Thread: Taking Callie In (nothingbutporcelain and Anansi)

Callie sighed as she made her way through a long line at the airport. She didn't understand why anyone would willingly go through all of this shit. Normally she took her own private jet when she went traveling overseas but this time she decided to fly on a normal airplane and of course it was the biggest mistake ever. But then again she was pretty broke right now so she knew flying on a private jet was not an option. There was a time in her life when Callie used to be rich and get everything she wanted but that time was long over. You see, a few years ago her life had been turned upside down when her father killed her mother. At first they just thought it was a murderer, not her father but then they learned the truth. The worst thing about the whole situation was that her father had molested her and she didn't really fight him off because she thought it was his way of dealing with what happened to his wife. Later in court he ended up saying that the only reason he killed her mother was so he could be with his daughter, and not in a platonic way. It was pretty sick and now Callie blamed herself for her mother's death when it really wasn't her fault at all. Maybe she provoked her father by always wearing skimpy outfits but she didn't think he was looking. What girl worried about their father checking them out? After running a hand through her long, golden blonde hair she grabbed her heavy luggage that was crammed with practically every outfit and pair of shoes she owned and made her way through the crowded airport. She was going to some country town to stay with her aunt, uncle, and cousin but she wasn't really looking forward to it since she didn't think there was much to do here, nothing like New York City where she was coming from. Today marked the two year anniversary of her mother's death and was desperately not trying to think of her today. She didn't need to start crying in the middle of the airport. But Callie was hoping to erase her bad image here since no one knew of all her problems. Here she could pretend she was a normal girl that didn't have a terrible coke addiction. But Callie Simpson never really was good with being normal. Obviously a girl could never be normal when she was used to taking private jets everywhere she went. Even sitting in first class hadn't been good enough for her. But sometimes she felt so fake since she was no longer the rich, spoiled brat who had everything. Now she had nothing. No money, no mother, no goals or ambitions but she actually did have a job even if it wasn't a good one, she was a stripper or she used to be since she was moving. Coke and vodka were really the only reasons she was still alive which was pretty pathetic. She was being sent here by her aunt and uncle because they thought they could turn her life around and help her clean her act up. So even if Callie wanted to pretend like she had no problems here her family here knew she did. She started fishing through her over sized black Balenciaga purse for her cigarettes right after she got off the plane. There was clearly a no smoking sign everywhere in the airport but she really could care less. Traveling stressed her out and the only thing that could make her feel better were her cigs and coffee. She didn't see a Starbucks around so she was stuck with just her cigs. Her uncle was coming to pick her up. Everyone back in the city knew Callie couldn't help herself around men. It was like an addiction, her trying to seduce them all. She was never happy unless every guy in the room wanted her and only her. She wanted everyone to love her but usually they all ended up just wanting to fuck her. Of course Callie was nervous about moving to the country. The second she stepped off the plane and saw what everyone else was wearing here she knew she stuck out like a sore thumb. As she walked across the small airport to the baggage claim area she felt all eyes on her. Everyone knew she wasn't from here and that she didn't belong here. She was dying to get out of the airport and away from the prying eyes. This was odd since usually Callie thrived on attention. It kept her going but she didn't like this kind of attention. It was more fun when people couldn't stop staring because they all thought she was so hot and beautiful. Here everyone was staring at her like she was some kind of insect. They were all acting like they had never seen someone like her before. It wasn't shocking because of her long, golden blonde hair and navy blue eyes. The dress she had on was yellow and very bright. It was also short and revealed a lot of her skin. She noticed that none of the other girls in the airport were showing much skin but how was she supposed to know everyone was so conservative here? She was used to living in the city where everyone dressed however they want. No one stared at her in the city. She fit right in. She was standing over by the baggage claim area watching her huge suitcase go round and round on the conveyor belt. She'd already tried getting it off earlier and she knew she just made a bigger fool of herself by almost falling over. It was stupid of her to try. Had she honestly believed that she would be able to lift it considering the fact that it weighed more than she did? Plus her five inch stiletto heels didn't make anything easier. She'd been so embarrassed when she tugged on it and couldn't lift it. And worse no one had offered to help. It was almost like they were all too scared of her to even say one word to her. This place was messed up.