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Calvin's POV

-December 20th, 2010-

We had arrived in Vermont in the morning. My mom didn't even stay for the trip. She just took off. I huffed. She took me away from the person I wanted to be with because she says she loves me and then doesn't even bother to stay with me until I get to my grandparents?

I didn't speak to case worker. He was just as bad as my mom. He's the one that helped take me away. I don't care if that's his job. Couldn't he have given me a minute more with Olivia?

I miss her so much already.

"You'll love it here." He tells me before knocking. His way of reassuring me, I guess.

It wasn't working. Mostly because I did not want to be here. There was only one place I really wanted to be. That was in New York with Olivia. These people will probably be too old to want to do anything fun, unlike Olivia who played with me a lot.

A really older woman answered the door. She smiled at me, but there was something about her that scared me. Then, I wasn't sure why. She seemed like the typical nice old lady or grandma. What's scary about it?

But it didn't take me long to find out.

"Mister and Miss Drecker?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Paul Verecca. We spoke on the phone." He says.

"Right."

"Well, this Calvin. Your grandson."

"Right."

"May we come in? Where is Mister Drecker?" He asks. I wondered that myself. Though a part of me was hoping he was dead. Then maybe they could deem her unfit to look after me since she seemed really old. I hoping that was a way back to Olivia; I would have given anything to go back to her.

We stepped inside. Then a younger looking man came out. I didn't like the way he looked at me either. I just had this feeling that something was off about these people.

I hate that I was right.

"Our grandson." My grandmother tells him.

"Kevin, right?"

"Calvin." I corrected.

"Okay."

I turned to Paul when he said he was going to leave. I didn't want him to leave me here, especially all alone with these people. They scared me and not only that, I didn't want to stay here. I just wanted to be with Olivia. Why couldn't they just listen to what I had to say?

"Call me if you need anything." Paul pats my shoulders before leaving.

"I'm going out for a beer." Is what my grandfather says once Paul had left. I glanced at the clock that was on the wall. Wasn't it a bit early for that? But I guess if it's never too early for my mom take her pills, then it's never too early for a drink.

I hope he doesn't drink too much. I hate the smell of alcohol.

Another thing I miss about living with Olivia. She never smelled like beer like my mom did a lot. She also never was all out of it like my mom was after she took a lot of her pills.

My grandmother takes me to my bedroom.

"Now, let's see the rest of the house." She says as I plopped down onto my bed.

"No."

"I said—"

"Just go away!" I said, all I wanted to be was alone.

I felt her grab the back of my shirt and then she smacked me hard across the face. I stared at her in shock.

"You don't ever raise your voice." She told me. It sounded like a threat. I didn't think I was that loud. Was I yelling? I didn't think I was. And I thought she would have understood this change was a bit hard; but I was wrong.

"I-I'm tired—" I tried to explain then why I just wanted to be left alone and why I wasn't up to seeing the rest of the house, but then she slapped me again; harder this time.

"Consider this your warning." She said before letting me fall back onto the bed. Now, I knew it was a threat.

"You don't ever say 'no'" That was the last thing she said to me before leaving the room.

I laid on the bed and brought my knees to my chest. I let out a shaky breath, trying not to cry. I knew there was something wrong with her. Why did hit me? Would she hit me like that again?

But I didn't know then, is that I would have begged for her to do that to me again.

That slap was the best punishment I ever got.

-October 3rd, 2011-

I was brought to that foster home that night.

I didn't say a word, even when the case worker tried to talk to me. I just pressed my head up against the window and cried as she drove. Why does this always happen to me? I thought the judge was going to help me? Why did she do the one thing I didn't want.

She stopped in front of a big house that seemed pretty old. It reminded me of something I saw in a horror movie once; that had scared me to death for a week; and that was only a movie.

The case worker opened the door.

"I promise you'll love it here." She says.

I spit at her.

I was not going to love it here. The only place I wanted to be was with Olivia. She was the only person that really wanted me. She loved me. And they took me away from her.

