I don't own The Fosters, just writing for fun.
Thank you to the guest who gave me suggestions. I will take that into consideration.
Sorry for the mistake of mixing up the chapters.
BTW, I realized I had A LOT of grammar mistakes. I am sorry, that is my weakness. But hopefully it will improve overtime.
Chapter 4: Away
Brandon's P.O.V
I lay Callie down on my bed and I place the covers over her. She took a heavy blow to the head with that shoe. She instantly fell unconscious. I place an ice pack on her head, where the shoe impacted her. I rub healing ointment on the cuts from the previous night, at the convenient store. She would never let me do this when she is awake because she's too damn stubbo...
I am ripped from my thoughts as Callie grabs my wrist and her eyes shoots open.
"I told you to stay!" She says with a gruff.
"Callie, I'm sorry, but I had to come. Something bad would have happen if I never came." I say defensively.
"Were you the one following me?" She asks.
"Yes. After the bus left I got into my car and followed the bus, and then I followed you. I know it sounds creepy ….. But if anything happens to you, and I could have prevented it from happening, I don't know what I will do with myself." I say sincerely.
"Brandon, what happened?" Callie asks bravely, while she bites her lips in anticipation.
I sigh, and I try to sugar-code what happened to her.
"You were getting your belongings and Mark came home and found you in the room. I parked my car in the back of the house, and I heard the commotion. I saw you on the balcony and I told you to jump because there was nowhere you can go. You threw your duffle first, and then you went next. As you were jumping off the balcony Mark threw one of the shoes I gave you at your head. I guess the shoe came off somehow. I caught you and put you in the backseat of the car. Then, I speed down the road as Mark ran after my car but he never caught up."
"Thank you." She says as she gives me another sincere hug.
"Did he see your face?" she asks sounding very concern.
"No, I was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap." I say.
"Ok, good." She says with relaxation in her voice.
"How long have I been out?" She asks as she releases from the hug.
"Twelve hours" I say looking down.
"Twelve hours?" She says sounding infuriate and embarrass.
"Yes. Twelve hours. You have been out since 9:00am yesterday until today. I stayed up all night putting healing ointment on your cuts and placing ice packs on your head."
"Oh, Thanks." She says shyly and embarrass.
"It's ok, but now I have to go to work. You woke up on time." I say with a half-smile.
"Work? Where do you w-work? She asks curiously.
"I work at a construction site; I missed work yesterday to care of you." I say.
"Oh, I am sorry." She says ashamed.
"No, it's okay. I did not want to leave you. Breakfast is on the table." I say.
"Thanks. By the way, Brandon I can take care of myself." She says.
"Ok." I say with a shrug.
"Bye Callie, my number is on the fridge. There's a cell phone on the dining table, and there's an app that you can call or text me on; it works on Wi-Fi. Also, I left my mailbox key on the table. So can you please check the mail for me?" With that I leave the bedroom, out into the living room and out the door.
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Twelve hours later
Callie's P.O.V
Brandon has been gone all day. I am very jaded; I just watched movies like White House Down, Django, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, and The Color Purple. Amazing movies by the way. A mailbox commercial comes on TV, which reminds to check the mailbox. I take the key and check the mailbox. I look at the mail and see an unpaid bill. Then another one, and another one, and another one. Wow! He is really struggling, and I am taking advantage of him by staying here. Desperate time, calls for desperate measures. I pick up the cell phone on the table, and the dial anumber. The phones rings and rings until a male voice answers.
"Hello?" Says the male voice.
"Hey Charlie, its Callie." I say with disgust in my voice.
"Callie, I haven't seen you in over a year. How are you doing? How is Mark?" Says Charlie.
"Terrible." I say blankly.
"You know Callie, if he ever tries to hurt you, I will kill him!" He says with bitterness in his voice.
"Yeah, I know I have been getting that a lot lately. I can take care of myself." I say.
"I know you can Callie, but sometimes you have to let people in." Says Charlie.
"I am okay, Charlie I promise." I say as I lie through my teeth.
"Then, why are you calling me?" He says.
He is right, but I am doing this for Brandon. "I am struck in money problems, I am wondering if I can resume my "job" there?" I ask.
"You know I don't like you working here, and you don't like working either." Says Charlie.
"Please Charlie can I?" I hate begging.
"Ok, tomorrow at 9 o clock in the morning."
"Thanks Charlie. I love you."
"I love you too, baby doll." Then he hangs up.
"Hello, California." I say with a sign.