A/N- thank you for the comments/follows/favourites, they mean the world to me. I got one saying Callie doesn't think of her as their moms until after the trial but to me and this story she trusts them enough to tell them about Liam so she's already starting to think of them as her moms. I know I don't have Lena POV yet but don't worry that's coming. This is a bit of a shorter chapter but i wanted to get in an update today. Thank you for reading please leave a review and share your thoughts. Enjoy!
As always- I don't own The Fosters, i only own this bottle of bubbles and half a cup of coffee.
Stef's POV
She wasn't responding. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Why wasn't she responding? What did she do? I couldn't think straight anymore, if I could maybe I would've remembered the keys we had for every room in our bedroom. But I couldn't, so I did the only thing my mind would let me and kicked the door in.
I saw the feeble girl spiraling in her panic attack, sitting in shards of mirror, grasping her bloody hand. My partner and I gasped at the sight, before I could say anything the girl passed out the glass becoming her bed.
"Callie! Callie!" I rush to her side, trying to clear away some glass and lay her down. I get her laying as best I could in the debris.
"Honey I need you to wake up for me. Please wake up." I plead as I gently shake her shoulder. "Callie!" This is taking too long, why isn't she awake yet? Dammit! Just wake up! I shouldn't have left her alone. "Baby, please. Please wake up for me." I'm on the verge of crying now.
Her eyes start to flutter, it's the best sight I've ever seen, she looks at me confused. "You're okay. You're okay." I'm not sure if I'm saying it to convince her or myself but the words need to be spoken to be made real. Only now do I realize that Lena is still frozen in the doorway.
"Lena, darling can you go get some water and crackers for Callie and we'll meet you in the bedroom." Lena just nods and walks away.
"Okay, honey we're going to get you up and to the bedroom so you don't get hurt by the glass, then we're going to talk, okay?"
Callie's POV
No. No that's not okay, I feel like I'm going to pass out again. My head hurts and I just want to lay here on the cold tile, so no, I'm not going anywhere.
"Hey, it's okay. I heard your breathing you just got too overwhelmed and hyperventilated. Passing out was just your bodies reset button. It'll be okay, but we have to get you off this floor."
Reset button? Am I a flipping computer? "Mmhmm." I mumble. If I tried to make words I think only sobs would come out. I'm not crying anymore but that doesn't mean I don't want to.
"I know you're scared right now. But, do you trust me?"
Are you kidding? I just told you about Liam! That's trust. But no no I don't trust you enough to blindly follow whatever you're thinking of. Apparently that pause was all she needed to understand my hesitation.
"Honey. I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help. When have I done anything to hurt you?"
"Everyone starts somewhere" I mumble.
"Oh sweets. The universe isn't against you, you just haven't stuck around long enough for your luck to find you."
"Stop calling me that! I'm not your sweets or honey or whatever. I'm not yours so why are you pretending to care?"
"No matter where you go from here you will always be mine and Lena's. This is your last rest stop and if we need to we will foster you until you age out we will but we aren't going to let you get hurt again."
I can't help the scoff that escapes. They can't save me, I can't even save myself. I can see in her eyes she honestly believes her lies. Maybe that means they aren't lies at all?
"I will spend every day if I have to reminding you that you are loved, that you are valued, that you are not disposable. I will tell you and show you everyday until you believe it, then I'll still keep going because you are precious. Your existence matters."
Well, there goes the whole not crying thing. No ones said that before, especially not as though they believe it. I don't believe the things she says about me, I want to but it's just to hard. No ones cared before, the people who gave me life didn't even care. So why would these strangers voluntarily love me?
She pulls me in for a hug, I tense but don't pull away, she then wipes away my tears and stands up. Stef helps me slowly off the floor. As I sway her hand finds my hip and pulls me into her side. I'm too tired to fight it, I let her take my weight and lead me to the bedroom as Lena comes back up the stairs.