No one would love me.

"Let's go." She pulled me out of the car. I guess that pissed her off, but I didn't care. I dragged my feet, following behind her up the stairs to the house. She knocked first and then rang the door bell when nobody answered. This woman with long red hair came out.

"Yes?" She asked as she looked at her and then at me.

I didn't like her already.

"Rachel, this is Calvin." She said.

"Right. You're a bit early." Rachel said. Would that be a problem? Maybe she will actually check to make sure she's not leaving me with a psycho? "Do you need to step inside?" The woman asked, almost sounding worried.

Maybe I wouldn't be staying here.

I smile a bit. I didn't want to. I didn't like her just from knowing her a minute. The case worker was about the step inside the house when her cell phone started to ring. She answered it and was only there for maybe thirty seconds.

"Actually I have to go." She said.

I guess I thought wrong; I should have known nothing goes the way I want it to.

Rachel pulls me inside and I almost tripped. Once inside, I noticed how dirty and cluttered this place was. Then my ears were filled with the sound of screaming. I wanted to hold my ears, it was so loud.

"QUIET!" Rachel screamed, which startled me; it got quiet after that. She then pulled me upstairs to one of the bedrooms. The bed was small and looked really old, but I guess it was better than just an old dirty mattress. I put my bag onto the bed.

"STEPHEN!" The woman, Rachel, just screamed.

In less then ten seconds is when this tall boy with red hair stood in the door way.

"Yes, Miss Rachel?" He asks. Do we have to call her that?

"This is Callum. I want you to show him around, introduce him to the other boys, and make sure he understands the house rules." She tells him and I huffed. She couldn't even get my name right? She had only heard it a minute ago.

"Yes, ma'am." He agrees as the woman left the room.

"So what's your actual name? She always gets them wrong the first time." He asks me.

"Calvin."

"She called me Stefan, my first night here. Don't worry, she'll learn it." He tells me and I grin a bit, but it quickly went away. "Come on, I'll show you around the house."

I slowly follow him outside. He walked me all around the house which had a huge tree in the middle of the backyard. Then there was a garden on each sides of the steps to get to the back door. On one side, there were flowers, and on the other, there were vegetables. As we were about to leave the back, this shorter boy wearing a blue plaid shirt that was too big for him got in our way.

"Who's the shrimp?"

"Go away, Billy." Stephen tells him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Stevie, I could tell Miss Rachel where you are really going tomorrow." The boy, Billy, replied as we started to walk past him. Stephen stopped. He looked frustrated. He took a deep breath and turned to face him again.

"Calvin."

"Go do the dishes." Billy says.

"Miss Rachel said I have to—"

"I mean tonight, dumbass." Billy cuts him off.

"It's your turn. I did them yesterday and the day before that. I'm not doing them again. I have work to do tonight." Stephen tells him.

"Well you'll be sorry..." He trails off.

"Billy, I've done them for you for two days. That's enough. I have to finish my project for school. If I don't—" Stephen tried to explain, but then Billy cut him off again.

"...if you don't, Miss Rachel will have your ass and blah. She'll have more than that if she finds out you are really going to see Cindy instead of working on a group project." Billy smirked. I looked up at Stephen, who looked frustrated, angry, but also defeated.

"Fine."

"Don't worry, you can always stay up till three in the morning to finish." Billy laughed before walking away.

"Come on, Calvin." He showed me inside the house and then Miss Rachel told him to take me outside to help pick vegetables from the garden. Apparently she would be using them to make dinner. Stephen showed me how and then slowly, we picked them.

"What was he talking about before?" I ask.

"Who? Billy?"

I nodded.

"I told Miss Rachel I was going to be gone all day because of a study group, but I'm going to see my girlfriend, Cindy." Stephen explains. "Billy snoops around and when he finds out things, he'll use it to blackmail you into doing stuff. So try and avoid him as much as possible."

I nodded.

"Wouldn't he just tell Rachel?" I ask.

"Yeah. That's the worst thing he could do." Stephen says.

