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There were several different ways I could go with this chapter, and the story; and after a lot of re-reading and brainstorming, I've decided that this was the best route to go to. If you want me to explain my reasoning, PM me. :)

WARNING: This story deals with sexual assault, rape, harsh language, and self-harm; please be warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own this TV show, no matter how much I want to.

But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down
Human by Christina Perri

Mrs. McGee was going to Mr. Hutchinson's room to go over some test questions that all math teachers would give to their students. She saw that the door was unlocked, but closed. She decided that he wasn't busy, so she walked in. She expected to see a lot of things, but it would have never occurred in her mind to see the scene in front of her.

A student, one she knows, laying on the ground, nursing her head and Mr. Hutchinson leaning over her with a smug look etched onto his ugly face. She gasped and made her way towards the student, gently consoling her while looking murderously at the math teacher who was sure going to be fired. "What is the meaning of this, Greg?" She used his first name to know that she was serious; no matter what the reason, there was no use to ever hit a student.

To her surprise, Mr. Hutchinson looked down in shame, which Callie knew was faked. "I don't know. I was talking to Ms. Jacobs here about her math grade when suddenly she became violent towards me; threatening me, my family, and my job. And when I told her that she out of line, she kicked me in my soft spot and in self-defense, I pushed her back. I never meant to do it that hard; I never wanted her to get hurt." His voice was sickly sweet, something which made Callie angry beyond belief.

Ignoring the throbbing of her head, she pushed her head up and started to yell at him. "THAT'S NOT TRUE. HE'S LYING. HE WAS THREATENING ME!" Callie screamed, desperation in her voice; she needed someone to believe her, and Mrs. McGee might be the only one who could at least testify against him so he couldn't be a teacher anymore.

Mrs. McGee looked at the scene in disbelief; she didn't know who to believe, but all she knew was that Mr. Hutchinson needed to go down to the principal's office and Callie needed to get her head checked out. She put two fingers in her mouth and blew a whistle. "I want both of you guys to stop it!" She exclaimed, "I don't know what happened. But Greg, you're going down to the principal's office and Callie, you're going go to the nurse to get your head checked out."

Callie looked at Mrs. McGee with an awe of wonder. She was the smallest teacher in the school, being petite and all. She had straight blonde hair, a short stance and talked in the sweetest, kindest voice that you couldn't help but trust. Never in a million years did Callie think she would raise her voice, and her raised voice was loud.

They both nodded. Since the nurse's office was in the same space as the principal's they decided to walk back together; both on either side of Mrs. McGee.

Mr. Hutchinson looked behind the teacher to give Callie a sly smirk; he could get away with it, or at least not go to jail; Callie on the other hand…

Callie stuck a finger out at him and looked on with murderous eyes; her head feeling like Thor was using his beloved hammer on her head, never stopping. She put the whole "I'm innocent" look on her face, and even if he didn't get in trouble with the law, at least she would lose his teaching license, which was okay for her; it meant that she didn't have to worry about going to school anymore.

They made their way through the glass doors where Callie went down into the office and the teachers went straight forward, to the principal's office. The nurse, getting up from her desk, greeted Callie with a warm smile. "Sit down, Callie." She did, on a small red chair that was behind the nurse's desk. The nurse instantly looked at her and saw she was nursing a bruised head. She got up, went into the freezer to grab an ice-pack and then a couple of ibuprofen's. "There ya' go, sweetie. What happened?" The nurse asked in a motherly voice, eyeing the girl with sympathetic eyes.

Callie used her best "victim" voice, her bottom lip wavering. "The teacher, Mr. Hutchinson pushed me into the wall after I talked back to him." She cried and the nurse gasped but consoled Callie, thinking that the teacher who punched her deserved to be punished.

"Well, sweetheart. I hope he gets arrested. No matter what happened, no teacher should ever do that to a child. He's despicable."

You don't know half of it. Callie silently added into her mind.

Callie sat on the chair, putting the ice-pack to her head while the nurse called her moms'. They were worried, of course, and both got off work early, declaring a family emergency and made their way over to the school in record time.

They instantly consoled Callie after they saw her, both giving her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. She saw that the nurse went somewhere to give them privacy.

They sat down, finding two chairs and sitting in front of Callie, Lena's hand on her thigh. "What happened?" Stef asked.

Callie looked down, and she knew that once she said what happened all hell was about to break loose. "Um… Mr. Hutchinson found out about the warrant for his semen, he confronted me and before that…" Callie was debating whether or not she should tell her parents about the threatening message he sent to her; in the end, she did, knowing it was better to get everything out of the way. "Um… the reason, Stef, that I got so, um, mad about you getting a warrant was because, um… he threatened me in a letter saying that if… if I told anyone, that he would… hurt… you guys or people. I couldn't let that happen." She started to cry, tears filling her eyes and making their way down her face.

