Wow. So I haven't updated in a while and I am so, so sorry about that. It's just that this week (and last week) i've been really busy with friends, family, etc... and I couldn't find the time to create another chapter. So now it's about 3 in the morning, and I am publishing this. I really hope that this chapter makes up for the torture I put you through (lol :p). This is the longest chapter yet, and I have got to say... this could be the turning point in the story.
Anyways, i'll let you enjoy chapter 3 of Confessions of a Broken Heart.
(and if there are any grammer errors, I apologize. I'm kind of tired.)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Fosters. All rights belong to ABC family and Jennifer Lopez. I only own the plot.
It was the next day, and Callie dreaded going to school. She thought this many times before but she didn't want to see her math teacher. She hated him with all her heart. He stole her innocence, her happiness. After everything, she was never the same joyous little girl.
All her classes went pretty well. Nobody really talked to her, but nobody made fun of her either; so she considered that good. She had lots of homework assigned, and for English, she had to write a report of her biggest nightmare. She thought about making one up, because she didn't want her English teacher to know anything about her past (although she's pretty sure he knows some of it because of her transcripts).
She got to math class and took a seat all the way in the back. She waved to some people who waved to her and then Mr. Hutchinson came and put up a paper on a screen and she saw that it had desks which her shaped like the classroom.
He came up, and said, "Everyone. We have a seating chart. Please find your seats. If you want to move, for any reason, just tell me; and maybe we can work something out. But you have to have a valid reason." Callie looked at the screen and looked scared.
She got to desk right in front of the teacher's desk.
She silently sat down in her seat and automatically started drawing some random things that came into her mind. Doodles mainly. She didn't pay him any attention or make eye contact with him. Even while he was sitting down by his desk, watching them to make sure that they were doing the homework he had given them when his lecture ended early.
He looked at Callie, "Callie?"
Callie didn't respond to his voice. She wanted to ignore him. To show him that she's not the same little, people-pleasing girl anymore that he can take advantage of.
He called for her again, "Callie Jacobs?"
Callie still didn't look at him. Until he finally said, his voice a little louder, "Callie?"
At that voice, she sat up and snapped at him, "What!" The whole class was looking at her as if she was crazy. She didn't care, they probably thought she was a psychopath anyways.
The teacher looked offended, and said to her, in a strict voice, "I want to see you after class miss. Jacobs."
Callie put her head down on her desk and wanted to scream, to shout, and to punch something. But she couldn't do that without causing even more trouble.
The class rang, and like the first day he came here, she stayed back. Once all the students were out he closed the classroom door, and looked hungrily at her.
He stood up and gave her a big hug, to which she cringed. He noticed that. "What did you do that for, Cals? You know me, I worked with your mom."
She recoiled away from him. "Really? So you're going to act as if you never even hurt me?" She said with pure venom in her voice.
He feigned innocence and put his hand up in a 'surrender' position, and said in a fake hurt voice, "What do you mean 'hurt you'? I never even put a hand to you." He said calmly, but she could see in his eyes that they had a malicious glint to them.
Callie barked at him, again, "Really?" She said, almost sadly, "You're going to act as if you didn't steal my innocence; as if you didn't threaten to kill me; as if you didn't make me have nightmares every night. You are going to act as if you didn't do any of that stuff?" At the end of this sentence she had some unshed tears in her eyes.
She wiped them off very quickly, so he wouldn't see.
But, knowing him, he did.
He came up next to her and put a hand on the top of her thigh, she flinched, and tried to get away. He stayed calm and let her react.
He sat on top of a desk and looked at Callie, "Callie. I don't know what you're talking about. I've been through a tuff time and I'm not the same person anymore. I don't know what I did to you, or this 'innocence' you're talking about. But whatever I did; I'm sorry." His voice was calm, almost sad, but his eyes gave it all away.
She opened the door, and turned towards him, "I have to go. I have next class. It starts in like 15 seconds-"The bell rang and Callie rushed out the door, but before she left she gave him the middle finger and smiled.
Callie, was of course, late to her next class. But, at the moment, she didn't care. She was glad that she could get away from her rapist.
The rest of her classes were boring, and she couldn't wait to go home. Once the school bell rang she met up with the rest of her family and they walked home today.
Once they got in, both of the moms were there, and Jesus mumbled, "Uh-oh. Someone's in trouble."
They all stared and Stef said, "Everyone go upstairs into your room. Callie." She turned towards them, knowing what they were going to say,
And she was right. They said, "Stay."
The rest of her foster family gave her a mix of sympathetic but curious looks and Stef shooed them up the stairs, but shouted, "NO LISTENING!"
She sat down on one of the chairs, and looked at them, "What happened?"
They looked at each other and then looked at her. Stef spoke first, "We got a call from your math teacher today- a Mr. Hutchinson- and he said that he made you stay a little bit after class to talk to you about your grade, but you didn't listen to him and you flipped him off. Is that true?"
Callie really wanted to lie to them. She really did. But she couldn't. Not when Stef and Lena looked at her like that.
She looked down at the table and played with her hands, "Yeah."
Lena sighed, "Why, Callie?" That is all she wanted to know. And something in her voice made her want to tell the truth.
But she couldn't. They wouldn't believe her.
And if she did; he would hurt her family.
And she didn't want that.
She shrugged her shoulders, and went for the most flippant answer she could think of, "Because he kept me after class and he wouldn't give me a pass. I was late to my next class so yeah- I was kind of mad. And yes I did flip him off, but he deserved it."
Stef cut in, "For not giving you a pass to your next class? That was rude of him but you didn't have to flip him off. What has he done to you?"