"Why?" I ask. I didn't understand why. Would she do something? What would she do if she found out about that?

"Lift up the back of my shirt." Stephen said without giving me an answer. I guess he wanted to show me something. I gripped the shirt with my fingers and then slowly lifted it up. I almost gasped at seeing the scars and bruises all over his back.

Did Rachel do all that?

"Did she—"

"Yes."

"What for?" I ask, almost afraid to. This seemed awfully familiar. But I'm used to my grandfather beating me. He would beat me. Sometimes my grandmother would, but mostly he would hurt me. It's strange it being a woman. Could it be just as bad or worse?

"Different things." Stephen said as he pulled down his shirt quickly. "Just remember to follow all the rules. Do whatever she says and make sure to never make her angry. When she gets angry is when it really hurts."

He shivered a bit and so did I.

"One more thing Calvin." Stephen spoke up as we stood up to take the vegetables inside for Rachel. "Make to call her Miss Rachel or ma'am."

I gulped.

The night went by for the most part alright. I did whatever she told me and made sure not to do anything stupid. I didn't want any accidents. I didn't want to chance making her angry because I was afraid she might do what she did to Stephen. I have an idea of how he got those scars. I don't want anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore.

I was doing alright. Or at least, I was surviving. Until that night.

"OLIVIA!" I woke up from a nightmare, screaming for Olivia. I had a bad dream I was back with my grandparents. I wanted her to come and rescue me again. I screamed for her and sat up in the bed. Before I could process being awake and in the foster home, not in my grandparent's or Olivia's house, I was thrown out of bed, against a wall.

"Ow." I groaned as I rubbed the top of my head. I looked up and saw Billy.

"Oh does little Colin want his mommy?"

"Calvin." I groaned.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" Rachel burst in.

"He was screaming so loud, Miss Rachel." Billy said and while she was glaring at me, I noticed him smirk at me. He leaned against my bed for a second before moving forward, looking like he jumped out of his skin. "EW! HE WET THE BED!"

I then felt it.

I did.

Oh no, why did I do that?

"Son of a bitch!" Rachel groaned before dragging me by my hair into the bathroom. She turned the tube on and threw a few things at me; one of which, including the soiled sheets. "Start scrubbing. You'll stay in here until those sheets are spotless." She said before slamming the door shut.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and started to scrub the sheets. It didn't seem to be getting any better as I continued to wash and scrub them. How long is this going to take? Am I going to be here all night? Why did I do this?

I cried as I continued to scrub.

I stopped when I heard the door open. Was she back to yell at me for crying? But then I saw it wasn't Rachel, instead it was Stephen.

"You okay?" He asks and I shake my head, after whipping the tears with the sleeve of my shirt. He then sets some clothes down on the toilet.

"What are those for? Do they need to be cleaned?" I ask.

"I figured you might want to get out of those clothes." Stephen says. "You change over there and I'll scrub."

I didn't know what to say.

"I won't look. I swear." He adds. I get up and go in the corner of the bathroom. I get out of the soiled clothes and put on the fresh ones. I felt a little better. I then put the soiled clothes in the tub so I could scrub those. I guess I have to clean those too.

I look up at seeing that Stephen wasn't leaving.

"Sorry, I woke you." I said. He must have been up because of that.

"You didn't." He tells me. "I had just finished my project when I heard you scream and then Billy told me what happened."

I looked away. This is humiliating. It was stupid. Why did I do that? I'm twelve not a two year old.

"Calvin, it's okay. It happens." Stephen says.

I didn't really believe him, well I guess he's right, but I still hate that I did it.

"Why don't you lay down and get some sleep while I scrub? I'm not tired, so I can do it. I've had practice and can probably do it faster." Stephen offers but I shake my head.

"No, it's my mess—"

"Calvin, you'll need your sleep for the morning." Stephen says. Right, he won't be here and I'm sure now Rachel is going to be on me while Billy tries to make my life miserable.

