Hello everyone! I'm back with a new fanfiction. Now this one was requested by someone and I thought it was an interesting idea; and I've decided to make a story about it. Now, i'm still continuing "Everything has Changed", but I will still be working on this one, also :)

Summary: Callie gets a new math teacher, but it's someone she knows; someone that hurt her in the past. How will she deal with it?

This one does deal with some strong subject matter, and may not be suitable for everyone. This ff will include self-harm, descriptions of abuse, and mentions of rape.

See... I told you it dealt with strong subject matter. Anyways, I hope you guys read this & if it's too dark for you, I don't mind. Not one bit :)

And remember... if you have any ideas that deal with specifically The Fosters, or want me to do a FF for another show (i have to approve it though), just PM me.

Okay... i'll be done talking and let you enjoy the story :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights belong to ABC family. And if I did own it, Brandon/Callie would already be together and Talya would be dead.

But he didn't care
He took the heart of a little girl
And made it grow up too fast
Broken Girl by Matthew West

"Okay, everyone, because your old math teacher, Mr. Reynolds was fired. We have hired a new teacher. Now he has been board certified and got a high recommendation and I expect you all the show him respect. His name is Mr. Hutchinson." The principal left, and the class waited until a guy showed up, which made Callie feel uncomfortable.

The new teacher came in. He was in his early 40's with a little stubble, and green eyes which Callie would never, ever forget.

"Hi, everyone. My name is Chris Hutchinson. And I'm excited to see all your bright, smiling faces today. I've heard that this was an amazing school, and I'm happy to teach here." The class didn't smile, in fact, they were all disappointed that their old math teacher (who was fun and didn't teach anything) got fired.

Sensing the awkwardness, cleared his throat, and sat down by his desk. "Alright everyone. I'm going to do attendance now." He started calling out names, until he got to a name he said a little slower, "Callie Jacobs?"

Callie slumped down in her chair, and said meekly, "here."

The teacher got a good look at her, and couldn't believe that he was seeing Callie Jacobs. The lovable daughter of Katherine Jacobs. He smiled at her, which made Callie give him an evil glare. She couldn't believe that he was acting all innocent.

Mr. Hutchinson smiled, and decided to teach the class about polynomials. Some took notes, some doodled in their notebook, but Callie was thinking about all the things he did (and said) to her. And how he just smiled at her pain.

Eventually the bell rang and the class got up to walk to their next class when the teacher pulled her back, to talk to her.

"So Callie. I see you are doing well, you know… after everything. How are you doing?" He pulled her into a hug, which made Callie cringe.

"I'm good, Mr. Hutchinson. But, if you excuse me, I need to get to class." Callie excused herself, and ran out of the classroom. She couldn't get out of there fast enough.

She made it through the rest of her classes and at the end of the day was waiting for Brandon to come take her home.

As she sat on one of the benches, she remembered everything that he did to her. How he would pull her into his office and made her touch and look at things when she was younger than 10. How he would call her horrible, demeaning names; and how he threatened to kill her if she told anyone. She couldn't believe that he didn't get in jail yet.

Brandon touched her shoulder which made her jump and let out a little scream. "Sorry, Callie. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?" He asked her, as she helped her up and they walked to his car together, seeing that Mariana and Jesus were following behind them.

Callie looked at Brandon, "Yeah. I'm fine." She lied, as they got in the car.

Brandon looked like he didn't believe her, but let it go, "alright. You just seem jumpy today. If you ever need to talk, you know I'm here, right?"

"Yes." Callie gave a small smile, and they made their way home.

Once they were home, Callie excused herself and made her way up into the bathroom where she took off her clothes, until she was clad in only an underwear and bra and looked at her permanent bruises on the inside of her thighs. She cringed as her memories she tried to put behind her came coming back at full speed.

His hands. His eyes. His breath. His feet. His stomach. She just couldn't take all the horrible memories; she just wanted to get rid of them. She put on her clothes and grabbed a razor from the medicine cabinet. She took it apart, until the blades were free, and she rolled up her long sleeve and put the blade on her porcelain skin, making little lines on them.

Once they were bleeding, all his memories went away and she felt… free and innocent. She pressed the Kleenex on them, and pressed really hard. To make sure that they wouldn't bleed again. She then went to the cabinet and got some gauze wrap and wrapped her arm. She put the blades in her pocket, and slowly made her way out of the bathroom. What they didn't know didn't hurt them.

She made her way back downstairs to see Brandon looking intensely at her, like he was studying her. "What?" She said as she took an Oreo, out of the bag, and started to eat it.

"Nothing." He said hesitantly, as he grabbed another Oreo. "So… how were your classes today?"

Callie froze, "Um… they were good. You know, like usual." She said.

Brandon smiled, "that's good. So I heard you got the new math teacher, Mr. Hutchinson?" She froze at that name, "do you like him?"

Callie couldn't say anything, so she grabbed another Oreo and stated, "He's… cool. Didn't get to know him much. Since you know, it was his first day." She grabbed her backpack and went up into her room, to do her homework. Totally ignoring the worried look that Brandon gave her.

She opened up her homework, and did all of it. Pausing at the math. She threw her math book, that he touched, and just punched the wall.

She realized she shouldn't have done that because of the loud noise it made.

Luckily, no one came up to confront her about it.

She picked up her homework and did the math homework, with tears in her eyes.

She laid down on her bed, and fell asleep…

… Until Jude came to wake her up, "Callie? We're having dinner! It's pizza! Hurry up!" Jude said, excitedly.

Callie got up and ruffled his hair, "alright, bud. Let's go." They made their way downstairs, and Brandon was giving her a concerned look towards her. She shrugged it off.

They made conversation, and ate pizza; and Callie forgot about all of the memories that haunted her. It felt good to feel safe, she thought, as she ate her second piece of pizza.

Soon enough, it was bedtime, and everyone fell asleep. Brandon went into Callie's room before she fell asleep.

"What?" Callie asked, as she was in her pajamas, about to go to bed.

Brandon sat down, "I heard you punch the wall. What was that about?" Brandon asked her, looking her straight in the eye.

Callie turned her head down and Brandon put his hand under her chin and made him look at her. "Callie, whatever it is. You can tell me." He said sincerely, and Callie had tears in her eyes. Nobody has ever looked at her with such… kindness and he had; and it made her emotional. Stupid hormones, she thought. As she tried to wipe her eyes.

Callie spoke again, "Brandon, I don't want to tell you. Please don't make me tell you." Callie begged him.

Brandon finally relented, knowing that Callie wouldn't give in to him if he pushed. So he hugged her and left the room.

Callie laid down, and slightly put her fingers over her wrists, knowing that there were marks there that may never go away.

And maybe she didn't want them too. Maybe she wanted somebody to see how much she's hurting.

The last thing she thought of as she slept was his eyes, and his cold, menacing voice; haunting her in her sleep.

I changed Callie's last name :) Thanks to everyone who mentioned it. I started this story at like midnight... so I was very tired.

So... how did everybody like it? Too graphic? Not enough plot? You loved it? I really want to hear your thoughts! And even though it's a strong subject matter; sadly, rape, self-harm, abuse, and everything else is really big in this society and it kills me to hear about these stories. I'm a survivor of self-harm, and i've known people who have been abused (emotionally, phsycially, mentally, etc..). And I hope I did a good job at portraying the confusion Callie would be going through.

And also I didn't know her last name, so I just made one up ;)

So... I hope you liked it.

(and here are hotlines to call, if anybody needs them.)

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

Lauren :)