I am really exited about this Brallie (Brandon and Callie) fic. I hope you enjoy!
Jude, my baby, my only reason for staying in this system was gone. Missing would be the better word. He slipped off into the night, leaving nothing behind. Though I knew where he went; he went to the Fosters for comfort. They showed us kindness and love when no one else would and I messed it all up. Jude refuses to talk to me anymore and he pushes me away whenever I try to hug him in the middle of the night to stop his nightmares. We both loved them, Jesus, Mariana, Lena, Steph, and Brandon. Well I loved Brandon just a bit more than a foster sibling should, and it was those feelings that brought Jude and I here. To the Dummel's.
At first they looked relatively normal, Mr. Dummel was about six feet tall with dark brown hair that was slowly receding towards the top of his head. Small streaks of gray and white showed their faces on the back of his head. His small beady eyes bore into mine as we stood on his door step, "Are you Callie?" he asked gruffly.
"Yes." I responded looking him in the eyes and pulling Jude closer to my side. Normally he would try to resist my touch but the man scared him as much as he scared me.
"Then you must be Jude." He softly said, looking at Jude as if he was the long lost son he never had. "My name is Mr. Dummel but you can call me John if you want."
Jude didn't respond, he simply nodded his head once. I could almost see the tears in his eyes as we walked into our new temporary home. Their home was cozy and welcoming, love seemed to have been poured into the concrete molding. "Hey bud, why don't you go into the kitchen and meet the rest of the family?" he offered Jude.
"Ok." Jude said semi-happily as he detached himself from my side and ran into the kitchen. I started to follow him, I hated Jude being out of my sight when we went to the foster homes. But Mr. Dummel grabbed my arm and yanked me back with surprising force for a man in his early fifty's. "Now you listen here missy. I have seen your file and I know about the two incidents, and the only reason my wife and I decided to take you was because Jude wouldn't come without you. But I will have you know now that if you ever do anything we don't approve of you are out of here. Got me? You, not Jude. Jude can stay. But if you cross the line even once then you are outta this house and on the streets." He menacingly warned. "You understand?"
"Yes." I responded, trying to sound tough and unaffected by his warnings. The time I spend with the Fosters had weakened my tough outer shell.
"Now let's go meet the rest of the family, shall we?" he asked with a vile smile. I nodded and we walked back in time to their eighty's themed kitchen. Jude was seated on a bar stool munching on a freshly made chocolate chip cookie talking to a gray haired woman. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Dummel." She said with a smile. "Here dear sit down you look tired." She politely suggested as she pushed me onto a bar stool, "Here have a cookie, you are too thin." As we sat and ate cookies Mrs. Dummel told us about everything from her husband to the house.
And as I sat on the bar stool in the eighty's themed kitchen I could only wonder what Brandon and the rest of the gang were up to. I wondered if they missed us, and if they wish they hadn't given us away. Brandon especially plagued my thoughts, his off-green eyes that always knew when something was wrong, his strong arms that held me in my weakest moments, and his pale pink lips that touched mine for a single moment.
"Callie, Callie, Callie!" A familiar voice jolted me back to the present. "Are you ok dear?" Mrs. Dummel asked sweetly.
"Oh yes I'm fine, I'm just tired. Where do I sleep?" I asked her.
"Oh it's upstairs to the left, John, John come up here and show Callie where her room is." She yelled.
A few mumbled curses later Mr. Dummel trudged up from the basement to which he had escaped and motioned for me to follow him. We walked up the steep never ending stair case and at the top a narrow hallway and three doors awaited us. "Now the one on the far left is mine, the middle one is the bathroom, and the one on the far right is the one that you and Jude will share." He said with a warning glare.
"Ok thank you." I managed to choke out. Did this man honestly think I would ever attempt to be in romantic relationship with my own brother? Wow I guess once you accidentally have relationships with two different foster brothers you automatically become some creepy pedophile that dates their brother. I walk into the room and see my thought verified. The room was split in half with a collapsible wall. There was only a small opening in-between the real wall and the collapsible one in which I would be able to see Jude. A quick look into his side of the room showed a beautifully decorated sports themed room with a bench seat window that looked out into the backyard.
My side was set up similarly, except it had a small window that I would just barely be able to squeeze through and the wall was decorated with a single 'hang in there' kitten hanging from a tree poster. I looked back at the doorway to see that Mr. Dummel had slipped downstairs and I could hear his booming voice yell and laugh. Jude's cute laughter could be heard as well, and that's all that mattered to me… wow I guess I can see why someone would look at my thoughts and think pedophile, but it mattered to me in a sister/motherly way.
