TIMELINE: Up to 'The Honeymoon'

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-PROLOGUE-

It was early morning and Callie was preparing to leave the motel room where she and Wyatt had stayed the night before. Wyatt had left to fill up the car with gas before they headed out but Callie had the uneasy feeling something was up. He'd already taken too long. She went to the window and looked out, hoping to see what was up and saw him talking to Stef and Lena. Oh Wyatt, she thought, sighing. Why did you have to do that? Now she would have to go off on her own, which was something she didn't want to do, but she couldn't go back.

Callie gathered what she could and stuffed it in her backpack, knowing they were likely to come in any second. She knew she wouldn't have time to get everything. Callie opened the door to her room and peered out through the crack. Stef and Lena were still talking to Wyatt near the stairs so she realized she wouldn't be able to go that way. Thankfully there was another way to get down. She left the room and turned right, walking quickly in the opposite direction to the other set of stairs. As she descended, she heard footsteps above her and knew it would only be a matter of seconds before Wyatt, Stef and Lena knew she was gone.

She heard her name being called as she hid behind a truck, then quickly got in front, planning to ask the driver for a ride, but the truck was empty. Damn, she thought. She looked up to see another truck in front of her and a man got in. She quickly looks above her to the room she had been in and saw Stef running down the stairs along with Lena and Wyatt.

"Callie!" Stef yelled.

As they turned around, away from her hiding place, calling her name again, Callie ran to the other truck. For just a second she stopped to take a glance at Wyatt and in that second, Wyatt turned and saw her.

"Callie!"

Shit! She knew she shouldn't have stopped, but she had had to. She didn't know if she would ever see Wyatt again and she just needed to see him one last time. Callie turned away and ran to the truck in front of her, hoping to stop the driver pulling out. She knew she probably wouldn't make it, getting away from them, but she needed to try. She didn't want to go back. She wanted to be on her own, with no one tell her what she could or couldn't do.

Her name was called once again and she heard footsteps right behind her. Just as she was about to get into the truck, she felt a hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her out. She turned and came face to face with Stef. Right behind her was Lena and Wyatt.

"Where do you think you are going?" Stef asked.