I laid down on the floor. It was cold, but it wasn't that bad. I've done it before when I was still living with my grandparents.

"So who's Olivia? Is that your mom?" Stephen after a while asks.

"No." I said. I wish she was.

"Who is she?

"The only person that cared about me." I said honestly. I wish she was my mom. Then maybe I would be at her apartment with her instead of here. I miss her so much. "She's a cop. She took care of me but she's not my real mom, so they took me away and brought me here."

"Was she nice?"

"She was the best." I said. I wanted to cry because I missed her so much.

"Do you miss her?"

I whimpered as I nodded.

"It'll be okay. Soon, it won't hurt as much anymore." Stephen said, but that didn't make me feel any better. It didn't help at all. It just made things worse. I just wanted Olivia. I didn't want to live here with Rachel and these other boys. Though Stephen is nice, the only place I want to be is with Olivia. I felt okay when I was with her.

Now I'm not okay.

-Present-

The next day I woke up and Stephen had made my bed up with new sheets and put me on it to sleep. I woke up at the sound of Rachel's screams. She made me set the table for breakfast. I wasn't allowed to have any; my second part of my punishment for earlier. I didn't get any dinner last night either as I'm allergic to sesame seeds, which she had put in the food. She refused to make anything else.

After that she made me go scrub the bathroom floors. I felt tired and also exhausted from the all scrubbing. By the time I finished, she came in and dragged me downstairs.

I thought she was taking me to do something else, but then I saw Olivia. I ran into her arms. I almost couldn't believe she was here.

She gave me some food and I laid there in her arms. I felt safe in her arms. I felt happy.

Apparently they were there not to rescue me, but to get the rest of my statement about what my grandparents did to me. I didn't even care; I was just happy to see Olivia. I wasn't really wanting to talk about the details, but I did it so I could just lay there in Olivia's arms instead of getting pulled away to get yelled at and do who knows what else.

I told them, slowly. I wanted to stay here with them for as long as possible. I felt so tired. I just wanted to sleep, but I knew if I did, she would leave me.

Why did she have to leave me?

"Are you two done with him?" Rachel barges in and asks. I grasp onto Olivia, tightly. I was afraid of her pulling me away.

"A few more minutes." Elliot tells her.

"Please hurry it up. The other boys want to show Calvin around." She said. I gripped her tighter. I already saw the place. Stephen showed me around yesterday. What does she really mean? Were the boys going to do something to me? Was she going to do something to me?

I don't really want to know.

"Olivia, we do need to go."

"NO! DON'T LEAVE ME, OLIVIA!" I screamed. She couldn't leave me here. Why was she going to leave me again? Why can't she just take me home with her? That's all I want. I'd do anything just to go with her.

"Calvin, it's okay." Olivia said. Why does she always say it was going to be okay when it's not? It's never okay. Once she leaves me, everything goes wrong.

"NO, IT'S NOT! I HATE IT HERE! THEY'RE TERRIBLE TO ME! I DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE! Please, don't leave me here." I begged.

"I don't want to. But I have to." Olivia said. Why did she have to? This isn't fair. I was safe with her. I'm not safe here. Why can't she just take me with her? Olivia then pushes me out of her arms. Why did she do that?

She doesn't want you.

I wanted to cry; my lip began to quiver.

Olivia crouched down to look at me, no longer than a second later.

"You have to stay but I will come back to see you soon. I promise." Olivia tells me and I throw my arms around her as I began to cry.

"Let's go Calvin!" Rachel burst in and said; she sounded angry; I felt scared.

"I love you." Olivia whispered to me just before Rachel grabbed me and pried me out of her arms and away. I wanted to just run back to her. I would've tried, but I knew that would be useless. Olivia wouldn't take me with her and that would just earn me a beating or something. Olivia was going to leave me here no matter what; maybe I should give up on the idea of ever being truly rescued.

