Callie's POV:
I knew it. I knew it.
"I knew it." I said out loud "It's all my fault." I whispered running my hands through the fibers of the fabric of the sheets.
"Callie-" he started but I interrupted him suddenly angry.
"Stop it!" I shouted "Stop lying to me! Tell me what you are actually thinking instead of made-up crap that your only saying so I don't get hurt!"
"Okay." he began "You want the truth? I'm tired of you toying with me! You have to call the shots! Always! And whenever one tiny bit of doubt goes into your mind you break up with me. Crushing me! And it's like you don't even care! Neither does anyone else! All they care about is Callie! And when I actually am selfish for once, I get yelled at for it!"
"I do care!" I shouted back at him but all he does and shake his head.
"Oh really? After we broke up you ran straight to Wyatt! Don't you see that hurts me too?! Doesn't sound like someone who cares!"
"Maybe I was trying to move on!" Again he shook his head "Stop that!"
"I'm sorry I can't help it. It's all about what precious Callie feels! Not anyone else right? Queen Callie must call all the shots! Queen Callie controls everything and everybody!"
"That is not true." I stated simply
"Oh really? It's not? If you run out that door crying, whose side would everyone take? Yours! If I did the same thing, they of course would have to listen to you side of the story too! Try it!"
I slammed his door shut and walked out. He said something else but I didn't bother to listen. I walked to my room and decided to do my homework.
Callie's POV:
He was right.
He hasn't talked to me for several days. I haven't talked to anyone. Neither has he. They ran to me, not him.
He is right.
I felt like yelling at them. Telling them to take their son's side for once. Maybe he wouldn't have sold fake ids, gone to the bar the day of my second attempt at adoption or anything else. No, those things were my fault.
Things are better for him without me. I know what I need to do.
The dinner table was silent. Everyone else was talking little chats about their day. But Brandon and I never said a word. To me the table was silent.
Stef and Lena saw both of our discomfort and to my dismay, they asked me what was wrong. This was it. I had to tell them.
I stood up. My gaze landed on Brandon who would rather look down at the plate filled with lasagna, without a single bite taken out of it, than me.
The Lasagna.
I had walked through the door. I only sat down by request. All eyes fell on me which I found rather uncomfortable, who wouldn't? The most uncomfortable one, though was Brandon's. It went into me and seemed so deep and caring that I felt like saying everything to him. But I knew that was wrong:
Callie, you've only known him for a couple of seconds! You don't even know his name!
It didn't matter though because that's when it all started. He passed her the lasagna, her first dinner at the Foster's. She decided to make a little joke. Which might have been mean, asking if he was from a ninety-nine cent store. But she was trying to get him to stop. But he continued staring at her, occasionally taking at bit of lasagna. The look was uncomfortable because it was warming. She hadn't had that in a while. But it was also quite frightening.
Liam looked at her the same way.
But now she knew. Brandon is nothing like Liam. Brandon would never hurt her. Him hurting her was not the reason why she was doing this. The reason was simple. She was hurting him.
She could never do that.
And so she said "I have decided that I am going to get emancipated."