Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians! I am grateful for many things, but The Fosters is definitely a big one! So anyways, this chapter ends in quite a cliff-hanger, and an intense one at that. So the first memory is going to connect to the last one, that's why I wrote it! Anyways I hope you enjoy guys! Hope you have a great week!

Callie felt safe in her bed. With the covers draped around her, and her head tucked comfortably over the pillow, there wasn't one sense of discomfort. Everything was warm. Her body felt warm, her heart did, too.

The dream was a sweet one. Laughing in a meadow with her mother, her father and brother tossing around a football. It seemed like they were having a picnic. There was a basket leaning crookedly empty on the blanket they had brought. Callie and her mother were eating blackberries, the delicious flavour bursting into their mouths at every bite.

Jude and Donald kept tossing around the ball, Jude dropping it occasionally, Donald teasing him lightly every time he did. It was almost a memory. But memories were supposed to be things that happened, not things we wish would have. Those were dreams. And this was a dream.

Suddenly, the image of a beautiful green meadow and bright yellow sun beaming over them, drowning into the pale blue of the sky and the swirly white clouds had dissipated. It was replaced with another dream. Everything had turned dark. All Callie saw was a mahogany colored sky dotted with piercing black clouds and an oddly deep orange sun. And then everything panned down, like in a movie.

All of a sudden, the only thing the girl saw was the repeated Image of a women flying out the windshield of a car like a ragdoll. Over, and over, and over, and over. But this wasn't simply just any women, this was her mother. And this wasn't just a dream. This was a memory.

Callie's eyes burst open, a loud gasp escaping her lips. Instinctively, she looked around the room, only to find the body of her brother facing her from his bed across the room, the boys' eyes wide open. The fifteen year old let out a large sigh and dropped back down onto her small bed, her head banging against her pillow.

"Its fine, Jude," she whispered, loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to wake their foster father. "It was just a bad dream. You can go back to sleep now."

"What was it about?" The eleven year old asked persistently, tucking his covers closer to him. Jude was always fascinated when Callie had nightmares; she rarely had nightmares. Little did the boy know, she had them almost every night, but Callie's always been better at hiding her feelings. She always was.

"Nothing you need to know about," Callie insisted, turning onto her other side, her back facing the younger boy. "Now go back to sleep, we have school tomorrow." Despite Callie's best attempts, no matter how many times she tried closing her eyes it wouldn't work. Every time she tried, all she saw was her mother flying out of the windshield. She figured it'd be best to keep them open instead. Besides she'd have to be up in only four more hours.

"Was it about Mom?" Jude had asked curiously. He leant his head heavily against the pillow, burying the side of his head further into it, thinking it'd give him comfort. Instead, he still felt the emptiness; the space in his heart where his mother should be.

"Mhm," Callie murmured in confirmation. Jude just nodded solemnly, closing his eyes tightly. "What did you see?" Callie didn't want to answer, but she knew he'd keep on asking, so she did.

"Her death." She answered him, but she never said she'd answer him completely. Besides, he knew how it happened, he'd dreamt about it too. They both have. This wasn't her first time, and it wouldn't be her last.

"You saw her fly out the windshield, huh?" Callie didn't have to nod, she didn't have to say anything either. The silence was the answer. It usually always was with Callie and nightmares. Unlike her brother, she despised talking about her feelings. No matter how many times she told Jude it's better to talk it out when he'd get nightmares, she'd never listen to herself.

If Callie ever listened to most of the things she'd tell Jude, she couldn't imagine what would happen. Jude's young, she's forced to tell him comforting white lies sometimes. But Callie was the older one; she wasn't supposed to listen to what she told an eleven year old boy to make him feel better.

"It's alright, Cal," Jude whispered softly, trying to make her feel better. Callie laughed lightly at him. His attempts were adorable. Just the fact that he tried was adorable.

"I know that, Bud. Go back to sleep," she whispered quietly to him, and she could hear the rough texture of his pillow moving, indicating he had nodded. "G'night, Buddy."

"G'night, Callie. If you dream about her again tonight, just come in bed with me."

And this time, she laughed loudly. Adorable.

"Please!" It wasn't supposed to come out sounding like she was begging, but it did.

"Callie, I don't know," Robert said through the phone. He wasn't willing for Callie to go over to a girl's house who she barely knew. But he was yet still willing to do almost anything for her, especially with the attitude she carried around, and the particular feelings of hatred she had towards him. Anything that could get her to have the slightest affection for him would be worth it. "You don't know her. I don't know her."