"And why didn't you tell us, Cals." Lena spoke again, caressing Callie's cheek, a small bit of disappointment in her voice, but more concerned than anything.

Callie looked up. "Because… Because… I was… scared." She stuttered out; she never liked to admit her weakness. She prided herself on being a young lady who could take whatever came her way and handle it like a pro, without any emotions or deal with the problems by herself. She hated looking weak because when you're weak, you can get hurt and that's the last thing she wanted. She hated admitting she was weak because then that was admitting she was vulnerable, something that she loathed to be.

She knew it was faulty reasoning, but she couldn't help what her mind thought.

Lena and Stef both looked at each other and both hugged Callie with all their might. "What happened next?" Stef asked softly, consoling their crying daughter.

"When he confronted me. He promised to kill you guys, and Jude. He was making horrible threats and I snapped. I punched him in the penis, but then he slammed me against the wall." Callie finally got out, using her sleeves to wipe tears from her eyes.

Lena and Stef looked at each other, having a silent conversation in their mind. "Callie, he's not going to get away. We're still getting a warrant for his semen. We're going to prosecute so you don't have to worry about him ever again." Stef spoke sincerely, looking Callie in the eyes hoping she would believe that she was telling the truth.

Callie wanted to deny that, but didn't have the energy- or the heart- to say that to her mom.

Just when Lena was about to speak, someone knocked on the door. They turned to look around to see it was the principal and a police officer. "Callie, and her parents, please follow me to my office. We can talk about everything there."

They nodded, both supporting Callie while making their way towards the police officer's office, and all sat down. The principal, Mr. Hutchinson on one side; Callie and her moms' on the other and the police officer in the middle.

"So, I got Mrs. McGee's statement. I need to know yours Callie."

She looked towards Mr. Hutchinson and didn't want to say it with him in the room. The police officer noted this, "Callie, would you like to go outside and talk about what happened?" The office suggested and Callie nodded. Lena and Stef both gave a supporting squeeze to the hand, but not before leaning over to Callie and Stef saying: "Tell him everything."

Callie didn't know if she was going to do just that.

They sat down on the ground, the officer looking at Callie and inspecting her. "So, Callie, I want to get your description of events that happened just under an hour ago. What exactly happened?"

Callie took a deep breath, unsure how to word what happened. Could she really tell him the whole story about what he's done to her or won't he believe her and thinks she's just some psycho foster child who lies to get what she wants.

She started. "Um… Mr. Hutchinson, um, threatened me, and when I was so angry at everything he's done to me, that I accidentally kicked him in the balls, so then he decided to throw me back against the wall."

The officer nodded, writing her responses down on a small notepad. "What do you mean "threatened"? What did he say? What did he do to you?" The police asked, sympathy lacing his voice.

Callie looked down and started playing with her hands. Officer, she looked at the name tag, Knight, looked like a trustworthy person with his charming smile, and his straight black hair, but she wasn't sure she could trust him. The only police officer she trusted was Stef, and she knew that they would never let Stef handle this case, it would be a conflict of interest. She wanted to tell him everything, but some part of her couldn't; probably the girl who was still that scared little 10 year-old who was petrified of him and all the power he held.

Because, in some ways, he still held power over her.

Because even though she was a young adult, inside she was still that little girl who called for her parents to take her away from the bad man.

Instead she played dumb. "He threatened to fail me if I didn't pass this class." She decided on, knowing it sounded weak, but it was the only excuse she could think of that didn't sound so far-fetched that no one would believe her, let alone a police officer.

The police officer looked Callie up and down, not fully believing her story but not having enough evidence to prove anything else. "Well, Callie, Mr. Hutchinson is probably going to lose his job, so you have nothing to worry about. If you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here." He pulled out his card and handed it to her. Callie smiled then stuffed it in her jean pocket, ignoring it because she already had so much on her mind.

She finally saw Stef and Lena waiting on chairs, and when she walked in they came and greeted her. "Did you tell him everything?"

Callie shook her head, giving them a look to daring them to say nothing; she didn't want to deal with the "why didn't you tell him?" or anything like that; she just wanted to sleep, and never wake up and get rid of this pounding headache that was getting her tired and cranky.

Fortunately, Lena and Stef didn't say anything but urged her towards the car where they took her home.

And when she did, Callie walked right up into her room and slammed the door.

She could hear her moms' decide to go after her or not, but they decided to let Callie calm down a little and then go check on her.

