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CHAPTER FIVE

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The gleeful chants echoed in the corridor, loud and clear. Brandon frowned slightly looking and looked at his brother. Usual when a fight occurred, either Jesus or him would go and alert Lena. But Lena no longer worked at Anchor Beach and neither of them wanted to talk to the woman who'd driven their mama to quit. Which meant that it was up to them to stop it.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

They found the crowd quickly - all they really had to do was follow the noise. A large circle of spectators stood in the hallway, all cheering, none looking particularly bothered about the outcome of the fight. Which more than likely meant that one of the participants involved wasn't very well liked and the other...was. Weaving they're way through the ever-increasing sea of teens, Brandon felt his stomach drop as he made eye contact with one of the fighters.

Her curls messed up, brown eyes wild and enraged and lip bloody, Callie was at the centre it all - and currently trying to punch Dexter Brown in the stomach.

"I don't know what to do! What do we do?!" Mariana appeared at his side, her eyes wide with fear. "Brandon, what do we do."

He took a deep breath, figuring it out. "We stop them."

"How?!"

Looking back at them, he found that Callie had delivered a punch to his nose, causing a scarlet fountain to gush. It was completely out of control. Evidently the teachers nearby had reached the same conclusion.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!"

Mr Michaels, a maths teacher infamous in the school for his bad temper, bellowed, silencing the students. "You, come with me." He glared at Callie, before lessening the intensity of his rage and turning to Dexter. "You to, come on."

Yet another teacher playing favourites. Brandon sighed. He doubted it would end well.

...

"Suspended." Callie winced as she walked through the doorway into the living room where both moms stood, their arms crossed.

"You got suspended for fighting." Stef raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to tell us what's wrong? And don't say nothing - you just got suspended for fighting - something's up."

"It's not... it's not important. I'm sorry, okay?" She made a move to leave the room. Stef stopped her.

"No, it's not okay!" She exclaimed. "It's like you've became this whole new person - someone whose hostile and Moody, and picks fights! Why, Callie, why?!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" She didn't mean to yell, not really, but she was fed up. She was tired, her hand hurt and she was fed up of being constantly checked on. "YOU GUYS, YOU JUST... YOU WOULDN'T GET. YOU'RE WORLD'S ALL RAINBOWS AND KITTENS. IT DOESN'T GO WRONG FOR YOU, NOT EVER. SO LEAVE ME ALONE AND STOP TRYING TO UNDERSTAND, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T. And I don't want you to." Her last sentence was spoken so softly that Stef wasn't sure she'd even realised she'd said it. But she had.

"Callie.." Lena began, taking a step towards her.

"NO!" Pushing past both adults, she ran from the room, not giving either mom the chance to talk. Stef sighed.

"She's been crying, Lena," she told her wife. "Last night I found out she's been crying each day. And we're not the only worried one's. Mariana's concerned , so that means that the other kids have probably noticed too. We need her to talk to us. She needs it."

Lena nodded. "But later, let's give her a chance to calm down first."

"Okay. But later we talk."

"Later we talk."

...

In the end it was somebody else who asked her about it. Jude stood near the sink, slowly drying a dish as he watched his sister busy herself tidying up. He'd noticed how her eyes were rimmed with red and he wasn't sure that he knew when she'd smiled last - it certainly hadn't been recently. The last time she been like this, they'd been living with the Olmsteads.

"You've been crying." He stated rather than asked, and frowned slightly as he saw everyone else stiffen. So they'd noticed it too... "Why?"

Callie paused, thinking of the right way to answer - the way that was least likely to upset him. "No I haven't, Jude, I'm just a little tired."

Jude frowned. "Don't lie. You're tired because you've been crying. I heard you."

She sighed and went to sit beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders and bringing him close. "Sorry. I was just being silly. There's no reason." She smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'd tell you if there was."

"So you are happy here?"

"Yes! Of course!" She kissed the top of his head. "You're here. My family's here."

"What about Sophia?" His innocently asked question made her stiffen and move away, add she desperately tried to regain control over her emotions.

"What about her?"

"She's your sister too. And you called Robert you're dad..."

"No Jude!" She ran a hand through her hair, aware of everybody's gaze on her. "I didn't mean it when I called him that - it was a mistake. And Sophia's my half-sister - she doesn't mean anything or count as family."

"I'm your half-brother." He reminded her, becoming agitated.

Shit.

"No! No, Jude - baby - no." She hugged him tightly. "You're my brother, you're my family. You know that."

"Okay..." He remained unconvinced.

She turned to the others, who were still watching her from the doorway. "And you're my family too, right?"

Stef nodded, smiling happily. "Of course, Slugabug." The others agreed. "Now let's get cleaning!" They continued to tidy the kitchen, joking around and laughing - the epitome of family.

Then the phone rang.