I DON'T OWN THE FOSTERS, IF I DID THAT WOULD BE REALLY AWESOME BUT SADLY I DON'T.
('THE WHOLE WORLD IS AGAINST ME')
Callie knew, Callie knew that the whole world was against her. This just proved it to her. What happens when Callie gets sick Christmas eve, how will the family take it? Will relationships end? Will this be the last straw for Callie? Will anything ever be the same again?
AN: So this story was requested by a reader and I hope I do it ok. I promised I would write the story and so I am. :)
Things to know before reading:
JUDE IS ADOPTED
JUDE IS CALLIES HALF BROTHER LIKE IN THE SHOW.
CALLIE HASN'T STARTED LOOKING FOR THE QUINNS.
AN: SORRY FOR THE VERY LONG WAIT. I LITERALLY HAD WRITTEN THIS CHAPTER AND THEN THE POWER WENT OUT AND I DIDN'T SAVE IT SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT, GOT A BIT ANNOYED AT THAT.
HOPEFULLY IT IS ALRIGHT.
Previously:
Callie watched as her new foster father looked out the window carefully. She raised an eyebrow at his back. The hairs on her back were standing up and she didn't know if she liked the feeling, something felt off.
Callie knew something felt off and she knew she had made a terrible decision to not go back to the Adams Foster household, the look her new foster father was giving her told her everything she needed to know.
She was screwed.
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"Well Callie, its just you and me. My wife works the night shift so she will be home early tomorrow morning." Callie gulped and continued to make eye contact with Sam, being alone with a foster father was something she hated. She needed to look into his eyes to see what he had planned. She could see the evil in his eyes straight away. She had to be strong if she was going to get out of here alive, she had to get back to her brother.
Callie and Sam continued to stare each other down. Sam raised his eyebrow at the teen, his eyes scanning her body. Callie didn't let him know that that really bothered her, it made her feel disgusting.
She watched as his mood changed within a snap of the fingers. The way his eyes darkened, his stance became more stiff and he was more tense. Callie knew very well that this was a really bad sign.
"Go make dinner!" He commanded, his voice firm and strong. Callie raised her eyebrow and stared. She wasn't going to talk to him, she was done talking to horrible foster parents and Sam Hudson was no different. Usually a foster parent would take a few days to show their true colours, clearly Sam Hudson was not one of them.
Not getting an answer from the teen in his living room. Sam got angry, he was the man of the house, in his mind everyone was to listen to him, this teen was no exception. The teen just glaring at him and not listening to him made him mad.
Callies heart beat faster as he made his way over to her, his face bright red from the anger. Taking a slight step back, trying to keep how scared she was off her face as he advanced.
Still weakened from her days of not eating, sleeping and talking had worn her out more then normal and also the Months of living with the fosters had softened her and she hated it, yet she had loved the love they had given her. She just wished she had not let her guard down as much when living with the Fosters, but she had and now she was in dire need of it. At least Jude wasn't here.
Although she knew the blow was coming, yet she was still surprised when the hand connected with her face and let out a whimper as she landed on the floor, just missing the coffee table.
Her right hand going to her right cheek, the pain radiating through her cheek was hell, yet she had been through worse. She knew this was going to be hell living here and she had to get out.
Sam leant over her and got in her face. She could now smell the alcohol on his breath. What was it with Foster parents an alcohol? Callie thought, trying her hardest not to vomit at the smell coming off of her foster father. Callie knew that if he hadn't had drunk, he would be different and not as violent, well she hoped so.
From Callies P.O.V, it seemed that 90 percent of foster parents become foster parents for the check that comes with the kid, Callie knew that Sam was only in it for the check.
"GET UP AND MAKE MY DINNER. YOU LISTEN TO ME, ITS MY HOUSE, MY RULES. GOT IT?" He screamed at Callie, saliva flying out of his mouth. Callie was disgusted, yet she continued to stare down Sam, she knew she shouldn't aggravate him but Callie never showed fear to a foster parent. It was a rule she like to stick to even though she was physically and mentally unfit to take him down.
