This is totally a Calus fan-fic for anyone who was wondering! I 3 those two so much! Oh and no, this takes place a few months after the Quicenairia if the other episode never happened.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fosters

Jude's eyes widened to the size of apples. Mariana and Brandon looked at each other, then at Kyle Jacobs (Callie and Jude's dad), then at their moms, then at each other again. Jesus wrapped his strong muscley arms around Callie, while she sobbed some more. Lena stroked Jude's hair and Steph was watching Kyle's every move.

"Wow, Callie," Kyle said walking over to her, making Jesus hold her tighter, "you've grown-up so much. You're such a beautiful young woman. And Jude your such a-a-a nice young b- I mean kid." He noticed the blue nail polish on Jude's fingernails. Jude blushed mad and hid behind Steph.

Callie's blood boiled. "Why are you not in prison? You murdered mom!"

"What?!" The Foster's shrieked.

"He murdered your mom, Cal?" Jesus asked looking down at her.

Callie nodded her and closed her eyes. She snuggled closer into Jesus, burying her face into his chest. Jesus whispered "poor baby" over and over again to her.

Steph whipped out her cuffs and her gun. "Hands up, dirtbag!" But Kyle just stood still.

"Officer Foster, listen," he said, "they left me off early for good behavior."

"But murder calls for a life sentence," Lena pointed out.

"Technically it was man-slaughter."

"It was not!" Callie yelled. The night's memories flooded back to her, the dream she had been having since it happened.

Callie sat up in bed. She heard a rustling noise downstairs. Mommy was asleep and Daddy was Gods knows where. He hadn't been home in 3 weeks and he probably wasn't going home and time soon. Maybe Jude had wandered from his room. She got out of bed and tiptoed downstairs, holding a pink flashlight. She heard two people whisper yelling downstairs.

"Kyle, where have you been?" Vanessa Jacobs cried to her husband.

"Out with-with-with-" Kyle's voice was slurred and Callie was sure he was drunk.

Vanessa crossed her arms over chest. "Where were you?"

"Why do you care?" He asked tripping over his feet to the counter. He opened a bottle of scotch and dumped it into his mouth. Callie wrinkled her little noise as she crept around the corner and peered into the kitchen. Her daddy smelled always smelled yucky when he drank.

"Because," Vanessa said, taking the bottle away from him, "you're my husband and the father of my children."

Kyle stumbled to the couch. "Aww, those kids are worthless pieces of shit. Callie is annoying as shit and Jude is gonna be so freakin (A/N: I don't want to use the actual f-word so just imagine he said that) gay. I mean Vanny, he was Cinderella for Halloween." Callie had tears in her big brown eyes but she was mostly mad.

"Shut-up!" Vanessa screamed, "don't talk about my children that way!"

Kyle stood up. He walked dangerously close to Vanessa. "Wad'ya say, bitch?"

Vanessa tried to back up, but Kyle grabbed her wrist and dragged to the knife drawer and took a butcher knife out. Vanessa gulped and said, "Kyle, please put the knife down."

"Shut-up, you filthy hoar!" He yelled putting the knife to her throat.

Callie jumped in. "Daddy, please stop!" she sobbed.

Kyle didn't drop the knife but whirled around to face her. "Back to bed, Cal."

Just as the word slipped his lips he slit her mothers throat. Callie screamed as her dad dashed out the door. Blood splashed on the floor. Callie rushed to the phone and called 911.

"Hello, what's your emergency?" a women's voice asked.

"My dad just killed my mom," Callie cried.

"Alright, stay calm," The lady said, "where are you and where is your dad?"

"My dad ran out the door, me and my little brother are here alone. We live at 3847 Liber Lane."

"Ok, police officers will be there soon. Lock the doors and the window and only open for the cops."

"Yes, ma'am." Callie hung up the phone and did as she was told. The house never felt so cold with her mother's bloody cut body dead on the floor.

Next chapter will be all Jesus and Callie! Thanks for reading.