7 years ago

Bright lights were flashing, many people were talking, and blood covered the floor. I clutched Jude tightly and tried to make him stop sobbing. A lady in police uniform strolled over to us.

"Are you kids alright?" she asked.

"No!" I shrieked, "our mom was just murdered in front of us, by our dad, and our asking if we're alright?!"

"Callie, please calm down," the women said crouching down to our height, "everything is gonna be fine. Were working hard to find your dad. Do you guys know if your parents had some sort of plan for you guys, in case they died?" I shook my head helplessly.

A man in pin-striped suit (weird) walked in. "Hello," he said, shaking the cops hand, "I'm Edward Depe. I'm their family lawyer. I'm in charge of the kids placement. Can I speak with you outside please?"

"Of course," the officer said stepping outside.

Another police officer came in and wrapped a blanket around Jude and me and handed each of us a steaming cup of hot chocolate. I took little sips and made sure Jude didn't spill on himself. I felt like we were sitting their forever, until the officer and Mr. Depe came in. They sat in chairs across from us.

"So Callie, Jude, I'm sorry to say your folks didn't have much of a plan for guys," Mr. Depe said wringing his hands, "they don't want you guys going to any relatives, because you guys aren't close with any of them. So Officer Jones and I decided you kids would be put into foster care." He spoke so simply it bugged the crap out of me.

I shot up. "NO!" I shrieked. Mr. Depe nodded sadly.

"Yes Callie, yes," he said shaking his bald head.

I crashed to floor, along with my hot chocolate. Both the cup and me broke. I sobbed and sobbed. The only thing I remember is being shoved out of the house, holding Jude's hand, with one little duffel bag, and being thrown into someone named Dave's car.

As the rain dripped on the window only one thought crossed my mind. I hate you dad.

Callie shuffled down the stairs of the Foster's home. She as still in her P.J's and her hair was wreck. Last night, she had one of those dreams that had been haunting her for 7 years. Her chest hurt, probably from her heart beating so much. As she entered the kitchen all of the Fosters and Jude were eating breakfast. Lena, Steph, and Mariana looked at her with concern. Brandon and Jesus kept stealing glances at her but mostly focused on their eggs. Jude gave her a reassuring smile. Callie plopped down in an empty seat and sighed.

"Callie, love, you ok?" Steph asked getting up to stroke Callie's hear.

Callie took a swig of orange juice. "Yeah, why?"

"Because," Lena said swallowing a bite of scrambled eggs, "Mariana said you were talking in your sleep saying things like, um, "stop daddy, stop!' What was your dream about?'

Callie was busy spooning fruit into a bowl and eggs and bacon on a plate. "Huh?" she asked setting her food on the table.

Mariana looked at her. "Your dream? What was it about?" Callie took a big bite of eggs and bacon and washed it down with O.J, to keep from talking. Once she swallowed, she looked up through her black hair.

Jesus smiled at her. "Cal, you know you can tell us stuff. We're family now." Callie smiled gratefully at Jesus.

"I don't-I don't want to talk about." She said shoving more food in her mouth. Jude's brown eyes grazed her and became full of sadness.

There was a knock at the door. Brandon got up to answer it.

"Callie, why won't you talk to us?" Lena asked.

Before she could answer, Brandon walked in and said, "Um, there's some guy at the door. He wants to see Callie." Callie was about to stand up, when Steph said, "No, let me investigate first." Callie had to admit, in her cop uniform, Steph could look pretty intimidating.

Callie strained to hear the conversation. She heard bits and pieces like "Callie and Jude…live here…mine…go away." Steph walked back in with a man who made a pang in Callie's chest.

"Hi, baby-girl," the man said, smiling sadly. Callie literaly lost her breath and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. "Callie?" Lena said, rushing over. Everyone crowded around her, except Jude because he was staring at the man.

"Who-who are you? You look like…Callie." She heard Jude say to the man. Callie shot up. Hot, angry tears poured down her cheeks.

"Get out!" she screamed, sobbing.

He walked over to her and pushed a lock of black hair from her face. Proctectively, Jesus grabbed her and pulled him into him. "Callie," Mariana asked, "who is this?"

Callie couldn't even get the words out. "My d-d-d," she tried but more tears poured out.

Steph gave the man a dirty look. "Her dad."