After messing up the almost adoption I vowed to do anything to make it up to Jude, and if that meant dealing with these hostile people then I would do it.
Dinner passed by slowly with hostile glances from Mr. Dummel almost begging me to speak so he could reprimand me for breaking some unknown rule like saying more than three vowels in a sentence or something along those lines. Even Jude looked awkward and out of place, though most of the conversation was about him and his interests. He didn't share much though, he said that he liked sports and that's about it. I knew he had seen his room and the setup reminded him of rooming with Jesus. Something that he missed dearly and would probably pretend that I was Jesus and that we were back at the Fosters every night.
After washing the dishes I escaped to my room and fell onto my bed. Jude was downstairs watching the football game with 'John'. I closed my eyes tried to fall asleep, today had been a long horrifying day and my mind was exhausted. The last thing I heard before I drifted off into the dream world was 'John' bidding Jude a good night. The dream world dragged me into a nightmare.
I was trapped in the same room; my jail cell. The cold, hard bars froze my hands as I clung to them. Salty tears ran down my face, I should be stronger but I couldn't. Laughter surrounded the cell, slowly suffocating my senses. A splitting pain hit me in the back of the head and I dropped to the ground, still clutching the bars. Slowly I pried my eyes open and saw him. Liam. "Hey sweetheart, you miss me?" he asked in a mocking tone.
Horrified I tried to back away from the bars but my hands were stuck gripping them. They were growing colder by the second, producing a chill that went straight to my bones. Paralyzed by fear I looked into his blue eyes, my mouth agape. "Come on now dear, you love me. You kissed me just a few days ago." He continued. My eyes clouded with confusion.
Then he slowly transformed into Brandon. Down to the very last detail, the dark brown hair, green caring eyes, and the smirk that was saved just for me. "You see sweetheart, we are the same." Brandon spoke in a demonic chant. "When will you learn that no one will ever love you." Suddenly more voices joined the chant, Lena, Steph, Mariana, Jesus, and Jude. They continued, "When will you learn that no one will ever love you, you're better off dead." They repeated the phrase until it was stuck playing in my head. "No one will ever love you, you're better off dead…"
I backed away from the bars and fell back onto the ground. My eyes shot open, my breathing heavy and my face tearstained. The comforting sight of my white, carpeted floor awaited me. Shaking I slowly stood up, my knees knocking against each other, and looked at the clock. 6:30 AM; well there's no way I'm going to get back to sleep, I thought.
A few minutes later I slowly walked over to the crack in the wall and looked into Jude's room. He was sleeping peacefully. The words echoed in my head, "No one will ever love you, you're better off dead." Jude's scrunched up face seemed to say the words. As if he knew I was looking into his room.
I walked backwards till I hit my bed and quickly curled up into a ball in the center. As if Liam/Brandon was a monster hiding under my bed waiting to attack. Silent tears slowly slid down my face and I let them fall on my bed, leaving a small wet spot on my lilac sheets. And I played there, clinging desperately to Zuko, the small panda pillow pet Brandon had won for me at the fair. Brandon, even thinking his name sent waves of longing and pain through me. Even though being in his arms for that single moment, his lips on mine for that single moment had gotten us in trouble I still liked him. Like, liked him. He would be the one that would hold me and softly rub my back until I fell asleep in his arms, and the one to wake me up with a gentle kiss.
As I played in my bed I thought of the moment Steph and Lena found out about us. It was a few days after the wedding, Steph and Lena had decided not to go on a honeymoon so they could stay home and take care of us. Jude had refused to talk to me, answering my questions in curt monosyllabic responses. I was sitting on the couch in the living room writing in my guilt journal about the kiss when I saw Brandon enter the room. He looked at me and tugged on his ear, our signal for I need to talk. Then he disappeared up the stairs. I waited a few minutes then stood up to go upstairs. Jude saw me and rolled his eyes but said nothing. I knew he had talked to Brandon about us and how we couldn't be together but that wasn't going to stop Brandon. As soon as I walked into his room he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "It's so hard to see you sitting down there like nothing happened a few days ago. Did you miss me?" He finished with a small peck on the lips.
"Yes, but Brandon we can't do this. It would ruin Jude and my chances of having Steph and Lena adopt us. They already offered and Jude is so excited. He already hates me for kissing you and I don't want him to hate me anymore." I said with all the courage I could muster.
