A/N- This is my first Fosters story. It starts when Callie tells moms about Liam. Its mostly hurt Callie and comforting moms. I just really like the potential of their dynamic. It's not entirely going to follow the story but there are some parts that are the same. Please let me know what you think, if you don't like it then i won't keep going, if you do i will update. Please don't be too mean with your comments but i do respect your thoughts so please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy.

As always- I don't own The Fosters, all i own is this glass of wine.

Callie POV

I can't believe I just told moms about Liam. It was harder than telling Brandon, the words stuck in my throat drying my mouth to the level of a desert. Seriously is there no moisture left in this air? Brandon left the conversation when moms started asking questions. He obviously either didn't care anymore or now, and the more logical to me, he finds me just as disgusting as I find myself.

There were tears from everyone around the room. I didn't realize it right away as I could barely see though the mist in my eyes, but as I willed them to dry I could see the tear stained cheeks of the women I now consider my mothers. The story was out there, they were probably going to send me away, but at least they know about Sarah now, at least they could save her. I really just want to take a shower, a long long shower, and scratch away his hands that I feel on my body. Then, curl into bed, cover myself up and hide for the rest of my life.

"Are we done here? Please, I just want to take a shower and go to bed." I say

"I know you must be exhausted sweetie" Lena soothed. I don't know what it is, but something about her voice just always makes me want to run over to her, give her a hug, hide my face in her curls and hold on for dear life. Crap! This is only temporary, they're not my moms. I haven't even used that word out loud yet, so why is it so easy to think of it?

"Sure can bug, just one more thing first." Stef said, earning a confused glance from both me and mama. "First you need a mama sandwich!" Both moms encircled me smothering me with kisses, I couldn't help the giggles that came out. We all calmed down but no one was ready to let go just yet.

Stef POV

"Thank you for telling us. We'll help you get through this, you don't have to be alone anymore. You know this is not your fault, yes?" I asked. I would have thought the broken child in my arms didn't hear the question with the lack of response I was getting until Callie tried squirming from my grasp "You did nothing wrong my sweet Callie girl." I don't know what to say to make her understand. I thought my heart broke hearing what happened but her believing it was her fault?! What this sick bastard did was anyones fault but hers. My baby is in pain and there's nothing I can do about it.

Having finally escaped our grasp, Lena and I could both tell she shut down. Standing stoically with a detached voice Callie said "It's a school night, I'm going to bed." Callie turned, walking up the stairs she added. "Just save her before she's too broken." So quietly that we almost missed it. Almost.

Stunned silence surrounded Lena and I in the living room, we just sat there holding eachother trying to process the events of the evening. It could have been moments or minutes or hours later we heard a thud from upstairs and what sounded like glass shattering. With due haste we rushed up to the bathroom where there was now a crowd outside the locked door. The only sound breaking the family's deafening silence was the sobs from within.

Lena got Brandon to take the kids out for ice cream while we deal with this drastically deteriorating situation. Jude took a little extra encouragement to persuade him, we finally convinced him that this was a mom thing to deal with and he would be more help leaving us space so she wouldnt feel she had to protect him. Our attention came back to the door where the sobs had died down, we coud only hear some gasps and whimpers now. Lena and I locked eyes, I tried to give her an encouraging smile but it fell flat and I knocked, hoping for some acknowledgment in response.

Callies POV

I could hear a knock at the door after the sounds of my siblings voices disappeared into the distance. I almost scoffed at her knocking, like I was really going to open the door? I could barely breathe there is no way I was going to open this door right now. I know Stef said it's not my fault but was she even listening to me? Maybe they figured it out and want me out of their house right now. Some reason this increases my anxiety, I hear my blood rushing in my ears. I need to keep from passing out, I need to breathe but forgot how. My hand is killing me from punching that mirror but it felt so good. I'm sitting surrounded by its broken pieces. Reflecting all of the broken homes, broken memories, distorted reflections, shining like the tears that are falling from my face in the moons glow. The glow that mocks, as if its possible for there to be some sort of light in the darkness of this night. Go home moon, I don't deserve your light.

Finally Stefs voice, her cop voice, pulls me from my reverie. Its her victim voice, the one meant to sooth, but its cracking ever so slightly.

"Callie... Honey?... Sweets? Please say something so we know you're okay..." Silence. I want to crawl to the door but I can't move. Her voice seems so distant right now.

"I know you're hurting, that's okay, you're allowed to feel whatever you are feeling but we can help, just talk to me bug, please?" Silence. I know she's in the same spot but her voice is getting quieter or the blood rushing is getting louder. Either way I'm 99 percent certain that I'm going to die right now. Legit fall over dead, why can't I remember how to breath? Stupid mind giving up on me like everyone else.

"Okay, Callie I get that you want to be alone right now, I respect that but you can't just lock yourself in the bathroom. So unlock this door right now." Stef said trying a different approach I could hear her voice rising, as if she was going to cry again. As if she cared? No, no one cares. Hmm, the dark spots I'm seeing in my eyes can't be healthy. Maybe the cold tile will feel good, not like I have many options as I'm shaking so hard I can barely hold myself up anymore. I'm gasping but where is the oxygen, damn atmosphere leaving me too.

"If you're by the door move away, okay? I don't want to hurt you but I'm coming in." I hear the words but they don't make sense. I hear both moms gasp as the door breaks open, then all I see is the floor coming to me faster and it all goes black.