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Previously on: New Houses and New Promises

"I'm going to go do my homework" Callie said grumpily before anyone could ask where she was going.

"I hate work" a frown said that appeared to be on Callie's face.

"Don't we all?" Brandon said from the door making Callie jump a foot off of her bed if that's even possible.

Chapter 2: Writing in notebooks and flashbacks

Callie's POV

"What are you doing?" The music prodigy asked

"Mr. Hardesty's Grief, Regret, and Pain writing assignment. Since I didn't do it in class correctly, he's making me do it at home. Each part has to have at least a paragraph." I replied

"Well I'm going to leave you to that. Bye Callie" Brandon said while walking out of the room.

Regret:

I regret the day I killed my mother. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Steve was in the middle of 'punishing' me for dropping ice on the floor. My mother Ana, could never bare to watch her children get beaten by my drunken father. "No, stop!" she chocked out while running in front of me. Steve pulled out his gun from the waistline of his pants. He then shot her without a care in the world. I guess he used too much energy to shoot her because he then passed out on the floor. My baby brother Jude was hiding behind the couch, so he saw the whole thing. Me being 8 years old and him being 4, he instantly started crying. I caressed my mother's face while my brother wept into my side. If she didn't jump in front of me, she would still be alive. If I had something to say to her, I would say" Mom, I love you. You were always the kindest person. If I died, Jude would be by himself left to fend off Steve. Jude and I thank you for everything you did. You will always be in our hearts, Ana Callie Jacob. RIP –JUNE 11.

Grief:

It's been the hardest dealing with living. My mom didn't die for me to endure more abuse. Every night after Steve fell asleep; I took Jude out to the beach and just walked across the sand singing to him. Jude cried himself to bed every night for four years. I ended up putting up an emotional mask. I let nobody, not even Jude sees my emotions of what I felt inside. Soon enough that wasn't enough. I began to cut my wrists at age 13. I changed my wardrobe to converse, hoodies, and jeans or sweat pants. I didn't want anybody to see what I did to myself. If they saw what they did, they would obviously call the police and then Jude could be taken/ separated from me. All that I cared about was that Jude was okay. Of course it was hard without mom, but I dealt through it. (A/N the next part includes bad words.)

Pain:

I witnessed pain a lot in my life. But the worse pain was when I was with Liam. Liam was a 17 year old that lived in the 3rd foster house with us. About two weeks after we came there, he developed an interest me. One night when I was in my room reading he came up to me and pushed me against the wall. He said "If little Callie doesn't do everything I say AND go out with me, I will not only beat you but Jude too. What do you say Callie Bear? Yes or no?"

"Really Liam? You'd stoop that lo-"I got cut off by him roughly kissing me. I didn't do anything but kissing him back.

"So it's a yes? Good choice baby. You don't know how long I thought about this." He said. After weeks of 'dating' him, he got bored. He started to beat me for his own sick fun. He then got sick of just beating me. He then took out knives and carved words on me. He wrote things like: Liam's slut, Liam owns Ugly, fat, whore, dumb, worthless, and many more. Those words scarred my skin and will stay there forever. One day when I dropped my fork in front of him he got really angry. "That's it slut!" He bellowed. He then proceeded to drag me into the lounge room and in front of the fire place. The next thing he did I can never forget. He branded me. He wrote "LIAM'S PROPERTY" on my back. And let me tell you, nothing anybody does anymore can compare to that pain.

[End of journal entry]

By the time I finished writing this, I had tears streaming down my face. I was so into writing that I didn't hear Jesus enter the room.

"Callie? Are you okay?" He whispered while he pulled me into a hug. I was crying too much to care that he already picked me up and carried me onto my bed. He started saying things like "Hush princessa, you're okay, your safe". My crying died down and I said "Thank you Jesus. Can you please not mention this to anybody?" He nodded in response. I put my book under Brandon's piano which he kept on the desk.

"Dinner's ready." Jesus said while pulling me down the stairs. I ducked into the bathroom really quick to make sure that my eyes weren't red and swollen. They were only slightly red. When I came downstairs a new person downstairs was waiting by the door. I remember seeing her in Mr. Hardesty's class. I think her name is Tula or something.

"Callie this is Talya, Brandon's girlfriend." Lena said. I gave her a swift nod.

"Talya you can go in B's room and wait until he comes back." Stef said, in response Talya walked up the steps to B's room.

[Time skip to after dinner]

I went into the room to put my notebook in my mint green Jansport bag. But when I went to get it, it was on top of the piano. Not under it like I left it. My thoughts immediately went to Talya. My last thoughts were "That Bish!" before I fell asleep.

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