A/N: Sorry for the hiatus, but to be fair I warned you guys. The next chapter should be up on Sunday, since that's the only day I have off. I hope you enjoy it :) Please read and review. WARNING: Graphic sex scene

Chapter 10: The Confession Part 1

Brandon looked around the room that he grew up in and his chest began to hurt. It was becoming so surreal to him that in less than twenty-four hours he'd be leaving to go away to the university of his dreams. This wasn't a vacation or a short trip. He would not be returning to San Diego until the Christmas holidays.

There was a small knock on his door. Stef and Lena both walking in while holding hands. The two woman began to regain the passion in their relationship again. It was becoming clear to them that soon the only two children they would have left in this bungalow would be Jude and Emily. Maybe Callie if she was able to get cleared of the charges to come home.

"We just wanted to check up on you and make sure that you weren't forgetting anything." Lena spoke as she let go of her wife's hand and walked over to look at the suitcase her oldest son was still packing. The suitcase was open on the bed.

"I think I have everything I need." He said as he looked down at his other mom. He could see his biological mom staring at him from the corner of his eye.

"You know you are always leaving something behind." Stef said as she looked at her son who was growing up so fast. She couldn't help but think about the time the doctor placed his small body on to her chest after she just finished giving birth to him. Where had the time gone?

"You are never going to let me live down that one time." He laughed as he thought about the time that he went to go visit his grandma for the summer and he forgot to pack boxers.

She laughed as she thought about when her young son called her mortified. Telling her that his grandma had gone in the store and told everybody what had happened. As the moment passed her heart began to hurt. This was going to be one of the toughest things she would have to do as a mother. "Mom and I will be down there in a week to help you get settled."

"I know you will." The teenager could see the hurt look on his mothers' eyes. So he went up to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the head. "You know no matter what you are going to be my mom."

She gave him a hug back and let a tear run down her cheek. "I know, but it doesn't hurt any less. You'll understand one day when you have your own kids."

"Not any time soon!" Lena spoke while she stopped packing his bag.

He looked over at his other mother and waved for her to come join the hug. "You'll always be my mom too."

Lena hugged and kissed him. "I know sweetie. And I know that you will go to this school and become one of the greatest pianist of this time."

Jail

Callie was still incarcerated. The judge had decided in her bail hearing that she was too much of a flight risk because she never stayed at one place for a long time. As well as the fact that her father was rich enough to get her out of the country and live on the run for the rest of her life. So, until her actual trial that wasn't set until the summer, she was stuck in this godforsaken jail.

Jude still wasn't speaking to her. Mariana and Jesus came to visit her a couple of times, but it was a bit awkward. She had no clue where she stood with Brandon, but the last time they spoke, he still hated her. Lena came a couple of times to show her how much Emily was growing up. She was starting to walk and say a few words the last time she saw the baby. And of course Stef would check up on her whenever she had time.

"So...I know I told you that I am not your therapist the first time that we met." The lawyer looked at the teenager. It was the beginning stages of practicing for the trial. It dawned on Layla that this case might need to be fought way harder than she had first anticipated. It's never a good sign when you loose the bail hearing. It normally means the trial can replicate that same verdict. "But I am going to need to know everything about your past. And the truth about it."

The teenagers brown eyes looked up at her lawyers. The only thing that was keeping her entertained was the thoughts of her past in that jail cell, but she didn't want anybody to know the real reason her life spiraled out of control a couple months into living with the Fosters.

"Because I am putting you up on that stand. I will give you an example as to how this can go." She got up out of her seat. "Pretend that I am the defense attorney. You are on stand at trial."

"Okay."

Her demeanor changed instinctively. "So, Miss Jacobs. How did you meet, my client, Mr. Willis?"

"We met at a party."

The lawyer crossed her arms and smiled. "A party?" She walked around the room. "Did he come up to you or did you go up to him?"

"He came up to me. I don't normally walk up to guys."

"How did that night end?" The lawyer looked at the teenaged girl in the eye.

"It ended with us being together." She said vaguely.

"Were you guys together intimately that night?" The lawyer shot back harshly.

"Yes..."

"So, the first night that you met him you were sleeping with him. Don't you think sleeping with a guy the first night would make any guy think that his girlfriend would cheat on him? Were drugs apart of this night? Wasn't there a curfew that was instilled by your Foster moms to be home at a certain time? You couldn't have been home in time for that if you were obviously in a compromising position with this man that you just met." She started to throw questions left and right.