When Callie got up into her room, she laid her head down on the pillow and started crying; full-blown sobs that showed pain, misery, and suffering. Why did she have to be a coward and not tell the officer what he's done to her; why couldn't she just say it? Why was she so scared? She hated being this scared, this vulnerable, but she had no other choice. Her mind was suffocating in all her emotions, she just didn't understand what to do. She was angry, confused, scared, and pissed off at herself, mainly, for not being a big girl and telling the officer what Mr. Hutchinson has done.

She was in a safe place, without him hearing; he would be arrested, so he couldn't get to her, so why, why was she so scared?

But then she remembered the threats and they ate her from the inside out.

She laid on her bed, knees tucked up to her chest, rocking herself back and forth to calm herself down, but it was just too much. She didn't feel like moving to get the razor blade, but she wanted to not feel anything for a while. She didn't know what to do, so she cried even more.

But then she bought her hands up to her biceps and dug her nails, as deep as she could into them and dragged them down her arm, her nails leaving little crescent-shaped moons all over her arm. She did it again, she didn't know if she was drawing blood, she was pretty sure she wasn't, and while it didn't work as well as cutting, it was okay. It took her mind off the pain, but only for a minuscule of a second, and then everything that happened kept hitting her full force.

She dug her nails deeper, rolling up her sleeve and drawing blood. She cried (hasn't she done enough crying?) and she doesn't know how, but eventually, she cried herself to sleep because when Stef and Lena walked in, they found Callie passed out on her bed, her hoody sleeves rolled down and had a peaceful look on her face.

Her moms' didn't make her go to school the next day, saying that it would be too much for her "emotionally" and she moved her appointment with her therapist up a couple of days so she could talk to her, even though she didn't want to do any talking.

So, instead of going downstairs, she stayed up in her room all day, wallowing in her self-pity, and drawing random things on pieces of paper. She was glad her parents didn't make her go to school; there would be too many questions, it would bring back too many memories. The principal agreed to give her a week break, so at the end of the day, she got all the homework and notes for all the classes she was missing so she wouldn't be behind in school, much to her dismay.

So between drawing and working on stupid homework, that she didn't even know how to do, she turned her body around when she heard the door open. "Go away." She croaked, hiding her face in her hands which were laid down on the desk, clasped together.

"No." She heard that voice- Brandon's. She could hear his footsteps getting louder until he pulled up Mariana's chair from her desk and sat next to Callie. Both of them didn't know what to say, until Brandon broke the ice. "How are you?"

Callie gave a dark chuckle, one that held no emotion; she perked her head up, glaring at Brandon. "How do you think I'm doing?" She yelled, but her voice still quiet as not to disrupt anyone that was downstairs. "I'm terrified, Brandon. He's still out there; he could still get to me." She let out, then hated herself for admitting her weakness to Brandon. She turned her face up to look at his eyes and was surprised to find that they were showered with sympathy and compassion. For her.

Brandon took her hands down from her face, and made eye-contact with Callie, giving her a small smile and letting her know he was serious with his next words. "Callie, I will die before I let anything happen to you. Mr. Hutchinson is evil, but he's no match for this family." He joked. "Stef would probably give you pepper spray, and I'm pretty sure Lena and Stef are going to make sure we go nowhere by ourselves." Callie gave a small smile at that too. "You're so strong, Callie. And I know you didn't tell the police officer what he did, but I don't blame you. You were probably terrified." Callie didn't say anything, but never averted her eyes from Brandon's. "Let's go downstairs." He encouraged, and Callie nodded.

"Just let me get dressed." She declared, looking down at her clothes to find she looked like a hobo. Yes, she showered, but she hasn't moved from her bed since last night; her sweatshirt was probably stained with blood from the inside and she didn't look good.

Brandon chuckled. "Alright. If you're not down there in 30 minutes, I'm dragging you out dressed or not." Brandon teased, Callie threw a shirt at him and Brandon closed the door.

Callie gave a small smile. She changed her outfit, making sure to wear long sleeves to cover up the scars that she made yesterday, and threw on some skinny jeans and went downstairs.

"Are you alright, Callie?" Her bother Jude asked, looking up at Callie and seeing her space out.

Callie shook her head, trying not to think about Jude's face covered in blood; the thought made her want to throw up. "Nothing, bud. I love you, you know?" She said.

Jude looked up with a small smile: "I know." He replied back, giving her a hug, then adding, "I love you too."

Lena and Stef then greeted her, asking if she was alright; she replied back with a smile and they let Callie and Brandon watch some TV; they were just glad that Callie wasn't locking herself up in her room.

Callie gave a small smile at some stupid TV show they were watching and she totally put Mr. Hutchinson out of her mind for the rest of the night.

"Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles; it empties today of its strength." - Randy Armstrong

I know it seems like the end, but it's not. There is still more drama to go. Thank you so much for reading this story, and sorry for any misspells or improper grammar or errors, I try my best to catch all of them, but sometimes I can't.

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Lauren :)