Changing Course ( a Brallie/Foster Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: Bruises

Callie's POV.

I stepped out of the shower very carefully. During my shower, I thought I heard glass break and shatter so I quickly put a towel around my body and opened the bathroom door. Then I pepped my head out just a little bit but then I heard the T.V. Luke must have been watching some action show and put it on to high. I then went back into the bathroom and continued to brush my teeth,my face, and slip into black shorts and a red,white polkadot shirt. At 5:00 in the afternoon I don't know if I was going out or staying in. I walk out into the living room and not aware where I am going. A sudden and shocking pain goes through my foot. I look down and find my foot trickle with a blood. Underneath my foot appears to be broken grass shreds. I start to view the floor and my surroundings. Glass is scattered across the floor.

"What are you wearing?", Luke asks me from the kitchen across me with a disgust.

"What?", I squeak in shock.

"You are such a whore. Not to mention how fat you are.",he says getting closer and closer to me.

I look at him in shock. He starts to get closer and an Inch away from my face. Alcohol. He was so close I could smell is breath reek of alcohol.

"Luke, you're drunk", I tell him.

"No. I am not!", He shouts.

Without out realizing it, Luke throws me into the wall. I land on the floor in the corner ,that is covered by the shattered beer glass. I let out whimpers of pain. My eyes are shut but when I open them I see Luke start to walk toward me. He then brings his right leg back and makes contact with my stomach,arms,legs,face, and my whole body in general.

"SLUT.WHORE.FAT,UGLY.", he says between every kick.

I start to cry and beg him to stop.

"L-Luke stop. Please!"

After what seems forever he stops and walks to the kitchen. While he starts to search through the drawers of the kitchen, I pull my phone out of my back pocket. I try call Stef or Lena but Luke starts to shout causing me to shake.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He yells.

I shake,press a random number, and put my phone back. He comes back and picks me up by my hair. I yelp and gasped for air. He then starts punching,slapping, and hitting my face.

I lay on the floor in a ball trying to hold back my tears but fail. Luke, is in the kitchen putting a chain around my fridge and a lock on it because "I'm too fat". He then soon leaves while I lay there sobbing. After a few minutes I decide to get up and go to the bathroom. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Because of Luke I was left with a bruised on my face,arms,wrists,waist, and legs. Plus, bleeding from my busted lip,legs,face,arms, and fingers. Then I remember that I called someone. I check my phone to see my recent calls...Brandon.I sigh and hope that he didn't not answered or that he thought it was a butt dial. Looking myself in the mirror, I grab the alcohol,swabs, and start to clean up my cuts and bruises.