A Life Completed (Hard Time Series Book 5)

Untreated

NOTE: This story addresses unchecked and untreated mental illness and what can happen as a result of it. Callie's behavior is a result of this. This is a very  delicate matter so please be sensitive to this in your comments.  Thank you.

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"Sshhhh I don't want Miss Nosy to hear!" Callie says laughing and clearly high once again as she stumbles into Traceys apartment again with another guy.  She had been missing for over two weeks since the older girl kicked her out for she had gone off her medication but was back on and off again.

Closing the door shut behind both of them he slams her against the front door pressing his lips hard on hers as she begins to undo his pants and pulls her top off exposing her bra.

"You don't waste any fucking time huh?" He grins the smell of alcohol on his breath as Callie smiles wide, completely out of it.

"Why should I, you're fucking hot. You....You so are and I wanna fuck."

"So are you blondie.." He laughs as Callie begins to moan feeling the hornless run through her body and his hard dick pressing against her leg as she suddenly sees the light flick on.

"Callie, what the fuck?" Tracey says walking towards the two as Callie rolls her eyes pushing the guy away from her lips. "What the hell?"

"Ohh look at you!! You can join in sexy I like my woman rough." He says winking at Tracey as she glares at him walking towards the two and wanting nothing more but to knock his fucking ass out, or better yet rip his head off.

"Yeah, in your mother fucking dreams mother fucker. Get the fuck out my place."

"Tracy!! Cool it. We was just messing around." Callie says laughing as Tracey walks over to the girl staring her dead in her glassy and rather high eyes. This is so hard for her to see it really is and she wish she had changed the locks as sad as that sounds. "Since when are you such a fucking drag."

"I told you I didn't want this shit in my place Cals. I fucking told you, and you don't need to be around this. You need to be home, and on your meds."

"Your friend is a drag Cals. Hey, I thought you said your name was Renee?" He asks confused and laughing as Callie grabs his hand heading to her bedroom.  But Tracey is rather quick as she pulls their hands apart rather roughly not having it.

"Oh no you fucking don't. I say no. You get the fuck out, she's no tin any shape to be with you."

"Hey, talk to your friend Cals. Clearly she doesn't want me to get out. You're the real fucking drag little girl I mean...maybe you need to get fucked." He laughs as Tracey moves closer to him getting right in his face. Regardless of being barely five feet her personality was close to seven feet as the man backs up a bit.

"You bought to get fucked, cuz I already told your ass to leave. You don't wanna fuck wit me little boy. I been in prison, and messed with woman bigger then you, and I ain't scared. I will rip your dick off and shove it down your mother fucking throat. Don't fucking try me." She threatens as she plays with the blade in her mouth something seh only did when she was about to use it.

"You a crazy bitch!"

"You wanna try me? Try me. I fucking dare you." She moves even closer to him visually cracking her knuckles as he waves his hand.

"Crazy fucking bitch." He snickers as Callie leans against the wall completely irritated as Tracey slams the door in his face.

"OH MY GOD you are so much like HER!!!" Callie rolls her eyes as she plops on the couch rolling her eyes.

"I kicked you out for this shit Cals. I tod you I don't want this in my place. No men, no drugs, none of that. And yeah I sound like Mom so what. She fucking loves you."

"Oh give me a break! I'm finally living how I want!!!  Don't you see that?!! HUH?!! Those men want me, I'm good, I'm happy Tracey." She yells as Tracey shakes hear head feeling heartbroken. Taking a seat by her sister she grabs her hand holding it and feeling how dry it is. It is evident Callie is not taking care of herself in more ways then one for it looks as if she has not showered in weeks, and she wrecks of BO and alcohol and pot.

"Cal, I been where you are, I have but you are bipolar and..."

"OH fuck you!!! I"M NOT BIPOLAR!!!! I"M NOT!!! NOT! NOT!NOT! That's that bitch of a mother of mine putting that crazy idea in everyone's head! Including my daughters head!! Everyone thinks I'm crazy because of her!! FUCK HER. Stealing my kids well she's not stealing this one."

"What? What are you talking about?" Tracey asks confused as Callie looks to her smiling.

"MY baby! Hello Tracey. My baby inside me." Callie confesses as Tracey rubs her forehead unable to think for there was no way. No way in hell she could be pregnant. But in all honestly she is not surprised at all and she knows it's not Pete's.

"You're pregnant?"

"YES! Why do you think he was here! We were celebrating. And I came back to tell you."

"That guy is the father?"

"I guess I mean I don't know! It could be anyone's. But the point is it's mine! I'm gonna do soooo good this time.  And Lena and Stef can't steal it. This baby will love me, so so much."

"They didn't steal your kids cal. You lost them and had it not been for Moms baby Stef had ended up in foster care."

"Fuck that. I didn't loose anything. Nothing. No ones gonna steal this one." She says so sure of herself as she rubs her stomach and Tracey feels the tears form in her eyes for she remembers when they were first cellmates back in Chowchilla and how innocent and sweet Callie was. This was so hard for her, it really was and she had no idea how she was going to tell her Moms.

"What about Pete ,Callie?"

Callie can only roll her eyes at the mention of his name as she lights a smoke. "Ughhh Pete is nice, but he is such a drag. He won't let me do  anything and he's always on me. Cal did you do this, did you do that, did you see baby Stef, did you hug Andrew? Those kids hate me. Andrew screams with me Baby Stef is just ugh... But you know what, I should get them back. I should. We could all live here OR I can move out of state and make it on my own."

"Cal, we just wanna help you.  That's all."

"I know Trac and you are my sister, and I love you so, so, so, much. You can help me with the baby. Just don't tell Stef and Lena. Please. Look, I'm gonna go lay down, maybe, and we can chat! GO baby shopping tomorrow. PLEASE." She begs putting her smoke out. 

"Sure Cals." Tracey says as tears run down her cheeks for she didn't know what to do. She didn't at all but she knew she had no choice but to tell her Moms and she knew once again they would be heartbroken as well.