"Robert please!" Callie had yelled in a whisper, the thing you'd do to try and sound angry, yet you didn't want to embarrass yourself in public. "I'm not exactly someone who makes friends easily, just ask my moms. This would sound like a miracle to them!"

"Well Callie, I don't know if you haven't noticed but I'm not them!" Robert spat, the words falling out of his mouth before his brain could even think.

"Obviously, I have." Callie's words were as cold as ice to the man. "Fine, Callie," Robert sighed heavily. "You can go with them. Just be back by eleven or something." Callie let out a small giggle of relief. Well it wasn't that hard, was it?

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, and before she could even hear his voice, she closed the phone. Callie walked over to the two girls who sat there, waiting patiently.

"What'd your dad say?" Tessa asked, taking a sip from her water bottle, Alexis nodding behind her, curious as well.

"He said it's alright!" Callie exclaimed, a grin spread across her face, the two girls grinning as well. "That's fantastic! C'mon let's leave now, my car isn't parked far."

"Alright," Callie said, walking in between the two of them. "Oh and guys?" Callie asked, crossing her hands across her chest.

"Yeah?"

"He's not my dad."

Tristan was attractive. Tessa was attractive. Obviously, the two were dating. It always worked that way in life. Attractive people dated attractive people. Relationships worked well for attractive people, that's because attractive people like attractive people. And unattractive people, well yeah they liked attractive people, too. That was the unfortunate issue.

Callie wouldn't exactly consider herself as unattractive. But she wouldn't call herself beautiful either. People like Tessa and Alexis, well they shouldn't exactly have any problem saying it.

"So, Callie," Tristan asked, an arm wrapped around Tessa who leant her head upon his shoulder. "What do you do? For fun, I mean."

"Well," Callie started, standing straighter on the couch. "I like photography." Alexis' face light up when Callie had said photography. "Really, photography? I love photography."

"Really, that's cool. How'd you get into it?" Callie asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich Tessa had made her. "My aunt. She's got this whole business for it. She mostly takes photos for events. Kinda like weddings or birthday parties. So I guess I got it from her."

"That sounds fun, I always wished I could have my own photography business," Callie smiled, yet it wasn't a genuine one. And by the look on Tristan's face, he noticed, yet Tessa and Alexis didn't. "How about you, Cal. How'd you get into it?"

"Well there's not really much you can do when you're a twelve year old girl in the foster system during summer," Callie laughed sarcastically, Tristan noticing her hardly sensible tone once again. He was so observant. "Anyways, the mother. She had this cool camera. And there was a huge backyard, a pretty one, too. So one day I just decided to start snapping pictures. Whether it was the swing set, or the flowers, everything just turned out so… nice. I just knew, that's what I liked, and it's what I was good at." They were all just so interested. She hadn't ever seen people her age seem so intrigued in her life before. She'd barely seen older people intrigued in her life other than Stef and Lena.

"You're so amazing," Tessa admit, biting into her ham sandwich harshly. "My life is so boring, but yours, it's just one thing after the next. You're lucky."

"Please," Callie laughed bitterly, a little more than intended. "I'd be glad to trade." Tessa and Alexis grinned at her response, Tristan as well, his seeming more genuine. Suddenly, all Callie heard was the sound of a doorbell.

"I'll get it," Tessa exclaimed, jumping up to answer despite the fact that it was Alexis' house. "So, Lex," Tristan started, biting into his pulled pork sandwich. "Where are your parents?"

"On some stupid business trip somewhere, and my little brother and sister are spending the night at some friend's house." Alexis leant her head against the side of the couch across from Tristan, Callie sitting at the complete other end of her. "So they left you alone?"

"Yup, they trust me. I don't know why though, I haven't ever really done anything to prove my responsibility. If anything, I've only done the opposite," Lex laughs, biting into her salad. Tristan laughs at her response, and suddenly his face lights up when he sees someone show up.

"Axton!" He exclaims, standing from his heat to wrap the boy in a bear hug. "No fucking way!" The two laugh has they pat one another on the backs continuously. Suddenly, before Callie can even react, Alexis laughs and burst up from the chair, rushing into the boy's arms. Callie hasn't felt this awkward in ages.

"You weren't supposed to be back until next month! When Tessa told me she invited someone else I thought she meant like, Jake or something!" Axton just laughs, his blonde hair falling into his crystal blue eyes. "Yeah, we arrived earlier than expected." He tightens his grip on the girl once Tristan lets go.

