Back Together?- A Different Time Means Different Circumstances

Chapter Four- Is it Weird That I Still Want to Help You?

Callie's POV
I know that Arizona and I aren't together anymore, but something about her just doesn't seem right. I hope it's not me, I don't think it is. She acts weird all of the time, except when she's with Sofia. She refused to drop her pants when I just wanted to fix her leg yesterday. She seemed scared when I asked her too as well. She didn't even seem to understand that I just wanted to look at her leg. It was the next day, and I woke up to the sound of pans clanging together in the kitchen. I should probably go check that Arizona isn't burning anything because she's pretty bad in the kitchen.

"Morning Arizona" I say groggily walking down the stairs and yawning.

"Morning Calliope" she says with a super magic smile in a happy whisper tone. Sofia was right there so she had to be happy, but I saw through her. Her happy smile was there, but the happy eyes that always went along with it weren't.

She takes my breath away. Every single time that I see her, she takes my breath away. She is stunningly gorgeous, and the sweetest person I know. She cheated, but she also had lost a leg and I should've probably been a little bit more supportive after she was physically recovered. I know we aren't together, but I just need to know what happened. I still love her most, and she's not okay.

"I'm making Sofia and I some breakfast, pancakes. Do you want some?" She asked maintaining her super smile.

"Y- yes, thanks" I stuttered. I was trying not to look her up and down, but clearly I was. It was so wrong especially because I know she's not okay, but she's just so perfect that I can't help myself. Everything about her is just perfect. Maybe this would be my opportunity to get her back, but I don't know if she feels the same way.

We ate our pancakes and then I told Sofia to go watch TV. I basically ordered Arizona upstairs, and tried to put my hand on her back up the stairs as a kind gesture, but she quickly moved away and momentarily glared at me fearfully.

I guided her to my bedroom to talk. "Is everything okay?" I asked boldly.

"What do you mean?" She inquired, ignoring my question.

"Well you just seem a little off, if it's me, one of us can go somewhere else, I'm sure Sofia will understand." I stated.

"No, no, it's not you Calliope, it's just.... Something else." She whispered. She was slowly rubbing her wrist, and she she did, her sleeve moved. I noticed a cut.

I was going to tell Arizona that we could do whatever we needed to make her comfortable when I saw the cut. "What is that?" I questioned boldly. She looked scared and a little shocked.

"Arizona, show my your wrists!" I demanded. She looked away from me, and eventually I grabbed her arms.

She pulled away "stop Callie, stop!!" She yelled as loudly as possible without disturbing Sofia. It was too late, I saw a few scars, and a healing cut on her wrist. I sat on the bed staring to my ex wife's arms. In shock. How could such a bright and happy person change and become dark so quickly. While watching my reaction, she started to sob.

"I swear she made me do it Callie, I didn't want to, I didn't, I promise!" She cried.

Eventually I got her to sit up from crying on my shoulder. I asked her who made her, but she refused, shaking her head no violently. I made her look at me before I questioned her.

"Well then who was it?" I asked. No response, so I started calling out names. She acted weird at Lauren.

"It was Lauren Boswell, wasn't it?" I asked. No reply, that means it was.
"What exactly did she do to you?"I asked.

Arizona didn't respond. "Arizona, tell me right now!" I said in a threatening tone, spooking her. She looked at me with fear.

"It's fine Callie, I'm fine." She lied, clearly afraid of something. Seemingly, telling me the truth.

"Arizona just tell me, nothing bad can come of it." I said giving her a soft and kind touch on the arm.

"Callie.... Just leave it, it's nothing." She said, lying again.

" It's not nothing Arizona, I can tell. Just tell me what's going on." I begged.

"Not right now Calliope, I'm tired. Another time." She stated. I wanted to fight for the answers, but I left the room. I need to process what I just saw before I say something that I might regret. I don't want either of us to get hurt, but she needs to get better.