All the questions were beginning to get to Callie who just stood there in silence. She had no clue how to answer any of those questions without coming off as the bad guy.

"You see how I turned a couple of simple questions around to attack you?" Ms. Brown said as she switched back to being her lawyer. "That is what the defense is going to do. If we were on trial right now, that one moment is all we would need to seal your fate in this system." She sat across from her client. "That moment could change a jurors mind about you. We might have the forensic advantage, but they have the emotional one. And some jurors think emotionally while others think logically. We need to appeal to both types of jurors."

The teenager nodded her head yes. She had no clue just how complicated it was to go on trial. She thought for sure that if she just went on trial and told the truth, the jury would find her not guilty. But as she continued to practice for trial, it became clear it could go either way. "What do you want to know?"

"Why?" The lawyer finally asked the question that had been going through her mind since she got this case. "Your life seemed pretty put together once you moved back in with the Fosters. Why did you start doing these drugs? Why didn't you just move back in with these wonderful women who love you, when Noah started beating you? What happened?"

The teenage girl looked down at her hands, which were in handcuffs. "Brandon happened."

"I thought you two stopped seeing each other a long time ago?" The African American woman said as she looked at the teenager who was obviously keeping something in.

She let out a small chuckle and lifted her head. "We dated for a little bit while I was living with my father." This was the first time she admitted this to anybody. Until this the only other person who knew about her and Brandon was Jude. And it wasn't as if they told him.

"Okay, so I'm assuming you guys broke up? Is that the reason he hates you?"

"We broke up around the time that I moved back in with Stef and Lena." She stated as she thought about that weird time in her life. "The break up was because of the fact that he got into Juilliard. The pressure of him moving so far away for such a long period of time made our relationship crack, so we broke up."

"Is this why the drugs started to become an issue?" The lawyer continued to ponder what on earth would make a nice girl like her go down such a dark path in life.

"Not exactly. We broke up, but we continued to be friends with benefits. Every once and a while whenever we could we would still have sex." She looked up at her lawyer. "That's how my brother found out about us..."

It was almost the end of their Senior year. Brandon was in his room practicing for the upcoming orientation that he was about to do at Juilliard. There was no pressure because he was already accepted, but he still didn't want to be the weakest link out of the few students that had been accepted.

Callie knocked on the door loud enough so that he could hear it. She had on jean shorts, a tank top, and some sandals. The weather in San Diego was unbelievably hot for it to be the beginning of May. She could hear the music from the piano stop and a couple of moments later he was standing over her. All her thoughts were almost lost as she looked into his green eyes.

A smile came over his face as he saw who it was. "Come in." He opened the door to let his 'sister', inside of the room. He couldn't help but admire her long legs and curves as she stood in the middle of his bedroom.

"I got your text message." The message basically told her to meet him in his room at a certain time. It turned out that every other person in the house was out. There weren't many times like this.

He walked up to her and was about to kiss her on the lips when she placed her finger up to stop him.

"How much time do we have to ourselves?" She asked as she looked at the boy who made her heart skip a beat. They had no clue what the relationship was classified as, at this point, but they were young and having fun.

"An hour or two. Why?" He asked looking down at her.

"I just feel so dirty and sweaty." That was an understatement. The heat was extreme. There were traces of sweat forming under her arms.

Brandon got this look in his eyes as a smirk crossed his face. "I have an idea..."

Callie looked at him with wonder and then began to catch on to what he was thinking. "You are so bad."

Meanwhile, Jude walked in downstairs from hanging out with Connor after school. They were supposed to stay later, but his father called him home. Without anybody else to hang out with, he took the next available after school bus home. "Hello?" He walked into the kitchen as he called out for somebody. It was a rare moment when one of his moms weren't in the kitchen greeting them with an afternoon snack.

He walked over to refrigerator and looked at the note that was on the door from moms. It read: Momma and I are going to a lamaze class until late tonight. There is money on the counter to order pizza for dinner. -Love, Stef.

The young boy shrugged his shoulders and took a cookie from the jar that Lena had made a couple of days ago for their afternoon snack. He began to walk up the stairs when he heard noises coming from the bathroom. They were beginning to scare him. The door was open and steam was coming out of the room into the hallway. He reached for his cell phone just in case it was something where he had to call somebody. He walked over to the bathroom and began to call out, but nobody was answering him. Slowly he walked inside of the bathroom and was mortified by what he was seeing, that he dropped his cell phone on the ground.