Rachel dragged me away so I could do the dishes and then clean the bedrooms. After that was finished, she didn't care what I did as long as I didn't break anything. I went outside and sat against the front of this giant pine tree. I whimpered. I felt so tired, but I couldn't sleep. I missed Olivia so much already, but that didn't matter. She was never going to get me out of here; she wasn't going to rescue me. I'm left all alone here with this horrible woman; maybe she doesn't really want me.

"Oh look, he's a crybaby." I look up at feeling something hard hit me in the head; It was a small rock. I see Billy and a few other boys standing in front of me, so I wipe my tears.

"Go away." I said.

"Hey, don't be rude. We just wanted to know if you wanted to play a game with us." Billy says, but I don't trust him. Stephen said not to trust him. He just liked to blackmail people into doing whatever he wanted to avoid getting punished by Rachel.

"Leave me alone!" I said. Even if he was telling the truth, I wasn't in any mood for playing games. I was too upset and tired. I just wanted to be alone. I got up and walked past them. But quickly I feel my arm being pulled back. It hurt. Then the other boys, following behind Billy, drag me behind the big tree I had been sitting under.

"Now we were just trying to be nice." Billy claimed. "Now I think we'll play a different game instead."

The two older boys held me down hard against the ground. I tried to get out of their grasp and get away, but it was useless. They were both bigger and stronger than me. I couldn't get away. I looked over at Billy as he took out a cigarette and lit it.

I felt scared.

"The new game is called 'Try Not to Scream'" Billy adds after he took a puff.

"Wait—No—Stop!" I pleaded as he pulled up my shirt. He then put the lit end of the cigarette on my chest. I screamed and then Billy slapped me in the face.

"You're not supposed to scream." Billy said after taking another puff.

"Please—don't—"

He put the lit cigarette on my chest five more times and I screamed for each one of them. One of my boys had to cover my mouth so no one could hear me. It burned. It hurt so badly. I cried and begged for him to stop, but he didn't. He then moved onto my arms. He said, if I didn't stop screaming, then he wouldn't stop. I tried, but it hurt so badly. I couldn't stop myself. I screamed and cried out for Olivia, wishing she would stop them. I just wanted it to stop.

I lost count after a while.

The last time he held the cigarette to my arm, I bit my tongue, trying with everything I had not to scream. Tears ran down my face. It felt like he was holding it there forever. It was so long but eventually he put it out.

"You win. Now that wasn't so hard." Billy said with a laugh as I laid there, with tears going down my face. "That was fun Cal. Now remember, you can't tell Miss Rachel or else I'll tell you were smoking weed. She'll get the belt out then."

He laughed as he walked away.

I wanted to get up but it hurt too much to move. I wanted to scream that it hurt. I want to sob so loudly that the neighbors would hear and help me, but I can't.

No one is going to help me.

Later that day, Rachel tried to get me to do something—I can't remember what—but I didn't want to move. I had finally been able to move to go inside. I had made it to my bedroom and was in bed. I was crying. I just wanted to lay there and cry for hours. I was in so much pain. But she wanted me to do something and demanded to know why I couldn't. So I told her I got burned by Billy; she didn't believe me. So like Billy said, she beat me with her belt. It hurt a lot. It added to the pain I was feeling from those burns.

Then she made me mop the kitchen floor.

I force myself to do it, afraid of the punishment of disobeying.

She then beat me when I finished as I had accident knocked over one her plates, that shattered all over the floor. She then made me clean up the mess.

I forced myself to do it no matter how much pain I was in.

She didn't let me have dinner as she doesn't reward liars with food; I didn't lie, but she didn't believe me. I guess that counts as lying in her eyes.

It was dark out. It had and was still snowing outside as I could see in the window now. It probably was freezing out there. I guess I should be grateful to have a roof over my head; though I'm not. This place sucks. I hate the kids and I hate Rachel.

"I hate it here." I said as I crashed onto my bed.

"Colin, go take out the trash." Rachel tells me and I sigh. I'm too exhausted and in too much pain to argue or even correct her on my name. I take the trash out to the curb. I pant for a minute once I had done so as my limbs were aching. I slowly approached the front door only to find that it was locked. Did Billy lock me out?