At that sentence she got off the chair and shrieked, "So many things, Stef. He has done so many things." And ran up into her room, to cry.
Mariana –to her luck- was not in her room, and she was glad. She locked the door and just sat on her bed sobbing.
She just gave herself away with that one sentence.
She knew that Stef and Lena would come into her room, any day now, and ask her what the meltdown was about; but she had to make up a lie, something that sounded convincing.
Because she couldn't tell them the truth.
She didn't want them getting hurt.
Although, in the back of her mind, she did think that Stef would protect herself.
But she loved them too much to get them involved.
She went into her drawer and looked for the shiny piece of metal. She didn't want to hurt herself again; but she couldn't help it. She needed a way to get rid of the memories, the feelings, she was feeling. And cutting was the only thing that worked for her.
She debated if she should cut –with everyone in the house- but she didn't care. She needed to cut.
She kindly made her way into the bathroom, and locked the door. If someone asked her she could fake diarrhea.
She sat on the toilet lid and rolled up her sleeve to reveal some scars on her arms. They were light, and new. But they started to heal.
She ran her arm on them then proceeded to put the blade onto her skin. She pressed the metal object into her skin until she pierced it, letting a little drop of blood run out.
She glided it smoothly across her porcelain skin, and watched as the blood ran down her arm.
When she made that first cut she forgot about the disappointment lingering in their eyes. She forgot about how he pinned her down to the bed and made her do things that she didn't want to do.
She took the blade off and went onto a new spot, one that wasn't covered in scars. She did the same thing, and relished in the pain.
She knew that if anyone saw her do this they would think she was "emo" and send her off to a mental hospital right away. Or they would think that she is an "attention seeking freak" and make fun of her.
She knew that she wasn't doing it for those reasons. But nobody would understand.
She made a couple of more lines, going in all different directions. Some were diagonal, some were horizontal, and some were vertical. And she didn't care.
She pressed the blade onto her skin one more time because she looked at a burn mark on her arm. The one that her foster dad gave her.
She made another line onto her arm until she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She paused and quickly rinsed the razor off. She then grabbed a Kleenex and rapidly tried to stop the bleeding. She sat on the toilet and shook her leg as if thinking that it would make her stop bleeding faster.
Someone knocked on the door. It was Lena. "Callie? Are you in there? Are you okay?" She asked in a motherly voice.
Callie took a deep breath and then said, "Yeah. I'm fine. I just had some bad lunch it's not going well with my stomach."
"Well, alright." Something in her voice made her tell that she didn't fully believe her, "Just when you're done, we need to talk to you."
Callie wiped away a tear, "Alright." She pressed the Kleenex onto her skin. After a couple more minutes she took the tissue off and saw that her cuts weren't bleeding anymore. Once she realized it wasn't bleeding anymore she got up and flushed all the evidence down the toilet.
She then washed her hands. She splashed some water on her face; preparing to the interrogation she was about to go into.
She stepped out of the bathroom and went straight into the kitchen. Lena and Stef were both waiting for her. She sat back down on the bar stool, and they immediately asked her,
"Callie? When you said that this teacher did "so many things to you", what did you mean? What did he do to you?" Lena asked her, taking her hands and caressing them.
Callie shook her head, and Lena pleaded again, "Please Callie. What did he do to you? Did you have a past with him?"
Callie answered that question, "Yeah. He worked with my mom- you know- before she died." They nodded obviously wanting her to go on more but she didn't want to.
And she didn't. So she thought about it for a moment and then said, "You know when he was working with my mom he called me names and stuff- pretty harmless." She knew that they could tell she was lying.
They looked unconvinced, but they didn't push her anymore. Whether it was because of the bags under her eyes or the big bulging backpack or for genuinely believing her. She didn't care. She was just happy that she didn't have to say anything anymore.
They sighed, "Alright, Callie. We won't punish you but as your teachers punishment he said that you have to serve a 30-minute detention with him-"
Callie cringed at that, which didn't go unnoticed between the moms.
Stef continued on, "But Callie? Do you feel uncomfortable with him?"
Callie paused. She didn't exactly know how to answer that question.
If she said "no" then her family wouldn't get that suspicious of their 'relationship', and they wouldn't get hurt. But on other terms he could terrorize her again. And she didn't want that.
But on the contrary, if she said "yes" she wouldn't have to serve the detention and not get terrorized but it could make things worse for all of them, and Stef would look into him and keep bugging her with endless questions.
After a couple of minutes she finally had the answer to her question.
This answer could literally change her life.
So... how did you guys like it? Did you love it? Did you hate it? Did you not care for it? Please let me know. I love hearing your reviews (good or bad).
And also I don't know if Callie should say "yes" or "no" to the question... so if you really want to you can give your opinion (wink, wink) ;) I might have an idea, but I also want to make you guys to be happy with the story (i'm a people-pleaser person). So... let me know your reviews, etc...
And also to all my American readers I hope you had a great 4th of July! I visited my sister and made pizza (but almost burned down the house!). And we watched some nice fireworks. And to all my non-American readers... well, I hope you had a great day, also. And if you see any mistakes in the plot or grammar, etc... please let me know & i'll fix it.
I'm like really tired right now, and if you're reading all this well... sorry for my rambling.
But anyways to all my followers/reviews/favorites/etc... thank you so much! It means the world to me.
And remember if you have any ideas for any FF on The Fosters, let me know and i'll see if I can make a story of it :)
Okay, i'm done typing now... hope you liked this chapter.
Lauren.