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Chapter 4

Stef's P.O.V.

Stef ran frantically around the police station. She was tracking down Callie's location using the cell phone locater she had put in all the kids phones, and it felt like it was taking ages to load. She could still hear the terrible sound as someone beat Callie. The noises wouldn't stop replaying in her head.

Finally, Callie's location popped up onto the computer screen. Stef gasped, Callie was close by: only about an hour away by car, and maybe 30 minutes if she could go in the helicopter. Stef jumped up to go look for the station's chopper pilot, the helicopter was the best option for Stef to get there quickly. Someone was hurting her baby, and she doesn't take that lightly.

Stef was still confused about how Callie had gotten to be with that man. She was supposed to be on the bus, headed back to Anchor Beach!

As Stef ran towards the pilot's office, she pulled out her cell phone to call over to the police station of the city Callie's location was in. She wanted to clarify with them that they were on their way. After the phone call, she finally found the pilot and was running up to the helipad, which wasn't too far away now.

Her mind raced as she thought of Callie. Stef knew she was tough, but from the sounds on the phone call, it sounded like Callie was getting beaten pretty badly.

Stef climbed into the helicopter absent mindedly, she had more important things on her mind. She got buckled in and continued her thoughts.

Callie was a huge part of the Fosters family now, and Stef couldn't imagine her life without her. Although Stef had disliked Callie at first, she changed her mind in a matter of days after meeting Callie. Now, Stef was on her way to her way in helicopter, trying to save Callie's life. Stef couldn't comprehend this fact just yet.

Callie's P.O.V.

Black swirled through Callie's vision. Her body was covered in aches and pains, and she could barely handle it. Callie lay where she was, severely dazed and confused.

It took her over a minute just to think of what her name was.

Memories were fading in and out, she caught on to vague things here and there, but she still had no idea what had happened to her.

She decided to open her eyes to see if her location could help her figure something out. She attempted opening her left eye first, but she found it was swollen shut and very painful. She tried the right eye instead, this time with better luck. Her eyelid moved open, but her vision was still very blurry, she could just make out vague ideas of shapes.

'Where am I?' she thought.

A moan escaped her lips as she tried to open her left eye again. She sat still a second, trying to relax and let the pain subside.

That's when she realized she was moving. Well, she wasn't actually moving, but she was in a moving car.

Callie was even more confused by this realization, but then fear overtook the confusion. 'What if I'm with the person who did this to me?!' she asked herself.

She decided to try to sit up, but she knew it was going to be horribly painful. She tried sitting up, but the agony was too unbearable and she yelled out in pain.

"Oh, Oh, don't move sweetie," a voice said "were on our way to the hospital right now."

Callie felt a little rush of relief. This voice didn't sound like it belonged to someone that would beat someone up.

Callie tried to ask who they were, but only a hoarse whisper and a small whimper came out.

"Shhh, honey, I know it hurts. We're going to get you taken care of though" the voice cooed again.

Callie moved her head, trying to find the person who's voice she was hearing. She finally found it to the right of her, though not without a lot of struggle.

The face was friendly and nice, but she didn't recognize it. That's when bigger questions started popping up in Callie's head, 'Who did this to me? Who are these people? Do I know them? Are they my family?'

Callie then realized that other than her name, and a few vague memories from when she was younger, she remembered nothing.

She started to cry from all of the confusion and pain. Her head was throbbing and it felt as if it was being hit by a hammer. She could feel her panic building, so she tried to think of things to calm her nerves.

She decided to figure out if she had any severe injuries, other than the fact that she couldn't remember a thing.

Starting with her toes and working her way upwards, she moved each body part.

She got all the way up to her hips before she experienced any extreme pain, but as soon as she moved her hips, pain seared through her body. She cried out again involuntarily.

"Oh honey, don't move, were almost to the hospital. Hang in there" the woman said.

Callie felt the woman squeeze her hand, and she was grateful for the comfort. She decided to try to speak again.

"Do I know you?" she asked. This time her voice was a little more audible.

"No, I don't think so hon. We just found you a few minutes ago, laying in a parking lot. I'm Molly by the way, and this guy up here is Matt. You probably can't see him since he's driving the car. Do you mind telling me your name? And maybe what happened to you?" she asked gently.

"Uh... I think my name is Callie, but I don't know what happened. I can't seem to remember much of anything" Callie replied nervously.

She heard Molly try to stifle a gasp of surprise, probably not wanting Callie to hear it.

"Hmm... Well don't worry, sweets. We'll get this sorted out. Do you remember your family?" Molly inquired hopefully.

Callie tried to think as hard as she could. She got a few more random pictures in her head, but they disappeared before she could grasp onto them. Finally, a memory popped into her head, a brother. 'I have a brother... What was his name?' she thought.

"Jude!" she exclaimed. She remembered her little brother, Jude. 'Where was Jude?' she asked herself frantically. She had to find him. He could be hurt. She could get to the hospital later, Jude was what came first, and she had to find him.

Molly looked at her, confused. "Jude? Who's that?" she questioned.

"My little brother," Callie cried out, "Did you see him? Where is he? Is he all right?"

"Hon, we didn't see anyone else with you, or around the parking lot. I don't think he was there when this happened" Molly replied.

Callie felt relief wash over her. 'He wasn't hurt, but where was he?' she thought.

Just as she was about to ask another question, Matt finally spoke.

"We're pulling' into the hospital now" he said.

His deep voice and slight twang sent chills up her spine, reminding her of something or someone. Although that wasn't clear. She decided to ignore it for now. Molly grabbed her hand and squeezed it again.

"Matt's going to go inside to get people to bring you into the hospital safely. Just hang on" Molly said.

Callie nodded. She liked Molly she decided. She hoped Molly wouldn't leave once she was in the hospital. She didn't want to be alone there.