The noise of the cell phone dropping, caught Callie's attention over the noise of the shower running. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning out in ecstasy as Brandon was grinding in and our of her. She opened her eyes and saw her brother standing there in shock. "Jude!" She called out.

Brandon who was facing toward the shower head, turned his head around to see the young boy staring at his naked butt. He quickly got out of Callie and used his hands to somewhat cover himself.

Callie got out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel from off of the floor. She tried to get closer to speak with her brother, but he ran away. "Jude!"

All his brain was telling him to do was run. So, that's what he did. He ran out of the house. He ran until his body was tired. He ran until he was unable to run anymore and that's when he realized where he had ended up. He was at the cemetery where his mother's body was buried. It was a good five miles away from where his house was. His adrenaline must've been pumping because there was no way with his lack of athletic ability would he normally be able to make it here.

The teenager made his way to his mother's headstone, sat down next to it, and cried. He cried until his eyes couldn't produce anymore tears and the sky was beginning to turn black.

Meanwhile at the Foster house, the older teenagers were beginning to get worried about their youngest brother.

"I can't believe he just left like that? It doesn't sound like Jude. He seemed like he was happy." Mariana said as they all pondered around the wooden table in the kitchen.

"It doesn't matter why he left. We just need to find him!" Brandon stated as he began to panic. He was sitting at the kitchen, nervously, he bit his finger nails.

"I might have an idea where he is." Callie finally spoke as she glanced over at Brandon. "Do you think you could take me?"

"Sure", he said as he stood up and grabbed his keys. "You guys stay here just in case he comes." He turned his attention to his twin siblings.

"What are we supposed to tell moms if they come home?" Jesus asked.

"Tell them we went out for ice cream or something." He hated lying to his moms, but there was no way he wanted them to know about him and Callie. "They don't need the added stress. It won't be good for Lena or the baby."

Mariana looked at Jesus. Then they both turned to their oldest brother and nodded their head as if to agree with him.

The two oldest children walked out of the house and into the car. As soon as they were in the car Brandon hit the steering wheel. "How could we be so stupid?"

"We were getting too comfortable with what we were doing." It was true. They had been getting away with sneaking around to sleep together for months.

"I know." He turned on the car and began to drive. "I just pray this doesn't tear our family apart."

The teenage girl looked out the window and into the night sky. "Yeah, me too."

A couple of minutes later they were in front of the cemetery. "I think I should speak to him alone." Callie turned and looked at her ex.

"Okay." He silently stated as he watched her get out the car.

As she walked the familiar path toward her mothers grave, her heart began to become heavy. She vowed that if Jude ever forgave her for this, she would become a way better sister. Once she began to get close she saw her brother laying next to their mother's tombstone. It was a sad sight to see. "Hey bud."

The young boy looked up at his sister. Then turned away. "Go away. You disgust me." He spat at her.

"Look, I am sorry about what you had to see." She sat down next to him. "You weren't supposed to know about us."

"You know..." He still couldn't look at her without seeing the picture of her having sex with him. "this all is beginning to make so much sense."

"What are you talking about?"

"The reason that you didn't want to get adopted wasn't because you are only a couple months shy of your eighteenth birthday, is it?"

The brunette looked down to the ground. The ground that the remains of her mother were only a few short feet away from. "No, I didn't want to get adopted after I moved back in with Stef and Lena because I was with Brandon." She finally confessed.

"How long?" He asked beginning to get angry. "How long have you guys been seeing each other behind everyones back?"

"About a year now. We began dating the day I moved in with my dad. We broke up shortly after I moved back in with you guys. But we were still obviously seeing each other, if that's what you want to call it." It was weird talking to her brother about this kind of stuff.

"Were...don't you mean are?" Finally, he got the guts to look at his sister.

A tear threatened to spill from her eye as she said, "it's over." She hadn't told Brandon yet, but it would surprise her if he didn't see this coming. "I am tired of the lying and sneaking around. And I would never take a few hours of pleasure over my relationship with you."

"I am getting really tired of forgiving you Callie."

The teenager looked at her brother in the eyes. "I know." She looked over at her mothers tombstone. "Mom would want us to be together no matter what."

He turned to look over at his mother. "You're not all I have in this world anymore. I have a family now." He thought about the love that he felt being inside of the Foster house. "But it would never be complete without you there. You are my sister."

The young girl placed her arm around her brothers shoulder. "I love you, buddy. And I promise that if you forgive me this one last time, I will never do anything to hurt you again."

