Chapter 2

Author Note: This was suppose to be a one shot but I got inspired. This story might turn M-rated in the future but for now I will leave it. This story is no longer going with the exact storyline of the show.

I woke up and rolled out of Wyatt's arms,he shifted in his sleep so I stood for a second to make sure he didn't wake up before going to Wyatt's bag and looking at his phone to look at the time. Midnight. I put Wyatt's phone back in his bag and it buzzed, I quickly picked it up and recognized the number immediatly...it was Lena's number. My heart started to beat in my chest and I felt a lump in my throat as I clicked on the message.

"We are driving overnight to get there. You guys are probably asleep but when you wake up and get this just stay at the motel until we arrive."

No...this wasn't happening. I threw Wyatt's phone on the floor and quietly walked out the door. I walked up to the railing and slid my hands over its cold surface. My eyes started to water and it stung from my crying session just a mere 2 hours ago. As the tears tried to fight their way out of my eyes I took my hands and pressed them against my face trying to prevent another bout of tears...but it didn't work, before I could stop them I saw tears landing on the railing and slowly rolling off and onto the ground. My heart pinched in my chest and I was having trouble breathing...a panick attack. I haven't had one since I moved in with the Fosters. Then I felt a feeling I haven't felt in a very long time,a feeling I haven't felt since my mom died. I needed a release something to take away the anxiety and I knew what I had to do.

I slunk my way over to the stairs and went down as a cold breeze swept across my face causing my face to freeze where the tears had previously rolled down my face. Then I saw what I needed...a rock. I ran to it and sat down on the ground to pick it up. The rock was rough against my hand as I lifted it into the air and smashed it down onto my leg. I cried as I lifted it up and repeated this four more times as a bruise started to form across my leg. I let out a loud gasp as I let the rock drop to the ground and I felt someone grab my shoulders.

"Callie what the hell are you doing?!" I heard Wyatt talking but I couldn't physically see him. I knew he was there but I was off in a distant word..a world I haven't been to in a long time.

"Callie what's wrong? What are you doing?!" Wyatt crouched down to the ground in front of me and looked into my eyes. They were filled with concern and worry and I just wanted to throw up at the sight. I always do this,everyone I come in contact with I hurt.

"I...I can't..I saw-" I tried to form a sentence but my mouth was so dry I couldn't and as I started to settle into reality the seering pain in my leg started to come to surface.

"YOU TOLD THEM WHERE I WAS!" I finally spit out

"So you decided to beat yourself up? What the hell Callie just talk to me."

"You shouldn't have told them, it's not your place!" I tried to get up but I was dizzy and my leg was still in quite a bit of pain.

"Maybe not, but I care about you Callie and I don't want you to end up living on the street! You're better then that Callie!"

"I am not! I am not better then that Wyatt, don't you understand? I don't deserve you,I don't deserve Jude and I certianly don't deserve Stef and Lena okay! I betrayed their trust,I kissed their son!"

"So you made a mistake Callie! Everyone in the world makes mistake okay it's not just you. Stef and Lena CARE about you okay they LOVE you or they wouldn't be driving all night just to come get you and make sure you're okay."

"I can't with you..I am going upstairs." I gritted my teeth and stood up despite the pain and tried to walk upstairs.

"Let me help you." Wyatt grabbed my arm and helped me get up the stairs despite me not wanting him to and we went back into the motel room. I sat down on the couch and looked out the window hoping Wyatt would just let it go and go back to bed.

"I'll be right back." Wyatt walked out the door and within four minutes he was back with a bucket of ice. He grabbed a shirt out of his bag and wrapped the ice in it before handing it to me.

"You want to tell me what happened out there?"

I shook my head and put the ice on my leg where a noticable bruise had appeared.

"Come on Callie, I can tell you want to talk about it."

"I haven't done that in a long time..." I looked at Wyatt for a second and then back at my leg.

"What? What haven't you done in a long time."

"Hit myself...I know-I know it sounds crazy and I know it sounds stupid."

"It doesn't sound stupid...I just don't understand" Wyatt put his hand on my shoulder and scooted closer to me.

"Most people they only know self harm as one thing. Cutting. That's all they know but I-I hit myself and other things..."

"Other things?..."

I reached over to the bucket of ice and put a piece in my mouth before speaking "I...I used to dig into my skin with my own hands to the point where I would bleed or bang my head against a wall until my vision got blurry sometimes I would even burn the soles of my feet..." I moved my leg and took the socks off my feet before lifting them to reveal a scar in the centers of both my feet.

"I don't even feel the soles of my feet anymore, all the nerves are dead." I put my foot back down and took the ice off my leg.

Wyatt looked down at his hands and his hair fell in front of my face. He must think I am a physcopath or some deranged maniac. I mean why not right? The only other person I ever told this too...well he raped me and told me I was worthless and the only thing that made me worth something was sex...so why wouldn't Wyatt feel that way too?

Before I knew it Wyatt lifted his head and I saw something I never thought I would see...tears rolling down Wyatt's face.

"Why are you crying?" I said as more damn tears fled down my own face.

"Callie the thought of someone else hurting you makes me so angry...but the thought of you wanting to hurt yourself...well that just breaks my heart." I cried when these words came out of Wyatt's mouth and before I knew it my lips were against his and his hand was rubbing up and down my back, then for a moment just for a moment I felt safe. All that had happened in the last hour seemed to fade away and it was just Wyatt and me.

"Callie you should go to bed...Stef and Lena will be here in the morning." I nodded and got up and went to the bed and once again fell asleep in Wyatt's arms.

Authors Note: This was very emotional for me to write as I mirrored some of my past expierences onto Callie. I hope to continue this story if people like it.