Chapter 1

Callie's POV
I couldn't think clearly. I saw the front door of the Fosters house and I couldnt be more relieved. My head was throbbing from the attack I had just experienced and I could barley handle the pain. I put my hand on the door nob and attempted to open it, it was locked. Panic set in. I could just ring the door bell, but it was 2 am at the earliest and I didn't want to wake anyone up, especially Brandon. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. Bruises covered my body, my legs and arms were covered in scratches and my head had a huge gash that was covered with dried blood. I reached for my phone in my back pocket, to call the one person I could trust...Brandon, but it wasn't there. I must have left it in the house with him. I decided to try the back door. I attempted to walk, more like waddle actually, but my vision was getting blury. Eventually I made it to the back door and tried to open it, but it was locked to. I knew that I was stuck out here for the night and the pain was becoming unbearable. I slid my back down the glass door and began to sob. All I could think about was tonight, the argument with me and Brandon, the breakup between me and Wyatt and the beating I had just faced, with Liam. My sobs began to grow louder, and my pain grew worse as I tried to control my breathing. I just sat there, against the back door for what felt like hours, until I fell asleep.

Brandon POV
I was woken up by my sudden thirst in the middle of the night. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen where I grabbed a glass as I continued walking over to the fridge. I poured myself some water and sat down on the counter. Scanning the room as I sat there, I couldn't help but think of Callie. I regretted the things I said to her earlier that evening and wondered why she wasn't back yet. She was always home on time and I had a feeling she didn't want to come home tonight to face me. I felt awful and I wish she was here right now so I could apologize to her. I'll just talk to her tomorrow I guess, whenever she decides to come home. I placed my glass in the sink and began to walk out of the kitchen when I was startled my a body laying against the back door. It was Callie. Why was she outside? Was she okay? Millions of questions started running through my head as I ran to open the door. As soon as the door slid open her entire body fell on to the kitchen floor, but that didn't seem to wake her. My eyes closely examined her. She has blood on her head and was covered in scratches and bruises.
"Who did this to you?" I whispered as I slid my hands under her legs and neck. I lifted her off of the floor and held her closely to my chest. My foot slid across the back door, closing it and making sure it was locked. My eyes were drawn to her head, there was a gash that ran from her ear to the middle of her forehead. A single tear slid down my face as I looked down at the girl I loved.
It killed me to see her like this. I couldn't help but blame myself as I started thinking about all the possibilities of what could have happened to her.