She was taken back by Olmsteads.

Stef words echo in my ears. Out of everything, I loose Sarah again. I'll probably never be able to get her back, thanks to my bad luck. My head starts to fog up, and I feel dizzy. Not Sarah. They should have taken me. I hear one of them call me, to tell me to sit down, but I can't. Not when Sarah is stuck with Liam.

It took them two months for them to finally get back at me.

"You promised me that we would be safe here!" I was stupid enough to believe them. They jump in surprise when I slam my hand onto the table in my anger. This is not the first time this happened. All because I am not here when Sarah needs me. I am never here when she needs me. No wonder why she does not trust me anymore. How could she? I basically leave her all by herself, and I still tell her that I will protect her? Only an idiot would believe me.

"I want to see her! Stef, you are a cop! Go get her back! You can do that, right?" I say loudly, trying to calm myself down. Stef and Lena can figure this out, I know they can. Stef can go get her. Or go to court or something. I tell myself to let them take care of it, because I know that the next time I see any of them, I will end up snapping. And then I would end up getting pushed into the back of Stef's car.

"Brandon, calm down, we're working on it. We'll go to the judge tomorrow, okay? You are going to school."

"I am still going to school? No! I wanna come with you!" I say, my new anger giving them another reason for me to go to school. But I need to make sure that Sarah comes back. I promised myself that I would do anything to help her. This is when I should be doing anything to help her, but instead I'm yelling at Stef and Lena.

"Brandon," Stef says so calmly, it makes me want to yell at her. How could she be so calm? They took my sister back. And nobody bothered to get me, or to stop them. I can see why. It is not like Stef and Lena want to adopt her. "You, Jude, Mariana, and Jesus are still going to school, because none of you are witnesses. Callie is coming with Lena and I."

I do not answer her, I just can not bring myself to it. Sarah is only going to hate me even more if that is possible. Then I would not be able to protect her. My eyes meet Callie was I look away from Stef and Lena, and I let them stay there. Her brown eyes showing concern, pleading me almost. As if to plead me to talk to her when everybody else is gone. When we're in her room alone at eleven at night, arguing about me sleeping on the floor. But there is more than just that, and I know what she is actually pleading me. To trust her, to let her take care of this with Stef and Lena. Promising me that she can get Sarah back.

The truth is, I do believe her. I trust her enough to let her do this for me, but I always ruin it right before she seems to feel like that I actually do trust her. Trust is a strong thing that always haves to be earned. The only thing that she does not know is that I have trusted her since the day I first met her, in the back of that police car. The look in her eyes gave it all away, and I just lost Lou. I needed somebody else to trust. And Callie got mine in less than a minute. I might have regretted it, but now I could not be so happy at myself for trusting her. I trusted her to help Sarah. But to help me? I don't know yet. Nobody can help me.

I want to say something, to tell Stef and Lena that I want Sarah to be back at home when I get home, but I can't tell them that. They have already done enough stuff for me. Now they are fighting for me. "I'm going to bed." I mutter, not expecting anybody to hear me.

"That's a good idea," Lena says. "Lets all go to bed, we all have a busy day tomorrow."

Callie is the first one up, following me to her own room, and I contain myself from slamming the door behind me. I ignore her staring, and pull my shirt over my head before lying down on the floor. I hear her sigh, and turn off her light before she gets into her bed. Even though both of us are awake, we don't say anything. I wait for Callie to say something, she's always the one to start our conversations.

When I start to think about saying something first, she beats me to it. "I heard that it's not healthy to go to bed angry."

"Well, that's too bad, 'cause I'm going to bed." I say, not in the mood to deal with what Callie wants to say to me. We'll just end up fighting.

Callie is quiet for a few moments, before she talks again. "It's not healthily to go to bed angry," She repeats quietly, and I hear her sheets shifting. "Come here, I wanna see you when I try to talk to you."

I groan, and roll over, only to see Callie in her bed, leaning on her elbows, the sheets pushed back as she looks at me. I want to turn down her offer, but at the same time I want to take it, and actually talk to her. Without either one of us getting mad at each other.