He reached down and grabbed the back of her head using her hair and pulled her up. Callie didn't wince at all, she was too busy trying to find a way out of this shit hole. Too tired and weak to do two things at once, which was going to get her killed.
A foot connecting with her back got her moving as she was hurled into the kitchen, slamming into a wall on the far side. She didn't have time to react as her face made contact with the wall, her already sore cheek colliding with the wall and knocking her nose as well.
"MAKE MY DINNER, IT BETTER BE DONE BY THE TIME I GET OUT OF THE SHOWER, OR YOU WILL GET IT." Sam screamed, his face bright red as he pointed a finger at Callie.
Callie stood against the wall she had been hurled into, blood dripping down her nose from the knock it received, the stinging sensation in her cheek, knowing a bruise was forming, all a reminder that she needed to get out.
Nodding to Sam to get him to leave for the bathroom. He didn't leave, he just got more angrier then before. Callie cursed herself for not speaking the answer but knew she had to pretend to show her fear to make Sam think he won.
"SPEAK!" He yelled, Callie flinched at the right time and Sam smirked at his victory. 'She wasn't as tough as she pretended to be.' Sam thought to himself.
"Yes...it will be ready." Callie stuttered out to the smirking man. In her own mind she was smirking because she was fooling him with the act and he was thinking he had her.
Giving him the answer he wanted to hear. With a grunt he ripped the phone on the wall off and threw it to the ground, the smirk on his face as he disappeared down the hall.
Callie let out a soft sigh when he was out of sight and wiped her hand across her nose carefully with a wince, blood smearing all over her arm as she looked at it. She reached over and grabbed a dish towel and put it on her still bleeding nose. It would have to do till she got out, at least it wasn't broken.
Callie had to get out of here, she looked in the direction that Sam had gone and sighed in gratitude that he had actually gone to the shower as she heard the shower turn on.
Slowly heading to the front door, Callie tried to open it. It was locked. She tried the back door and it was locked as well. The window was going to have to do. Callie knew that she had to buy herself some time to get away. She knew she would have to stall Sam enough for her to get away, but what?
Callie placed the now blood covered towel into a draw, just so she had evidence for later to prove that she had been beaten in the house and not on the streets as she escaped. Callie was smart like that and as she placed the towel in the draw she smiled a small smile as much as the probably now bruised cheek would let her.
Grabbing the item from the draw she headed down the hallway, very quietly she listened to make sure she had the right room and that Sam was in there. When she found the right room, she put her plan into action.
Making sure that she could hear Sam in the bathroom still, she tied the string ,that she had found, from one bedroom door to the bathroom door, it wasn't a strong piece of string but it was a distraction so that she could escaped.
Heading back to the kitchen after making sure that Sam was still in the bathroom, Callie grabbed her bag and then she climbed up carefully on the bench and managed to slide the window open. Pushing the fly screen out before carefully moving out the window and into the evening.
Landing on her feet with a wince as the shock of the hard jump out the window pulsed through her still sore and weak body. Not once looking back, Callie bolted down the street, she needed to find a phone or someone with a phone.
She had to phone home, she was going home.
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Callie ran down the street. Her backpack hitting against her lower back and the wind whipping her hair about. She was sore and tired but she refused to give up, she was going home one way or another.
She ran and ran and ran. She ran till she could no longer see the house that she had just left from and thanked the lord that Sam hadn't followed her, hopefully the string she had tied to the doors kept him occupied for a bit.
The sun was slowly setting and so Callie figured that it was roughly 5-5.30ish maybe. She hadn't been in the house long at all, an hour maybe, a new record.
She made her way towards the payphone she could see up ahead. Callie knew she had some money saved up ,including coins, hopefully she had enough to phone home. She had wished she kept the phone that Stef and Lena had given her, but she left it there, along with everything else they had given her.
Stopping at the payphone, Callie caught her breath. Her lungs hurting, her whole body hurting. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her backpack off and grabbed her wallet out and sorted through the coins she had.