"Callie, no one has to know about us. We can keep this a secret." he replied and proceeded to kiss me before I could respond. Soon I was pressed up against a wall and we were French kissing like there was no tomorrow. When we finally detached I saw Brandon's tomato red face and two others. Two that I never would have thought I didn't want to see. Steph and Lena.
"What in the heck is going on here?" Lena asked surprised.
Brandon looked at them and his face turned ghost white. Then he answered, it's not what it looks like."
"Well" Steph said semi-mad, "It looks like you two foster soon to be actual siblings were making out."
They both looked at us disappointedly. I could feel the shame radiating off of me, "Ok I know that this is really bad. And I know that you can't possibly adopt me now, but please, please adopt Jude. He deserves to be with a family that loves him." I pleaded.
"Moms please believe me, Callie tried to stop this. I don't know how much you saw or heard but I was the one that pushed Callie to do this. Please don't blame her for my stupid mistake. "He pleaded.
"Well we will have to talk about this situation, but until then you two will be in separate rooms and if you even attempt to get together we will be forced to take Callie and Jude out of this house." Steph threatened.
Steph POV:
"Babe what are we going to do about this?" I asked Lena as we entered our bedroom.
"I don't know, I mean; what do you do when your son falls in love with his foster soon to be actual sister?" she sank into the new bed my mother had gotten us as a wedding present.
"Well we can't have them live in the same house, who knows what will happen if they are alone in the house?"
"Steph, don't forget this is Brandon we are talking about. He would never do anything he thought was wrong." She tried to tell me.
Why of course Brandon would try to date this girl. She is a beautiful person, on the inside and out. Much better than the other girl he had dated, she was a real life Ursula with Ariel's voice. Part of me was happy for Brandon finding someone he loved, but another part. The logical part, told me that it was incredibly wrong and that Callie deserved to be adopted not forced to be alone just so her and Brandon could date.
"Well Lena, Brandon really loves Callie. Didn't you see it in his eyes? He wants to be with her she is trying to deny her feelings for it. If we keep them in the house together then that would just torture them. And if we separate them, then it would only hurt them for a little while before they got over it." I tried to suggest.
"What are you suggesting?" Lena asked.
"You know what I am suggesting Lena, I hate to make this decision. I know we wanted to adopt her but maybe it would be best if we didn't adopt her?" I voiced my suggestion. Lena looked back at me with disbelief and an awkward silence filled the room.
With a sudden burst of anger Lena replied, raising her voice to a quiet yell, "How dare you suggest that. You didn't see how sad and dejected Callie looked when I picked her up from Juvie, and you didn't see how much she loves being here with Jude. We can't be Indian givers, we can't just give her our love and take it back the one time she messes up."
"This isn't the first time though, don't you remember the time Brandon was almost shot just because Callie had the great idea to go and save her brother? That turned out great didn't it? It gave us another mouth to feed and another back to clothe. Lena, babe, I know you love them and all but you like to take in kids as like they are stray kittens. We need to stop, we were happy with having Brandon and the twins and all that adding Callie and Jude to the mix has done is brought us misery. That is something we don't need in our lives right now." I replied equally as angry. "We knew that Callie was trouble from her record with Juvie, I am afraid to say that we couldn't fix her. We couldn't save her from herself."
Tears poured down Lena's face as my words hit home, she knew I was right but didn't want to admit it, "Well Steph…. I guess if it is the only way to save Callie from herself and our family from misery. I guess we can…" she couldn't finish her statement.
"I know it is hard Lena, but we have to do this and since Callie won't stay in one spot unless Jude is with her we will have to find someone to adopt both of them." Lena crawled across the bed and buried her face into my shoulder. Violent sobs escaped her. While comforting her I tried to think of a world without Callie and Jude and it was a dark and dreary place, and to think it was the world that I would soon be returning to. I let a small tear fall down my face, but I couldn't cry like Lena was. I was the strong one and the strong one can never cry. Even though on the inside I was a wreck of tears and used tissues on the outside I was calm, cool and collected. "We can tell them tomorrow." I mumbled into Lena's hair as I turned out the light.
I overheard the conversation while getting ready for bed, "I can't believe that I am going to mess up Jude's one shot at happiness." I mumbled to myself. I have to leave, I thought, I can't ruin Jude's one chance at a happy life. He will get over me leaving once they adopt him, maybe he will learn to hate me and never want to see me again. The thought pained me but I knew if Jude hated me then it would be easier to have a clean cut from this life and start anew. I started planning my departure as I slept, it was going to be hard to get away from this place… not physically but emotionally. But I will have to do it, to give Jude a better life.
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Until next time,
Tessa