Suddenly, Axton opens his bright eye, and unburies himself from Alexis' shoulder to find Callie sitting down awkwardly on the chair, fiddling with her hair. Why was everyone in this room so damn attractive? "Oh um, whose this?" Axton asked politely, unlatching himself from Alexis. "Oh right!"

Alexis moved forward, her arm still latching on to Axton's. Everyone goes back to where they sat before, but their energy but more vibrant. "Axton, this is our new friend, Callie. She just came to Archfield a few weeks ago. Callie this is Axton; he's my boyfriend. He and Tristan come from Archland School, basically the boy version of Archfield. We met them at a party."

"Nice to meet you Callie," Axton extends his hand, a wide smile spread across the boy's face. His smile was so wide and straight. His teeth were pearly white; so perfect. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that this kid was rich. His hair was neatly comedy, his sweater made out of some thick wool. And he was just so attractive. Tristan was attractive too, but differently. Tristan was a messy sexy, Axton was a neat sexy. Either way, both sexy.

"Nice to meet you," Callie smiles at him, sticking her hand out as well. His hand was clammy, yet he had a strong grip. "Axton just came back from Hawaii. He goes often. His father sometimes has a job there, and here. So basically he has two houses."

"Jeez can you make me sound more of a rich snob, Lex," Axton laughs, his eyes darting to Callie, who forces herself to smile at him the second his eyes meet hers. She couldn't afford losing the friends she barely eve started making. "Well, I'm just being honest."

"You know what," Tessa started, grasping onto her school bag which laid on the floor in front of her, opening it widely. "We should celebrate." Callie was confused at first, celebrate with what? Suddenly, Tessa takes her hand out of the bag, revealing a pack of cigarettes.

Instantly, Tristan jumps at it, grabbing the pack from his girlfriend. "Thank God!" He exclaims, taking one out from the pack and twirling it around with his long, narrow fingerers. "I haven't had a good smoke for weeks! My sister found my pack and threatened to tell my parents, but I convened her not to. The girl will accept any deal that has to do with a date with one of my good looking buddies."

Alexis laughs, reaching for one, too. Tristan throws her one, and one to Tessa. "It's been ages for me, too," Alexis states. "My parents are observant when they actually are around."

"Here you go, Ax," Tristan throws one to the boy, who catches immediately, but wears a reluctant look upon his face, barely noticeable. But Callie noticed. Callie always noticed.

"Tristan!" Tessa called out to him, too busy lighting his cigarette. "Can you actually be a good person for once and hand one to Callie?" Tristan's face lights up immediately.

"Oh right, sorry Callie," Tristan smiles at her and throws her one. Despite the fact that she caught it, in her mind she was fighting whether or not she should actually take it. "You've smoked before, right Callie?" Tristan asks, handing the lighter to Tessa.

"Umm, no actually," Callie tells the truth this time, not knowing how to lie on this one. "This is my first time." Tristan raises his eyebrows, seeming surprised. Why would he seem surprised, she didn't exactly come off as the type who would smoke, or did she? Nah.

"Well you're in for some fun then," Alexis explains, handing Callie the lighter. Callie flashes her a weak smile. Fun? She didn't think so. Callie knew better than to do something so foolish, she's much stronger than the temptation of the four other people in the room inhaling the grotesque nicotine. The dangerous nicotine. But she didn't want to lose the only friends she had. Maybe just one cigarette?

From the corner of her eye as Callie took the lighter from Alexis, all she could see was Axton look at her, curiosity written across his face. Reluctantly, Callie watched the flame light up, the orange flame dancing forward and backwards. Slowly, Callie moved the flame close to her cigarette and then, they touched. Callie watched as the tip began to burn. And then, without a second thought, she inhaled it.

She tried keeping it in, but she couldn't manage. Almost seconds later, she burst out coughing, everyone laughing slightly. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," Axton explains, a smile spread across his face. "It happened to all of us once."

"Great," Callie mutters under her breath, still coughing slightly.

"Congrats, Callie," Tessa laughs, breathing out the smoke from her nose.

"Why?"

"'Cause you're officially one of us now."

"Shit!" Callie exclaims noticing the time. "I have to be home, Robert is going to kill me!" Callie immediately rushed out of her seat, put on her vest and placed her school bag on her back.

"He told me to be back by eleven and now its midnight, I'm so fucked." Axton just laughs and stands up, unravelling himself from Alexis. "I can drive you if you want. I have to go home, too anyways." Alexis just looks up to him, surprised.