Finding enough to make a long enough phone call, she dialled the all to familiar number, one she had decided to memorise in case of emergencies like this.
Holding the phone close to her ear, Callie waited for the ringing. She waited and looked around to make sure she was ok, she wouldn't be caught off guard otherwise she would be screwed. Too tired to fight or run anymore, she needed to be on the look out.
"Stef Adams Foster." The all to familiar voice seeped through the line and made Callies heart jump. She had missed the voice, she had missed the love from the family, in the end it was her own fault and she needed to fix it.
"Stef." Callie finally breathed out. She could feel the lump in her throat and the tears starting to fall as she heard the voice.
"Callie?" The sound of shock, love and relief in Stefs voice filled Callies ears. Callie could just imagine Stefs face and that Lena would be right beside her at the tone. Callie looked around again, her eyes lingering longer on the way she had come, any sign of Sam and she was running.
"I want to come home." Callie whispered around the lump in her throat, though it was loud enough for Stef to hear her.
"Whats wrong?" The panic in Stefs voice brought a fresh set of tears to Callies cheeks, Stef really did love her and it showed in her voice, Callie felt so stupid for believing that they didn't care about her or love her. Right now Callie was no longer conflicted, she knew where she wanted to be and who she wanted to be with.
"He hit me, please I want to come home." The hitting part would make Stef come faster and thats what Callie wanted, she wanted out of the current foster home and into the loving home she had stupidly left behind.
"Who hit you?" Stef was in cop mode and Callie could hear it. The mama tiger was out along with cop Stef and that was a deadly combination. Callie had to smile through her tears.
"Just come get me. " Callie pleaded, details could be given later, right now she just needed safety.
"Where are you?" Callie bit her lip and looked around for any sign to tell her where she is, not seeing anything she sighed. Bill would know.
"I don't know, I ran to a payphone down the street, Bill has the address. Just come get me." Callie explained.
"Ok baby girl. Mama and I are gonna come and get you." Hearing that Stef still thought of her as a daughter made her feel more loved, made her sure that she wanted to go home. Callie again searched the area, her eyes widened.
"Hurry." With that Callie dropped the phone, not bothering to hang it back up as she darted behind a large tree. Sam was walking this way and she wasn't going to get caught.
Unknown to Callie, Stef was still talking on the the phone. She would have heard Stef tell her to go hide if she had not of dropped the phone and ran. Callie was smart enough to know that Stef would have told her to run and hide anyway.
Callie hid, thats all she could do. She couldn't go too far from the payphone otherwise Stef wouldn't be able to get to her or find her.
Sam was walking straight to the payphone. He looked mighty angry. Callie was glad she had told Stef where she was before Sam had come, the string had obviously bought her just the right amount of time to do what she needed to do. Right now she had to stay hidden and away from the wrath of the angry man.
"Come on Stef, please hurry." Callie whispered to herself, Eyes remaining on Sam through the bush that was sitting next to the tree. Her fingers crossed that she would be safe and Sam wouldn't find her.
Xxxxxx
Stef and Lena were silent as they drove towards the address Bill had given them. It wasn't far from their own house which was a bonus. Both were too focused on praying that their daughter was alright to speak.
As they pulled onto the street, the two of them began searching for the right house. Sure enough they saw the right house, although the sight of the suspected foster father storming up to the house, kicking the letterbox making it snap was enough to give them both chills. He obviously had a very bad temper to act like that.
Lena looked at Stef. No words were needed. Both knew that that man was bad news and were not happy with Bill for placing their daughter with the obviously unfit foster father.
"Stef." Lena said reaching over and placing her hand on Stefs thigh, her eyes not leaving the payphone up ahead.
"I see it." Stef replied gripping Lenas hand as she parked the car not far from the payphone. Stef grabbed her phone with her free hand and began to dial a number.
"Im gonna call for backup, we need to have proof and I don't want anything to be screwed up. I need to stay out of it so evidence can't be dismissed because of my involvement." Stef explained, Lena nodded.
