head. Her father’s secretary was the first person that came to mind when she heard the female voice on the other line, but when Javier’s look of guilt washed over his face she knew.
“Javier, who was that?” She clasped the phone in her hand and stared at him waiting on an answer.
“Let me put some clothes on . . .”
“No you aren’t putting on shit; you are going to answer me.” Javi reached around Callie and grabbed his clothes putting them on quickly as Callie walked out of the bathroom. He followed her out of the bathroom and into their room.
“Callie, I don’t know who it was. You answered the phone.”
“Oh really, you don’t know who it was? Then what was that look that crossed your face when whoever it was hung up on me.”
“Callie, baby, you are over reacting. The phone must have just cut out.”
“Really? You think the phone just cut out? Let’s just take a look here. . .” Callie unlocked her husband’s phone and immediately went into the recent calls. She never bothered to go through Javi’s phone. In all honesty, she never thought she needed a reason to, until now. She knew the password, but like any good wife, she trusted him. Since she failed to look at the phone before she picked it up, she decided that was the best place to start. The information only showed a number, but the number was saved as a contact; a nameless contact. “Why is this contact saved without a name?”
“What?” Javi asked, trying to play as though he was just as confused as she was. “There must be some mistake…” he reached out for the phone, but Callie’s reflexes were quicker than his as she pulled away.
“A mistake? Javi, do you think I was born yesterday? This is no mistake.” She exited out of the call log and as she was about to close the phone, her instinct told her to go into the text messages.
“What are you doing?” He asked, reaching for the phone again but failing to grab it.
Callie, reading through the list of messages, let her shoulders drop for a moment before speaking, “I miss you?”
Javier stood with his arms now at side, hands squeezing into fists and then releasing once again. “That was to you.”
“To me?! Javier all of your texts go in groups!” Callie could feel the anger rising inside her. The fire burning through her veins was almost overwhelming. Her husband, the one man that she promised to love and to honor for the rest of her life was a liar. So many thoughts began running through her head, she could barely grab a hold of one. All of those times Javier was going away on business trips, all of those weeks spent away with her father and she had no idea whether they were real or fake. “Javier, I swear, if you don’t explain yourself right this minute, I am going to kick your sorry ass from here to your car.” Her voice was calm, but laced with pure anger.
Javier wanted to fight, wanted to argue with her, but he knew it was a lost cause. She was right. All he could do was sit on the bed and watch his wife scroll through his phone.
“I can’t wait to see you?” She read aloud as she read through the conversation, only taking the time to repeat what he had written to this mystery woman.
“I miss you? It was so good to have you in my arms this past week? So that’s where you were last week? When I wanted to be spending time with you, you were with some hoe?”
“Callie . . .” Javier looked down at his hands and began to nervously play with an imaginary thread. He had seen every version of Callie’s anger since they have been together, but this eerily calm anger? He had never seen. Every sentence that spilled from her lips was laced with venom and stung, but she was so calm. If she had not been pacing it would sound as if they were having a normal conversation. Calm before the storm, he figured as he watched her pace.
“Javier, I don’t even know what to say. I don’t understand how you can do this to me . . . to us.”
“Callie, I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Javi stood and reached out to take her arm and pull her to him. Any time Callie was angry or upset this was his way to calm her and now was no different. He loved the woman before him, he really did, but as many things in life, when you have something it’s easy to not give it the appreciation it deserves. He watched Callie lock eyes with him and this was the only time he fully regretted what he did. Every time he looked at her, made love to her, or held her he never realized the full effect of what he was doing. He never expected her to find out. He felt torn. He loved Callie, but he also loved the other woman. When he and the other woman started he had no plan on falling for her it was casual sex when he and Callie had been on the rocks one time. Callie fell into the chest of the man she loved and finally let tears run down her cheeks. Slowly, she broke. The last place she wanted to be was in Javier’s arms. She was so angry with him, but this had been her safe place for almost six years now. This was the one place she was able to break down; the one place where no one would judge her.
“Callie, I’m so . . . so sorry.” Javier wrapped his other arm around her and held on, tightening his grip. With his apology Callie just snapped. She knew when she saw the texts they were over. That was the only thing she couldn’t tolerate. All that began to run through her mind was the fact that someone else had been in her ‘safe spot’ and more than once. She began to wonder if when he held her he wished it was the other woman. These thoughts rang out to her and all she could do was jerk back and create as much distance between them as soon as possible.
“No, no you aren’t. I can’t do this. I can’t have you fucking some bitch behind my back. You obviously care about her and I won’t sit back and wonder every time you are on business if you are with someone else. You lied to me and with that you broke my trust, completely.”
“Callie, I don’t know what to do. I love you so much, you know that, but I think I might love her, too.” With that said, Callie walked out of the room and into the bathroom. Javier started to follow her, but she walked right back out so he sat back still unsure of what to do. She looked at him and walked to him and held her hand out requesting his. He put his hand in hers and she showed him out of the room gently shutting the door behind him. “I’ll be out in a minute, don’t go anywhere.” She said through the door.
Javier walked slowly down the hall, descended the stairs and plopped himself down on the couch. He wondered what she could possibly be doing upstairs. He wondered if she would forgive him because if she did, he would cut it off with the other woman. Just thinking about life without the woman he had spent the last six years with made him feel sick. He would never feel the comfort of her arms again, or the feeling he got even now when they did their morning wake up routine. He would never get to feel her lips again. Callie was the only woman that had ever seen him at his worst and yet she stuck by him. He was completely vulnerable with her and she didn’t mind. Would the other woman do that for him? He didn’t know. He didn’t think of all these things until now, when it wasn’t in his hands anymore.
He heard movement upstairs, looking toward the staircase as heard Callie coming down the stairs. He didn’t look back at her, he couldn’t face her. He just sat with his head in his hands wondering how he could have done this. He felt a weight beside him. Thinking it was Callie, he began to apologize.
“Javier, I don’t want to hear it. I hope that other woman loves you because she can have you. You risked it all to be with her, now I’m sure she’ll be happy to know that she can have it all. I want you to get out. Now. I don’t care where you stay, but you can’t stay here.” Callie walked over to the coat rack and grabbed Javi’s coat and his keys off the hook. She placed both on top of the duffle bag. “We can work everything out later, but right now, I don’t want to even have you in my presence.” Callie became silent and watched Javier contemplate what to do. She already couldn’t look at him. It hurt too much, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset after her last slip up. All she wanted was the man she loved, but she couldn’t have him. He betrayed her and she couldn’t have that. Javi wasn’t moving off the couch. “Get. Out. Now.”
At her growl, he got off the couch and grabbed his stuff. He looked back at her as he walked out of the house. He knew she was broken and he knew he was the cause of it. He wanted to break down, but he knew he had no right. Slowly, he shut the door and made the short walk to his car. Callie watched the door close and broke down right where she was standing. Her body gave out. She didn’t know what to do; cry, throw things, break things? She knew none of these would take away the pain she was feeling. As she sat on her knees on the floor she slowly let her body give out completely and cried letting it all go.
Hours later as she lay in the guest bed, not wanting to even face the room they shared; she watched movies and cuddled with her pillows. She wanted to do something, but didn’t know what to do. Finally she figured out what would make her feel better. She picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. She took a deep breath and tried to say calmly, but ended up sobbing out.
“Hey Arizona . . . can you come over?”