I get to my feet, grabbing the pillow I took from her bed the first night I started sleeping in her room, I surprises me that it was almost two months, each night filled with tension. But none of it is here anymore.

I climb into the bed next to her, making sure that there's space between us. I don't want to get too close to her, but Callie doesn't even seem to mind anymore.

"I'm sorry about Sarah," Callie tells me, and I know she means it. Her eyes are still begging me to promise her. "But I know that's not the only thing bothering you, Brandon."

Callie's eye are red, and I can tell she's tired, the small dark circle underneath her eyes. "It's nothing, Cals," I say, and I know I surprised her. "What's wrong with you? You've been crying."

Callie shrugs as if it's nothing, but I really do care about what she has to say, not that any of if it is my business. "Wyatt and I broke up," Callie tells me and she gives me a smile. Smiling over a break up. "You know, at first I was upset about it, but then I really didn't care about it. I didn't even feel upset about it, I was only upset for like a minute. Sucks, right?"

I don't know what to say. "I guess."

"It's just Wyatt, I always knew that it wasn't going to work out, we were best friends before we started dating. It happened one day when he said he loved me. Not that I believed him," Callie pauses, and her fingers find my arm, sliding down until mine meet her, and laces her fingers through mine. I don't pull my hand away from hers, my skin is still tingling from where her touch was before. "I know this sounds really stupid and everything, but sometimes I just wonder you know? Why people say they love somebody."

I'm silent for a few minutes, and I want to look away from her gaze, but I can't bring myself to it. Without thinking, I push some hair behind her ear. "He didn't deserve you anyways." I tell her, and she smiles.

"More like I didn't deserve him, B. People deserve somebody a lot better than me."

I don't answer her at first, pushing the memories of Lou out of my head. "Who told you that? Wyatt?"

Callie just shrugs, biting her lip. "No, but other people have. My Foster Fathers. Or mothers, anyone besides my family."

"Talya told that you don't deserve him?"

"They dated for a while, so I guess I could understand why she said that."

"Because she's delusional, that's why."

My words bring a small smile to her face, and I can't help but smile myself. "Like Taylor Swift." Callie says quietly, and I laugh.

"Yeah, like Taylor Swift. Expect she's a Weasley."

"Same thing."

I close my eyes, remembering the last time Lou and I were happy around each other. It consisted of a very important discussion about Harry Potter. "You're a better kisser." I tell her without thinking, and Callie doesn't say anything at first.

She doesn't seemed fazed by the fact that it was day we actually met, recognition flashes across her face, but she doesn't say anything at first. Callie looks back at me, "Well, I would hope so."

"That's not the only thing you're good at," I say quickly, due to the coldness in her words. "You're good at math and play the guitar."

Callie looks at me, "Sometimes I wonder if things would be different if we didn't meet in the back of a police car."

Her words bring a smile to my face. Things wouldn't be that different. At least that's what I think. In the end, I would have probably ended up here because it's a good house. But if I didn't, I feel like we would meet each other more normally, like bumping into each other at school or having to work together for a project.

It does not matter how I met her. I am happy that I did meet her.

"I don't think would've made a difference," I tell her quietly, closing my eyes. "I'd probably still end up here."

I can tell Callie smiles, and with out thinking, I kiss her. It could be because I felt like I needed to kiss her before I go crazy. Or because I had no idea what to do anymore. Callie surprises me when she kisses me back, pulling at my hair.

Her lips are soft against mine, like they were a year ago, and when she does start to pull away, I move mine against hers desperately. As stupid as it sounded, I wanted this. So bad. But it's something I can never have, no matter how much I fight for it.

My hands slide up her back, and she still doesn't stop me. But she should. I need her to stop me, so I don't do something that both of us will end up regret.

"Brandon." Callie says, and I pull away from her.

"Sorry," I say quickly, shaking my head. "I didn't mean to, I- sorry." I turn around, my back facing her. I can't look at her. Not after I did that, if I do, I'll end up kissing her again.

Callie doesn't say anything else, even though I was hoping that she would say something, anything. But what she does next is better than words. Her fingers brush gently against mine like they did minutes ago, and I take her small hand in mine.