Hey so I'm sooooo sorry for the huuuuuuuuge delay. Honestly, I don't have any excuses. I haven't really been feeling the story and just... didn't know what to write :3

To be completely honest, I think I wrote the previous chapter wrong. Callie was meant to be really upset, angry at herself, but I didn't mean for her to seem suicidal, to want to kill herself... so... I'm not sure what to write now. The responses to that chapter were... encouraging. Which makes me think that if that's how you want the story to go, then I can try to write it like that, but it might mean changing a couple of things and I'll have to re-plan (that said, I've already gone completely off-track to what I'd planned, so it probably wouldn't be toooo tricky). So yeah, please let me know. :)

Also, this is going to be short, like really short, so sorry about that too :/

As always, please review, favourite and/or follow if you like it and yeah... again, I'm sorry :/

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. At all.

NOTE: EDIT - 24/11 New sentences added, so a little more detail. I think it makes more sense now :3

CHAPTER ELEVEN

She stood in the doorway, not daring to go inside, not daring to leave, just... hovering, unsure of what to do. It was the third day since the accident, the third day she's visited the hospital, the third day she'd gotten no further than the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

She met the angry eyes of the person in the chair next to the bed - Sophia. Hostility rolled off the younger girl's body in huge tidal waves as she waited for Callie to speak.

But she didn't. She wanted to, to explain herself, but she couldn't.

Because instead her eyes had traveled to the figure in the bed, machinery monitoring his every move.

Robert.

Her father.

Her father.

After the first day, both Sophia and Jill had been released. Sophia had sustained a slight hairline fracture to her left wrist, but other than that both women were unharmed. Unlike Robert.

Robert who'd been driving.

Robert who was currently still unconscious in bed.

Robert who didn't know how much she loved him.

She felt her heart clench as she realised how much she didn't want to lose him, how much she couldn't. And it wasn't even just because she cared about him. It was because she was selfish, so fucking selfish.

She didn't want to lose him because she didn't want to lose yet another parent.

And knowing that that was what worried her, made her feel sick.

You feel sick? You, you, you. This isn't about you, you fucking piece of shit. This is about Robert. So get your head out of your arse and fucking do something about it. Fucking think about him, worry about him instead. He deserves that much.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and refocusing on Robert.

"I'm sorry." She wasn't aware that she'd said it, but she saw the reaction it cause from her half-sister. The girl's head snapped up from looking at her father and her eyes narrowed into a glare.

"Don't!" She yelled, "Don't say that! Don't lie. You're not sorry, you're not! If you were, then you wouldn't have left, wouldn't have forced him to give you up. So don't lie. You owe us - you owe him - that much."

She tried to keep her expression steady, but she couldn't. By the end of Sophia's words, both girls had tears sliding down their cheeks.

"I-I didn't... I didn't mean for this to happen." She spoke softly, a huge contrast to the volumes at which the younger one had spoken, "I really, honestly didn't. This is my fault. My fault. IT always is." Choking back a sob, she fled from the room, unable to stand being there, unable to cope with the accusation in her younger sister's eyes.

Sophia watched her go, not moving, not saying a word, just watching. Only once the older teen was out of sight, did she look away, did she begin to cry, and cry, and cry.

"She really is sorry."

Sophia looked up, surprised as a different voice spoke. Standing where his sister had been moments before, was Jude. The two of them were silent for a moment, weighing each other up.

"What?" She asked quietly, clearing her throat before hand.

"Callie," Jude bit his lip slightly, "She really is sorry. I-I know that I probably shouldn't have heard but I thought you'd want to know. And just because she left you doesn't mean that she doesn't care. It's what she does, see. She leaves when she finds herself getting too comfortable, it doesn't mean anything. But the fact she came back - and by talking to you and being here she has - means a lot. It means that she cares, and I mean really cares. So don't give up on her, okay? Please don't give up on her."

Sophia frowned. "What would you know?" She asked, "She's still with you."

"Yeah, now." At the girl's look of confusion, Jude elaborated. "But she raan away, you know, she left me at one point. She was even going to live independently rather than with me. It didn't mean that she didn't care. It didn't mean she was being selfish. All it meant was that she was being Callie, that she hadn't realised that she needed us, that we needed her. But then she did, so she came back. Just like she has to you."

"Oh." Sophia frowned slightly, "I guess that makes sense..."

"So you'll try?" Jude asked, hope clear in his eyes, "You'll try to forgive her and not give up on her?"

Only hesitating for a second, Sophia nodded. "Okay. I won't give up, and I'll forgive her."

Jude nodded, "Thank you." He told her earnestly, "Thank you."

"It's okay," The girl shifted slightly, embarrassed. "I guess if you're getting me to forgive her - allowing me t o have her as a sister too - then she must be special, she must be worth it."

"Yeah," Jude nodded again, "She is. She's the best sister in the world, I just don't think that she realises it."