"Hello? Can someone let me in?" I called.

"Since you hate this house so much, you can sleep outside with the garbage tonight." I hear Rachel say and then a second later the porch light goes out.

I sat down on the porch where it was dry. I began to shiver. I was only wearing a long sleeve and some sweat pants. I also had wet socks on as I had the stupid idea I was only going to be out here for a few minutes. I didn't think I'd need shoes or a jacket to keep warm. I sat there for a while before easing into laying down on the porch. The wind started to blow towards me. It was so cold. Some snow that was falling even came onto me. But I didn't move to another spot. I was in too much pain. After a while of lying there, just shivering and being in agony, my eyes felt heavy.

Would I would die here tonight?

Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing.

I wouldn't hurt anymore.

Maybe it would be better if I was dead; no one loved me anyways.

Olivia's POV

I had called and tried catching anyone that could help me. I needed to get Calvin out of that foster home as soon as possible. But no one was really letting me have the time of day. I was frustrated. I don't even really care about Calvin staying with me as long as he is in a place where he isn't at harm; I know he isn't safe there.

"Are you sure you're not just overreacting?" Elliot asks me as he puts a coffee on my desk. I had thrown myself into work. It's not like I had a kid to take care of now; I have tons of time on my hands that needs to be wasted.

"What would give you that idea?" I ask.

"I mean, foster homes can be rough but it's been one day. Are you sure the kid isn't just saying that because he really just wants to go with you?" Elliot questions. I almost laugh at the allegation. I mean, I know Calvin wants to be with me as much as I want him to, but I know he wouldn't make that up; I believe him.

"El, you didn't see that look in his eyes." I told him. I knew that he was scared. I had to get him out of there and away from that women.

"Liv, there's nothing more you can do tonight. You should go home and get some sleep. Then you could go check on Calvin tomorrow. I'm sure he'll be fine." Elliot tells me. I sighed and was about to get up when my cell phone rang. It was an unknown number.

I answered.

"Olivia Benson."

"Are you that cop?" A young male voice asks.

"Who is this? How did you get this number?" I ask.

"My name is Stephen and your card was in his pocket."

"Calvin?" I asked. It had to be him.

"Yeah. He talked about you. He talked about this cop, whom actually cared about him. Her name was Olivia, so I'm assuming that's the person I'm talking to."

"Yes, this is her. Did something happen? What's going on?" I ask as I glance at my watch. It was almost two in-the-morning. Why would someone be calling me about Calvin at this time? Oh god, something has to be wrong.

"He's hurt. Badly."

"What happened?" I asked again, more serious this time.

"I-I don't know. I've been gone all day and I just got back and found him outside." The boy, Stephen explained. He sounded scared too. "You need to hurry. I d-don't know what to do."

"Help is on the way."

"Get a bus and cops to the Wilkin's foster home." I said as I hung up and quickly put on my coat. I called for a bus on my walkie.

"Liv, what happened?"

"Calvin." Is all I said before we rushed to the crime scene. So many thoughts were rushing through my head on the drive. Was Calvin hurt really bad? How was he hurt? What happened exactly? Would he still be alive when I got there? Was he even alive when that boy called me?

I could see a tall boy holding another smaller body in his arms. I ran out over to them.

Please be alive.

"I put my jacket on him…" The boy, whom must be Stephen, told me. "…but I don't know how long he's been out here."

"Oh Calvin." I felt like I was going to cry.

I took him in my arms from the boy and walked over to the ambulance as it pulled up.

"There's a pulse." The doctor said as they got him onto a gurney. I felt like my heart started to beat again at hearing he was alive. I stroked his hair but then frowned at seeing something on him. I lifted his shirt up an inch more and saw rows of burns marks from cigarettes.

Somebody burned Calvin.

"He's hurt." I said, my voice breaking.

"Liv." I hear Elliot's voice.

"Does it look like he's okay to you?" I said, moving past him to the boy, Stephen, whom was standing next to a blonde girl. "Stephen, tell me what you know?"