"Good idea." Lena replied as she continued to look at the payphone and then letting her eyes wander around near the payphone to see if she could spot Callie, or any place that Callie could be hiding while Stef sorted out backup.
"Lets go get our girl." Lena heard Stef say and as soon as the last word was out of Stefs mouth, Lena was opening the door and heading towards the payphone.
"Callie?" Lena called as she neared the payphone, Stef not far behind her.
"Callie?" Lena called again as Stef called Callies name aswell.
"Lena?" Callie called as she stumbled out from behind the tree and into Lenas arms, holding her tight. The tears were now falling down her cheeks hard and were landing on Lenas sweater. Lena didn't care as she too was crying, crying happy tears that her daughter was ok now.
"Oh Callie." Lena sighed out into the teens hair, glad to have her in her arms. Stef joined the hug and Callie wrapped one arm around Lena and the other around Stef. Glad to feel safe in their arms after everything that had happened.
"You're safe now baby girl. You're safe." Stef whispered into Callies ear, where the girl was resting her head against Lenas chest. Stef kissed Callies temple a few times before just running her hand through the girls hair.
"Take me home please. I wanna come home." Callie mumbled, both moms could hear what she had said. Her grip on them never loosening once.
"You are coming home sweetheart." Lena whispered back as she kissed the top of Callies head and ran one hand up and down Callies back while her other hand wrapped around Stefs waist.
Lena turned her head to look at Stef. Both of them had tears falling down their cheeks but both had smiles, their daughter was back. Lena placed I kiss on Stefs lips and then again placed a kiss on Callies head.
"Don't let go." Callie whispered. Both moms bearly heard her as she mumbled and pulled them closer to her and tighter to her. She was obviously needing the comfort , the love and the safety that the two of them could give her and neither of them minded, not one bit.
"Never." Stef and Lena whispered together.
The three stayed in the embrace for what seemed hours. Stef was loving the embrace with her wife and daughter but she really wanted to check Callie over. The words 'he hit me' running through her mind like a record and she needed to see where he had hit her.
"Look at me sweets." Stef whispered, running her hand through Callies hair. Callie slowly sniffled and brought her face up to look at Stefs. Both moms letting out a gasp at the sight of their daughter.
The two of them could see the bruise forming on her cheek and the dried and crusted blood around Callies nose and mouth which confirmed that she had a blood nose at some point.
"Ill kill him." Stef whispered, she was angry that someone had hurt her kid. Feeling a hand on her arm, the familiar arm of Lena, Stef calmed down a little bit. Knowing that Callie didn't need to see or feel the angry vibes coming from her.
"Please I just want to go home." Callie spoke. The two of them could hear the tiredness in Callies voice and knew that the teen was over today. With being sick in the hospital and then being hit at a foster home would take its toll on the body.
"Ok, we just have to wait for Bill and some back up." Lena replied as they all headed over to the car to have a seat.
"Ok." Callie whispered, watching Lena slide into the back seat. Callie then slid into the back seat and rested her head on Lenas shoulder as they wait.
"Does anywhere else hurt?" Lena whispered to the teen, running her hand up and down the teens back where she had wrapped her arm around Callies shoulder. Stef could hear what they were saying in the car but she was being the look out, being in cop mode and mama mode.
"All over, but he only hit my cheek and then he kicked my back and I hit my nose on the wall. Its not broken." Lena nodded, still not happy that Callie had been hurt.
"Ok, its still not ok for him to hit you. " Lena spoke as she felt Callie relax a lot more then she had before. The girl was obviously sore and tired.
"I know, im just glad I got out of there." Lena smiled a sad smile and then planted a kiss on the teens head.
"When we get home, how does a nice bath sound to soothe your body?" Lena asked, she wanted Callie to relax and wanted to help the teen be less sore then she was.
"Sounds like a really good idea." Callie said through a yawn and closed her eyes, glad to be in the arms of someone familiar, glad to be able to relax and not have to worry.
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