"I thought you were staying the night?" Alexis, slipped her hand into his standing up. "Tristan can drive her." Axton smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the tip of her nose, which she leant into instinctively.

"I forgot to tell you my parents texted me while I was in the bathroom," he says, grabbing his school bag as well. "I can't, they want me to unpack. But I can stay tomorrow maybe."

"Yeah, I guess," Alexis says, sounding disappointed. Callie doesn't know what to do, she doesn't want to feel like a priority she can get home herself. "Its fine, I can just take the bus."

"Hell no," Axton exclaims coming towards her. "There are lots of creeps out there on a Friday night. Or Saturday night now, I guess." Callie laughs.

"Yeah I know," she says smiling. "Trust me, I've seen. I've even lived with some. Which makes me used to it, stay with Lex, I can take the bus."

"Sorry Callie, I just can't let that happen." Axton smiles at her, his pearly white teeth flashing again. "Anyways, bye you guys." Tristan and Tessa wave them bye, explaining how they'll be stating over the night. Alexis just smiles goodbye, obviously irritated that he'd rather drive Callie home, than stay with her.

Callie enters Axton's car. Axton's expensive car. "Nice car," she states as he sits next to her, slowly driving out of Alexis' driveway. "My dad was always interested in cars. He was a mechanic. Well, he is a mechanic."

"Your dad's a mechanic? I thought he owned a huge corporation." Callie just shrugs, slouching into her seat slightly.

"Well my biological dad, Robert, he owns a corporation. But my real dad, the one who actually raised me; he's a mechanic," Callie explains, yet Axton still looks confused.

"My mom and Robert were married, but my mom wasn't exactly the wealthiest so they forced a divorce onto them. So they got divorced but my mom was still pregnant. Then, she met Donald, the mechanic, and he agreed to raise me with her." Axton just nods his head in understanding.

"So what happened now? Your mom and Robert got back together and you live with them?" Callie laughed bitterly at that one. "Oh no, no, no. My mom died when I was ten. So my brother Jude and I went into the foster system 'cause my dad was drunk driving, so he had to go to jail. Basically we had no one else so, yeah."

"Oh," Axton says awkwardly. "That's awful."

"You're the first person who hasn't apologized to me," Callie admits, looking to him, the cigarette still lingering in her breath. "You know the normal reaction. The whole 'oh I'm so sorry, dear,' kind of thing."

"Well it's not my fault, so why should I be sorry?" Callie turns her head to look at him, a smile spreading across her face. Finally, someone who thought the way she did. "So what happened then? Did Robert take in you and your brother?"

"You're a funny guy," Callie laughs at him. "You think everything happens like it should in fairy tales huh? The whole happily ever after thing."

"Not really," he states, his crystal eyes flashing to look at her, and then back at the road. "I just thought that you're someone who deserves to be happy, so maybe you got good luck."

"Yeah well, I got just the opposite of that." Callie hangs her head down a little, not wanting to make any kind of contact with him.

"After six years in the foster system with my little brother, we finally found a good home. Two women who wanted us as their own, and three other kids accepting us as their siblings, but the day the adoption came, it couldn't happen because I didn't have Robert's consent. I was so angry, why would my destiny land within the hands of a man who couldn't raise me; who didn't raise me? It wasn't fair. It still isn't fair."

"So you live with him now?" Callie just nods her head lightly.

"You know there has to be perks to living with him," Axton says, smiling brightly.

"Like what?" She asks him, smiling widely as well.

"Like you getting to meet us," he says, but then he shakes his head and smiles wider. "I think it's even better for me, though. Getting to meet you."

And before Callie can answer, all she sees is a light come fast and abruptly in the front of them. Suddenly, all she hears is a loud crash. And then, she blacks out.

Callie and Jude still couldn't sleep that night. The two of them both lay awake, staring at the wall intently.

"Callie?" The boy speaks her name quietly, not wanting to wake up their foster father. "Yeah, Bud?"

"Do you think it hurt when Mom got into the car accident?"

And Callie thought hard about this. Car accidents happened all the time, and sure it looked awful, and those who lived were gravelly injured. But those who died, they were lucky. They didn't live to feel the pain. They didn't get to remember it. And that's what makes it hurt the most; remembering.

"No," Callie says weakly. "I don't think it hurt."

Ok so if you guys are confused, yes Callie did get into a car accident with Axton! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review how you feel about the chapter! Thanks guys!