Have to ask a quick question for my own curiosity - when I write about Jesus, which one do you picture? Early or later? Just wondering...anyway after this we only have one update left. Hope it lives up to what you're all expecting! Enjoy! As always let me know thoughts!

Callie and Jesus sat silently, listening to the shuffles outside. They heard several doors open, voices talking, but the words were too mumbled to clearly make out.

A voice sounded from the boy's room, followed by a cry.

"Lena! Jesus is gone!"

"What do you mean he's gone?"

"I mean he's not here!"

Steps rushed towards the room and Callie and Jesus looked at each other. He gave her a nod and stood up, heading for the door.

"You ready?" he asked. She shrugged. "I won't open until you say."

Callie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She nodded, not looking at him.

"I'm ready."

"Okay. See you on the other side."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Any time sis." He rapped a quick knock and the voices in his room stopped. He unlocked the door and opened it wide. Stef and Lena stood shocked on the other side.

"Jesus? How did you get in there?" Lena asked with disbelief.

"Key," he shrugged, walking passed them. Callie smirked at the tone in his voice. She gave a silent thanks to her brother for the trouble he may get into.

"The key's been gone for years," Stef replied.

"It's crazy how things turn up when you need them," he stated, opening his laptop and throwing his headphones on.

Callie heard silence. She didn't dare look over to see what was happening. She was sure another silent conversation between the women was taking place. It was the only explanation. Surely they would storm that bathroom any second. Demand an explanation from her. Part of her expected Bill to be waiting downstairs, but she thought back to her talk with Jesus and disregarded that thought. They wouldn't do that. Not now. This family had come too far.

"Love? Can Mama and I come in?"

They were leaving it up to her? Since when did she have a choice in this stuff? Since when could she say no? But the better question was did she even want to? Did she want to push away these women who only wanted to love her? Why did she always make it so hard?

Callie nodded, her eyes on the door across from her. She heard them shuffle in and close the door behind them. They each settled beside her, Lena on her left and Stef on her right. Neither woman tried to touch her which she both appreciated and hated. How could she want their love so bad? She knew a hug would do nothing in the long run, it wouldn't solve anything, but she also knew it would make her feel safer. That was all she wanted - to feel safe.

The three sat in silence, none knowing how to break the silence - how to begin to broach the subject that they all knew had to be discussed. Callie knew they were afraid to scare her off. They were afraid she'd run. She had to be the stronger person. She had to show them that she wasn't going anywhere. This was her home. She trusted them.

"I'm sorry," she stated, her voice sounding hollow. It was better to just get it out. To let the whole thing loose and then give in to the pain. It was the only way she could do this.

"Love you don't -"

"I do," she cut in. "And I need to get it out. All of it. Because it's been driving me crazy holding it all in. I need to say it and I need to not be cut off or coddled or pitied. I need you to just listen. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," Lena replied cautiously. "That's okay."

"He just showed up." Her voice had a harsh tinge to it, but she refused to show weakness when talking about it. She refused to cry anymore over the pain he'd caused. "It was after Frankie. My first shift back. I just bumped into him and then he overheard Dave asking me about work. He knew where I worked and he used that to his advantage."

She saw the smirk again. The pure joy at finding her. He'd been planning it even then. She knew how he played his game.

"It was nothing at first. He found me on Instagram again and sent a message saying that he couldn't wait until my next shift. I blocked him and didn't really take it seriously, I mean how could he know when I worked, you know? But he did. My next shift he showed up minutes after I did. And that's when it all started again."

"What started love?" Stef asked softly.

"The watching. The stalking. The stupid game he loves to play." Callie's fingers were tapping, unable to sit still any longer. It needed to come out. It all needed to be done. "He sat there every shift. He never said anything, he just watched. Silently. Daphne and Ryan always took his table. They knew he creeped me out they just didn't know why. So they took it for me. Dave blocked him too. They looked out for me. And it was fine. He wasn't doing anything so we couldn't technically throw him out. But then they weren't there one day. And I had to tend his table. He tried to touch me but I shoved him off on another worker."

"What did he do?" Lena prompted.

"Touched my thigh," Callie stated in a detached voice. "Told me I wanted it, that I loved the attention."

"That's not true," Stef soothed. Callie gave a jerky nod.

"I know. And I thought that was it. I thought that was as far as it would go, but then he sent me another thing on Instagram. An account."

"What was on the account?"

"Me," Callie replied. "It was over 400 pictures of me. At school, at work, at home. There was one of me and Jesus on our front porch. He had pictures of me with you guys or Mariana or Jude or Brandon. Even had one with Sharon. He was following me. Stalking me."

"Love, why didn't you tell the police if you didn't want to come to us?"

Callie shook her head, "I was going to. I was gonna take the account and show them. I had proof! But then Mariana came in asking for advice and by the time we'd finished talking he'd deleted the account. It was all gone. It would've been another me versus him in court and we all know how that ended last time!"

Callie was no longer sitting. She paced the length of the bathroom in front of the two women on the ground. They followed her movements as she made her way back and forth.

"Okay, but they would've found the records of his pictures. That many files don't just disappear that quickly."

"But who says they'd even look!" Callie cried. She was sure her siblings could hear her at this point. She didn't care. "I mean they didn't the first time I got throw into juvie - who says they'd look this time!"

"Love -"

"I needed proof! I needed evidence to take to the police to show them what was happening. I was trying to get proof!" She backed herself against the wall. "I was recording him. Each time I went near him my phone was recording, but he was watching himself. I don't know if he knew what I was doing or if he was just cautious of Daphne and Ryan, but he was being careful. He was being quiet. And after a couple days of it, I just needed a break. Ryan asked me to take out the garbage and I did. I shouldn't have stayed out back. I should've known better."

"Love, you couldn't have known that he would -"

"I know him!" Callie exclaimed. "I know how he works. I should've known he'd follow me. I should've known what he'd do!"

They all fell silent, Callie's laboured breathing as the only sound.

"What did he do?" Lena asked quietly.

"Lena!" Stef called.

"No Stef," Lena shot back. "I need to know. I know you called and got the police report but I need to hear it from Callie. I need her to say it. Please."

They were looking at her. Callie's eyes were on the dripping shower head behind them. She licked her lips and cleared her throat.

"He forced me against the wall and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I bit it and tried to escape, but he caught me and just pushed me back harder." The shower headed dripped slowly. "He put his hand around my throat and choked me to stop me from making sound. He kissed me and touched me...he bit my breasts and opened my jeans. He touched me and when I cried out, he told me I'd have fun too and made me touch him...he put his hand down my pants and started to...but Ryan stopped him. Ryan came. Dave too. I don't know after that. I just...I don't know. There were voices and lights and so many people…"

Callie's knees collapsed and she slid down to the ground. Stef leapt over to grab her so she wouldn't fall too hard.

"It's okay my love," Stef whispered, pulling Callie in. "You're at home. I've got you. Mama and I have got you. Right Lena?"

Lena was staring at the ground. There were tears in her eyes. Callie had put them there. Callie had made her mother cry.

"I'm sorry," Callie murmured, her own tears coming back. "I'm sorry."