Chapter 4
The next morning I woke up to my phone buzzing. "Jheeze Wyatt." At 8:15 on a Sunday morning I already had 6 texts from Wyatt asking if I was ok, if I wanted to meet today, how was the party, sorry he couldn't make it, if something was up only Lena and Stef were asking him if he'd noticed anything with me. And there it was. Just because Wyatt wasn't exactly a good boy, they assumed he had given me something or was he cause of whatever was wrong with me. I sent him a short simple message saying: Sorry, can't meet up, been feeling sick and going back to sleep. Just ignore anything anyone asks you about me, speak tomorrow. I took to sleeping til about 2 but then I got up and made myself a piece of toast. I decided I wasn't hungry after a bite but at least I could tell Lena and Stef to stop fussing about me and that I've eaten something. I went to go check on Jude but then I realised he was at Connors house. Brandon was at Talya's house having lunch with her and her parents and Mariana was at the mall. Jesus was the only one home. "I thought I heard footsteps." I spun around and leaned against his bedroom door frame stood Jesus. "What's going on with you Callie? You were fine before the party and you've just been real distant since? Did something happen?" He gave me a sympathetic look that mildly agitated me. He didn't know he half of what happened and that look was just so patronising. "Why does everyone just assume something's wrong with me?" I felt I said this a bit to aggressively so I gave him a sort of smile. "Sorry. It's just everyone's been so up in my face lately it's just been a bit.." "I know" Jesus said, holding onto my arm. "Come here" he said as he pulled me into a hug. I just held on to that moment for a minute. Foster or not, I realised these guys were the best family I'd ever have. "Thanks." I couldn't say anything more than that without bursting into tears. "S'ok" Jesus said as he rubbed my back. We let go and straightened up. "I've gotta go.." I left my sentence hanging and he nodded as we both backed into our rooms.
I was half asleep when I heard Mariana come home. I heard the adults lecturing her about being 20 minutes late home. I zoned out as I remembered my dream. I'd been reading a book when I came across the bit with.. Liam. Remembering everything that had happened. Seeing Liam. Backing away. Being dragged to the car. Him.. Thick tears started rolling down my cheeks. And then I heard Mariana thudding upstairs. "20 minutes.. You'd think I'd been gone an hour the way they're- Oh Callie" she took one look at my tear stained face and my shaking twitching body before she pulled me into a tight hug as I sobbed my heart out on her lap. "It's ok, it's ok. Sh, it's alright. Everything's gonna be ok" she whispered in my ear as she rocked my shaking, sobbing body. I had to let it all out. Two days I'd been suffering with my family thinking I was a pill popping alcoholic. I had to cry out all my tears, even if it meant not telling Mariana everything.