This is an alternate ending to The Fosters Summer finale. I do not own The Fosters or any of the characters.
Chapter 1.
Callie crept out of bed, careful not to wake Mariana. She had worn her clothes to bed, so all she had to do was slip on her shoes and grab her backpack. It was already packed. Her plan was to take off with Wyatt, and start a new life where her past couldn't find her. She couldn't believe she has leaving this beautiful house, which had become her safe haven. No one would ever have reason to call her selfish again. Leaving her new home was selflessness incarnate. But it was going to be so hard to say goodbye.
She silently walked into the hall. First she peeked into Jesus and Jude's room. Both boys were tucked into bed, sound asleep. Jude looked so sweet. Callie longed to go to him, kiss his forehead and sing to him, like she always had. When she was younger, she used to pretend Jude was her little boy, and she, his mother. It killed her to know that he was so angry with her.
I'm doing the right thing , she told herself. She couldn't risk Jude having a safe and loving home. He deserved it, especially after seeing him get beaten so many times in their last foster home. But she couldn't trust herself to stay away from Brandon. The only way to give Jude a shot at a future was for her to leave.
Next, she peeked in at Stef and Lena. Stef stirred a bit in her sleep. Mommy, Callie mouthed into the dark. Part of her wished Stef would awake and make her stay. She waved goodbye to her foster moms, then silently shut their door.
Lastly, she looked in at Brandon. He too was sleeping. He looked so gorgeous. Callie thought of their kiss. She shouldn't have done it. she should have just stuck to daydreaming about Brandon, instead of acting on her feelings. But she did love him. And she knew he loved her. What's done was done, anyway. He'd make a great big brother to Jude. She blew Brandon a kiss, then shut his door. It was really time to go. If you love something, set it free. She loved her family, and knew they must be free from her to be happy. However, part of her secretly hoped her family would come looking for her.
She went out the front door, shouldering her bag, but barely made it down the front walk, when someone stepped out from the shadows, and wrapped his arms around her, covering her mouth. Disoriented, Callie at first thought it was Brandon, trying to keep her from leaving. She turned the little bit her captor allowed, and screamed into his hand. It was Liam. He'd come after her.
"So, Cal. Running away?" He laughed. "I've been watching you, waiting for my chance to get you. I saw you today, you know. Kissing your foster brother. I was watching you through the fence. I guess you haven't changed much."
Callie struggled against Liam, but he held her tighter. "I didn't think much of your testimony in court, Callie. What we did, you wanted it. You know you did." Callie tried to shake her head, to say no, but she couldn't.
Liam continued, "So now, my parents kicked me out. Dad's not paying for school anymore either. Way to go, Callie. You ruined my life. Now I'm gonna ruin yours."
Callie fought against Liam, trying one last time to free herself, when Liam took a rag from his pocket and held it over her nose. Quickly, she lost her senses, drifting into darkness. When she came to, she didn't know where she was. She was in a trashed, empty room. In the dim moonlight, she saw an open closet, with drawings marking the wall. They were familiar. She realized she was in Wyatt's old house, in his old room. And Liam was there.
"Try to run, and you die," he whispered in her ear. And, once again, he raped her, then beat her until she couldn't cry out anymore.
To Be Continued