AUTHOR'S NOTE/FAIR WARNING: Hi, guys! Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I just need to say before I start, that this story has to do with very sensitive topics such as self harm and rape. If these topics are triggering to you, DO NOT READ.

Thank you.

-Britt

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Fosters or anything that has to do with the Fosters.

Callie ran into the bathroom, her eyes quickly filling with tears, once again. As soon as she got in, she slammed the door behind her. After about two minutes, she could hear Jude walking up behind the door that she was now sitting against. Jude softly knocked on the door.

"Cal? Can I come in?" he asked, quietly enough so they wouldn't hear.

Callie unlocked the door and moved to the side so Jude could open it. Jude opened the door, and shortly after, closed it silently and sat where Callie was previously sitting, against the door. They sat there in silence for a moment, tears still staining Callie's cheeks. Jude looked, empathetically, over at Callie. Then he whispered through the silence.

"Callie, you know you shouldn't listen to them right?"

"Why shouldn't I? Everyone knows they're right. No one will ever want me. Why does everyone have to hate me?" she said as the tears continued to pour out.

"I love you."

"You're the only one."

Callie Jacob is 13 and damaged. She's been living in this physically and emotionally abusive foster home for about 2 months now and she can hardly take it anymore. She's been in plenty other abusive foster homes before, but this is the worst it's been. Not only for her, but for Jude, too. Jude is only 9 and it kills Callie to see these terrible things being done to the only person she loves in this world. She does her best to protect him and she has paid her more for that more than a few times. But right now, it was about Callie.

"Jude, they're really hurting me. And I don't think I can take it much longer," Callie croaked out through her sob.

"They're wrong, Cal. You can think that they aren't, but they are. We need to get out of here."

"I know that. But whenever I say anything, no one believes me. No one will ever believe me. And when they find out, they just make our lives worse. They convince everyone that I'm crazy," Callie had one goal in mind. "I have to protect you, Jude."

They stayed there a moment, Callie looking at the floor, Jude looking at Callie. Neither of them knew what to say or do. Jude scooted into Callie's arms and hugged her tight. When he let go, he spoke again.

"I have to go back to my room. I don't wanna make things worse than they are and they already know that I'm in here," Callie nodded. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Callie lied as she wiped a tear from her cheek. "Now hurry to your room before someone sees you."

And with that, Jude stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He didn't know what his sister was about to start. Callie continued to sit on the floor for about five more minutes, thinking through what she was about to do.

Callie knew that they kept extra shaving razors in the bathroom drawers. She stood up from off of the bathroom floor and walked toward where the razors where located. She hesitated, then opened the small drawer beside the toilet and took out and unused razor from the already opened pack. She easily broke the razor open using the pair of scissors that was in the small drawer, also. She carefully took one of the four blades out. She stopped a moment and stared at her pale wrist. Was she really gonna do this? What would Jude think? What would they do if they found out? Tears were blurring her vision as she thought about the events that today had brought. She got a grip on the small blade that was now hovering over her wrist.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and she pressed the blade against her now shaking wrist. The blade glided across. She opened her eyes and there was blood. Just a little, but that was only the first of many cuts that day.

But what Callie didn't know is that this is truly only the start of a three year addiction that she would only turn around for two people. Jude, of course. And him.