"I have been gone all day. I was staying with my girlfriend, Cindy. I just needed to get out of here for a day so I told Miss Rachel that I had a study group. Anyways we got here at ten before one and that's when I saw Calvin. I put my jacket on him. I found that card in his pocket. He was saying your name in a mumble. He just wanted you. So I called you." Stephen explained.

"He has cigarette burns on him." I said, wondering if he knew anything.

"That's Billy, another kid that lives loves to smoke. Miss Rachel hates the smell so it couldn't be her." He said and I felt sick. So there was a psycho kid here that has been hurting Calvin?

"But if he has marks from a belt, that was Miss Rachel." Cindy speaks up.

"Cindy stop." Stephen pleading, he sounded scared.

"Stephen has marks all over. When they do or say something she doesn't like, she beats them with a belt, hits them, and sometimes she will even make them sleep outside. I guess that's what happened to him." Cindy explains, refusing to listen to her boyfriend.

"She's not usually this hard on the new kids. She usually waits a few days before coming down hard with the punishments." Stephen says, but that wouldn't help her; luckily.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Rachel screams as she walks outside.

"You made one of your foster children sleep outside?" I ask.

"STEPHEN YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU SAY? OR WAS IT THAT BITCH OF YOURS?!" She screamed as she tried to lunge at the two young kids. I held her back from getting even remotely close to them.

"I didn't say anything." Stephen said, looking terrified. I could see the other kids in the house, almost all of them seemed terrified of her.

"Rachel Wilkins, you are under arrest for child abuse and endangering the welfare of a child." I said and then I read her rights before putting her in the back of the police car, where she claimed these children needed to be disciplined; I didn't want to hear it.

"OLIVIA! OLIVIA!" I heard Calvin scream and I went over to him.

"It's okay baby, I'm here." I said.

"I told you it wouldn't be okay. I told you they were horrible." Calvin said with tears running down his face. "It hurts so much."

"I know, I'm so sorry. But you won't be staying with them anymore." I told him as I stroked his hair.

"I want to stay with you." Calvin said and I frowned. "No! Don't put me in another foster home please! They are going to hurt me again!"

"Calvin, they're not all like that." I tried to reassure him.

"NO! EVERYTIME YOU LEAVE ME SOMEONE HURTS ME! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH SOMEONE ELSE! I WANNA BE WITH YOU!" He screamed and sobbed. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him in my arms.

I wish there was more I could do.

"Olivia." I look up and see Trevor Langan was here; what was a lawyer doing here?

"DON'T LEAVE ME, OLIVIA!" Calvin screamed, in panic.

"It's okay baby, I'm right. Just a few feet away." I told him as I stood only just that from the gurney.

"I'm so sorry this happened, Olivia." Langan said.

"Me too." I said, trying not to cry at the thought of what that woman did to Calvin. He keeps getting hurt by these people that are supposed to take care of him. Why does this amazing little boy have to suffer so much?

"But I have good news." Langan says. I almost wanted to laugh; nothing he could possibly say could put me in a good mood or anything along those lines. Calvin was hurt again and soon would have to be placed in another foster home; who knows if he'll be safe there.

"I seriously doubt it's something I want to hear right now." I told him, trying to walk away; he stops me.

"You will."

"Fine. What is it?" I sighed.

"I got you a fostering license. You are a certified foster parent." Langan shows me the document and I look it over; he was telling me the truth. I am a foster parent. I look over at Calvin and then back to Langan; was this for real?

"Does this mean…?"

"Calvin can go home with you."

A/N: You will see more flashbacks from Calvin's time with Katrina and Robert, but I wanted to start off with the lightest part of the abuse. So even though he escaped them, Calvin isn't in a good home situation. But now Olivia is his foster parent. Rachel Wilkins in portrayed by Julianne Moore, Stephen is portrayed by KJ Apa, and Billy is portrayed by Brendan Meyers. Please don't forget to review.