A/N: Hello hello! Again, the amount of love I'm getting from this story is amazing. I literally smile at my inbox seeing all of the new reviews/favorites/follows. One guest review asked me what I will do when the inevitable happens. Well, I guess you'll have to find out! There is much more for this story coming than just romance ;) As always, I don't own The Fosters, or any of the characters. Just my storyline and any original characters I may bring in. So, enjoy chapter 4 of 'Right Where You Belong' :-)

The next morning:

Brandon woke up to the sun peering in his motel room, and saw Callie was no longer sleeping next to him. He started to panic. Did Callie lie to him? He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He glanced over at the clock, 9 AM. Surely, if she had gone back with Wyatt they'd be gone by now. He sighed sadly. What was he going to tell moms? Jesus and Mariana? Oh, and Jude.

He sat up in bed, and looked at the ground, hoping and praying Callie was still around the motel somewhere.

With Callie and Wyatt:

Callie had gone back to her and Wyatt's room about a half hour ago. She wanted to get her things together before she left to go back with Brandon. Wyatt was coming out of the bathroom, and he noticed Callie getting her things together. "What are you doing?"

"Going home."

"How are going to get there? And you had me worried sick last night when you didn't come back!"

Callie shrugged. "Sorry."

"Sorry? You still haven't answered my other question Callie."

"Do I honestly need to?" Callie looked at him, turning away from her bag.

"It's him, isn't it?" Wyatt asked.

Callie averted her gaze from Wyatt, he'd always known there was something going on between her and Brandon, well, at least that she had feelings for him. Even when she didn't realize it herself. She didn't want to lie to Wyatt, although, she'd become so pro at lying by now, it all floated off the tounge easy. "He came after me." She said at last.

"Of course he would."

"Wyatt…" Callie sighed.

"Just go."

Callie sighed again, looking at Wyatt. He'd always been so understanding, but, obviously he didn't much want this. She grabbed her things and turned as Wyatt said to her, "You know, if he didn't come searching for you, I would have told him where you were."

"Well thanks. Goodbye Wyatt." Her heart broke a little as she left Wyatt behind, but, knowing she was going to be back with Brandon, and Jude, and the rest of the Fosters made her happy. She headed down the staircase and back towards Brandon's room. She knocked on the door, waiting for Brandon to answer.

Brandon heard the door and thought it was housekeeping. However, he didn't hear the little delicate "housekeeping" instead he heard, "Brandon! Open up!" he chuckled and smiled, glad Callie wasn't gone.

"Callie." He smiled.

"Yeah. Who else would it be?" she smirked.

"I…I just thought you left again." Brandon said, wrapping his arms around Callie, embracing her in a hug.

Callie looked at Brandon, "I am. But with you." She smiled.

Brandon chuckled, gently stroking her cheek with his hand. "Good."

Callie smiled and swallowed a little, she looked at Brandon, biting her lip. "I, uh, need to take a shower."

Brandon nodded. "Of course."

Callie went towards the bathroom, picking out her clothes she was going to wear, and the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash she had packed away. As she showered, letting the warm water just cascade down her body, the warmth caressed her, much like it did the first night she came into the Foster household. She honestly was scared, especially with Brandon. She feared that Stef and Lena would find out what was going on with them. The last time that happened, she was branded a slut, and Liam pinned it on her, instead of blaming himself because his parents thought he did no wrong.

She felt a tear or two escape from her eyes. She could still feel what Liam did to her. She'd still have nightmares. Even after the trial. It was something that she just couldn't forget. The more she thought about it, the more she thought about it, the more the flashbacks came.

Flashback:

It had been while she was living with the Olmstead's. It had been a pretty good foster home so far. Probably the best that her and Jude had ever been in. The Olmstead's were so nice, and Liam, her foster brother was very kind to her, but only during the day. At night, he would enter her room, and rape her. One night, she had gone to bed early, and suddenly she heard the door open. Callie had thought it was Jude because he didn't sleep well at night. "Jude?" she questioned sleepily.

"No, Callie. It's not Jude. It's me, Liam." Callie's heart stopped, or at least she was sure it was. Soon, she felt Liam's weight on the bed, and soon he was kissing her, running his hands down her front, and taking off her sweatpants.

Callie could feel Liam inside her, and tears streamed down her face as she felt her insides burning. There was nothing she could do about it. It would be her word against his. She couldn't scream, she couldn't tell anyone. There was nothing she could do. Nothing. And just as quickly as it started, it was over. Callie could hear Liam zip up his pants and he left. Once again, she was left feeling dirty and used, and crying her heart out.

End Flashback

Callie let out a gut-wrenching sob, and slid down the wall in the bathroom, the water just running over her. She pulled her knees to her chest and she sobbed.

Brandon heard the gut-wrenching sob, and ran to the bathroom, knocking on the door. "Callie?! Callie, are you ok?!" When he got no response, he opened the door, seeing Callie in a slump in the tub, crying. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body, trying to ignore the fact she was naked. He lifted her out of the tub, and carried her to the motel bed as he held her while she cried. "Shh…it's alright Callie. I'm here."

Callie just cried into his chest. She didn't mind that she was naked and wearing only a towel. She just wanted to feel comforted. Brandon was doing just that. Her tears soon stopped coming out, and she looked up at Brandon. "Thank you."

"For?"

"being an angel."

Brandon smiled softly, kissing the top of her head. "You're welcome Callie." A couple hours later, after everything had calmed down, Brandon and Callie were leaving the motel and on their way back to San Diego, back home, and back to face whatever punishment Stef and Lena would have for them.

Hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it took so long to put up, I was stuck for a little bit but, then I knew where to go with it…all good things take time! Lol. As always, review! :D