He wanted to believe that so badly, but he knew his sister. She just couldn't stay out of trouble. It was as if it followed her no matter what. "As long as you promise to break this gross hook-up that you have with my adopted brother. Then I will forgive you, but I don't know how long it will take me to forgive him. If I ever forgive him."

That's all that she could ask for at this point. "I have one more request. It benefits all involved."

"What?"

"You can't tell anybody about Brandon and I. Since, I still am technically a foster kid until two months from now, they will surely take me out of that house." She said as she looked at her brother.

"Don't you think I know that?" He looked at his sister. It was hard for him to lie to his moms. They were the most understanding people that he ever met. However, he knew the consequences were way to risky for his sisters sake. "I won't tell a soul." He got off the muddy ground. He turned to his mom kissed the tombstone and said his goodbyes before walking down to the car. 'I'd rather forget about it anyway.'.

Callie turned to say goodbye to her mom as well. And then followed her brother down to the car where her ex was standing in front of.

"He didn't speak or look at me." Brandon said about his little brother who had slammed his car door shut.

"We have to talk." The teenager said ignoring the obvious animosity between the two boys she loved.

Brandon looked down and then started to walk over to the drivers side of the car. "I know it's over. There is no need for a long break-up speech. In case you missed the memo, we aren't technically together anyway."

"So is that the reason you hated the Foster house so much? Is that the reason you started doing drugs? The break-up and the fact that your brother found out?" The lawyer asked becoming engulfed into the story of lust, scandal, and betrayal.

"Not exactly, it's really just the beginning." The teenager stated as she thought about the real reason this was all happening to her.

Anchor Beach High School

Jude walked down the hallway of his high school, heading toward his best friend's locker. The commotion from his sisters arrest had subsided over the past couple of months, but he knew it was only the calm before the storm. As soon as the trial started, the attention would be back and in full force. Until then, he took the time to self reflect on a few things. As he made his way to the Connor's locker he could see a female talking to him. Once he got closer he noticed who she was. "Hey..." He directed his attention to his friend.

"Hey, man. What's up?" Connor said as he looked away from the girl who had gotten all of his attention.

"Nothing, I just thought that maybe you would want to come over my house today. I just got this awesome new game system. I thought you could help me break it in?"

"I think that is my cue to go." The young girl who was being ignored stated. "I'll see you later?" She looked over at Connor as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, see you." The young boy said as he watched her walk away, then turned to face his friend.

"What was that all about?" Jude asked feeling as if he just interrupted something between the two.

"I can't come over tonight. I promised Lily that I'd help her with her math homework." The teenager stated with a smile.

"But you hate math?"

Connor laughed at his friends innocence. "I know. It's just the invite for me to go over her house. Her parents are working late tonight." He smiled as he thought about what this could mean for him.

A twinge of jealousy coursed through his veins as he thought about what that meant as well. "So, what exactly are you planning on doing when you go over there?"

A somewhat manly voice came out of the young teenager. "I think tonight is the night."

Jude forced a fake smile over his face, but in his head he was freaking out. "Okay..." Was the only word that he could think of saying. They were fifteen years old, many of the boys his age were beginning to experiment with sex.

"That's all you can say? I am telling you that I will officially be becoming a man in a few short hours and all you can say is 'okay'?" He thought for sure his friend would be happy for him.

"I don't know what else to say. I mean, it's great news for you, but it doesn't do anything for me." He tried to cover up his lack of enthusiasm about the situation.

Connor placed his arm around his shoulder and began to walk with him toward their shared class. "That my friend is where you are wrong. I convinced her to bring a friend for you as well. Later on today, might be the big day for both of us."

"I can't!" He stated as he stopped walking toward the classroom.

"Why not?" The brunette took his arm from around his friend and looked at him in the eyes.

"What would I tell my moms? They pretty much count on me to be home at a certain time every day." He came up with the first excuse that could come to his mind. Lying wasn't one of his best attributes though.

"Tell them the truth. You're going over a friends house to do some homework. You can even give them my parents number. I'm sure they will never follow up on it."

He knew that if he tried to come up with a better lie, then his friend would become suspicious. So, he just placed a smile on his face. "You're right. I'll come with you."

Connor hit his friend on the chest with excitement. "Jude my friend. We will be talking about this day for the rest of our lives."

A reluctant looking Jude looked up at his friend. "I hope so." The truth was he had no clue what his sexual orientation was. It all seemed to confuse him. All he knew was that he felt different. And he always felt like this ever since he could remember. Maybe if he did have an experience with a girl, it would clear up all the confusion.