This is only the second time I've written two fanfictions for one TV show, which just proves how incredible the Fosters is. This was never even in the works, as I only just finished my last story but after watching the mid-season finale, I was very inspired. I had to write this story as a way of getting through the next 5 months. So enjoy xoxo
PS- I do not own anything to do with the Fosters much to my own disappointment. The title of the story also comes from the song 'Bring Me Home' by Tori Kelly.
6pm…
About dinnertime. At least, it would usually be. He would be home, right? On a normal occasion, any normal night, he definitely would. But tonight, he might not. There might be no one home. They might all be out. Looking for her.
Winslow, Arizona.
It wasn't exactly the most exciting place in the world, but it was a great place to stop for the night. They couldn't keep driving forever, despite her desire to. She wanted to keep driving, to not have the chance to look back, in case she regretted it. Which she did. In some deep hidden and guarded part of her heart, Callie Jacobs wished she had stayed. Though she would never admit it, not to anyone. Not even to herself.
Motels weren't really anything new for either of them. Plain, cream coloured walls; carpet with questionable levels of hygiene, a bathroom where you stood in the shower trying not to think about others who used it before you, one double bed in the middle of the room with a quilt cover that was far from inviting and drapes so covered in dust, it seemed to be stuck to the fabric. But it was home, at least for the next few hours.
They had their system predetermined; one would take the bed, the other the floor and then swap the next night, the bathroom would be locked and closed whenever in use, toilet seats would be put down, snoring would be accepted and no judgement would be passed on morning hair. They worked almost perfectly together. Well, except for one thing…
The cell phone on the bed acted like a souvenir. A constant reminder of what left behind, what was being run away from. The numbers were dialled; all that was left to do is press the call button. The easiest thing in the world yet… it wasn't. With a fleeting touch, the cell proceeded to make the call. On the other line, the phone began to ring. The wait was excruciating. How would he react? Would he even answer? As the rings continued, it seemed as though he may not. Until suddenly, the ringing stopped and a voice clearly disguising its panic came on the line.
"Hello?"
"Brandon?"
Brandon gave out an exasperated sigh. "I've been trying to get a hold of you. Have you seen Callie?" he said, raising his tone. It was easy to tell he was worried, and who could blame him. "She's gone missing. Everyone's really worried-"
"Brandon!" Wyatt almost yelled into the phone. Brandon's rant suddenly stopped as the line went eerily quiet. Wyatt breathed in deeply. He looked around to check he was alone, before speaking solemnly into his cell phone.
"Callie's with me."
I just wanted to let you all know that I will try my absolute best to update this story quickly as I can, but I am very busy at the moment. I have 2 other fanfictions in the works that I've had planned for a few weeks now and I have university, work and other stuff I unfortunately have to do. But my goal is to have a new chapter approximately once a week (maximum two weeks), depending on my schedule and whatever. So I hope I will see you guys again soon!