Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Callie Simpson sighed as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the floor length mirror in her studio apartment. Even with her long golden blonde hair and slender legs she still found flaws in her reflection. Callie was an odd girl. All of her friends thought she had so much confidence when really she had almost none at all. She put on this act of pretending like she loved herself every day to try and make it easier to get through every day. She thought if she acted like a narcissistic bitch people would never catch on to how sad she really was. She didn't want anyone to pity her so that was why she had to act every day of her life. She turned around in the mirror, looking at her tiny butt. Some guys loved Callie and her petite frame but there were some who never wanted to touch her because they were so afraid they'd break her. Then there were the guys who got turned on by her extreme thinness and liked using it to their advantage. They were the ones who pushed her around in the bedroom and weren't afraid to get really rough with her. She really didn't mind it though. Callie was weird in the fact that she actually liked pain. Sex was always rough with her. She hated soft, passionate sex. Callie was only 5'1 and 85 pounds, hence why the guys thought they would break her if they touched her. She was delicate and fragile yet beautiful at the same time. Callie was also a major slut and this was the reason why she didn't have many friends. The few friends she did have just got sick of putting up with her bullshit and ended up trading her in for new friends. She could never keep friends for very long because she usually got bored with them easily. She would much rather go out drinking by herself than with a bunch of girls who were just using her because they knew all the guys would come to her. She used to have the reputation of being a slut so that was why all the guys used to come up to her. But then she met her current boyfriend and fell in love with him almost instantly. To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night. Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was seventeen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana her mother was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much. Callie looked away from the mirror and decided she was finally ready to go. Where was she going? She was meeting her boyfriend at the bar a few blocks away from her apartment. It was so close that she didn't even have to worry about taking a cab back because she'd be too drunk to drive. Walking might be hard but she could manage it. Lord knows how many times she did that in the past. She could probably walk home with a blindfold on when she was drunk and still make it. She exited her apartment after slipping on her trademark pair of black three inch stiletto heels. Since she was so short you'd always see her wearing heels to try and add some height to her tiny frame. Her legs were barely covered in a yellow mini-dress but she knew the boys would like it. Her legs were about her only good feature since her chest was now as flat as a board. You couldn't expect a girl as thin as her to have a large chest, it was physically impossible unless you got surgery. But despite her small size Callie really did have a good face, when you looked past the sadness hidden deep in her eyes. Her cheekbones were high and defined from the lack of food and frequent cocaine usage. She walked down the street, trying to ignore all the stares she was getting. Yes, people often stared but not because they were jealous or wanted to jump her bones. She was so tiny that people had to stare at her because they couldn't believe that someone as small as her could actually be living. She finally reached the bar and entered, searching the place for her boyfriend. She was so late and he was going to be pissed, she knew it.