A/N: This story is going in a new direction, not what I thought about but I really like this new direction, I might just change a little bit of my old idea and transform this to a new and different thing. This chapter wrote itself, and I really like it. Hope you like it too. also- about the comments- thanks for all the support and all the helpful tips, It is one of my first fanfics and the comments really help me improve and to write more.
Callie took three steps away from the car.
She looked at it.
She felt her heart beating faster and fasted.
She was breathing way to fast and it was getting harder and harder to breath deep breaths.
She started to cry not knowing why.
"Excuse me? Are you okay?" She heard a child's voice.
She turned around to see a little boy with a worried look.
"Where are your parents?" she gasped
"I don't have parents. They both died When I was little. My foster mom just left me here" The kid replied.
As Callie heard what he said something in her brain clicked and she remembered this very great foster family she once had.
She remembered how one day her foster father told her to get in the car and they drove to a different town and then he told her to get out of the car.
She remembered him telling her he will come back and take her.
She remembered being scared and not knowing what to do.
She never saw him again.
She stood in the corner of the street where he left her for almost two days until some old lady called the police and told them.
When the police came Callie didn't want to leave, she didn't want to tell them her name, but her information, such as her fingerprints and her picture, was in the system and they discovered the story
quickly.
She never saw that foster family again.
Callie closed her eyes.
"You need to relax. now. You need to help this little boy. Now. Start breathing, slowly." She told herself.
After a few moments her breathing was normal again and her heart wasn't pounding as fast.
"What were you doing?" The little boy asked when she opened her eyes
"I was just, I don't know, relaxing I guess. I am a foster kid too you know. And me and my little brother, we both found an amazing family. My mom is a cop, and we will both go in to the hospital right
now and she will help you okay?" The boy nodded.
"So kid, what's your name?" "Matthew Shepherd, but you can call me Matt" "My name is Callie ,um, Callie Foster Adams" "My mother's name was Callie" little Matthew said as they walked into the hospital.
"Callie you should be in the car. Sitting and resting babe. Me and mama were just on our way to you" Stef said
"This is Matthew shepherd. His FOSTER PARENTS just left him here. We have to help him" Callie said, pointing at Matthew's direction, emphasizing the words foster parents
"Hey Matthew, Im Lena and this is Stef" Lena said standing on her knees so that they would be in eye level.
"You can call me Matt" The boy said looking to Lena.
His eyes were bright green. He had red hair. He wore a jean's overall and a green T-shirt with giraffes on it.
He didn't look older then six years old.
"Matt can you tell me where are you from?" Stef asked as she got down on one knee
"San Diego"
"Wait so how did you end up in here? Did your foster parents drove all this way just to leave you far from their house?" Callie asked, surprised that Matt's foster parents worked so hard and drove him this far.
Matthew shrugged his shoulders as a tear appeared in his eye.
"Hey! don't cry kiddo, everything is ok" Lena hugged his little body
"We are going to take you back to San Diego, then we will find your social worker ok? do you know their name?" Stef asked after Lena took a step back, but Matthew nodded.
Stef then stood up and looked around, to see if there is anyone that looked at the boy, she thought no one would just leave this tiny kid all alone, his foster mom must have stayed to make sure he is ok.
But there was no one that looked at them.
No that one cared about him.
She hated the system so much, for not finding a home for the young child, for probably leaving scars in his little wonderful mind, for not looking at the families they leave kids with.
She suddenly got angry at the system for everything they had done.
Both to her own kids and to all of the other kids.
Every day she hears about another kid that committed a crime or done, and she knew 99% of the time the kid had done that because of his childhood.
She looked at Lena and sighed her to stand up and that they had to talk "Callie sweets can you maybe take Matthew to the car? I think there is even a car sit for kids in the back from when Mariana and
Jesus were small" "Yeah sure" Callie answered as she walked away holding Matthew's little hand.
"Stef that is not okay what that family did to the kid" Lena said as she got up
"I know but I don't know what to do" Stef rubbed her hands in her face, they both had a long night driving to Las Vegas and they were tired.
"He looks like a good kid. I have no clue why did the family just leave him here FIVE HOURS AWAY"
"Oh Lena. Five hours away. I am so tired baby. And I am so sad. Just think about how scared he must have been" Lena came closer to Stef and hugged her. "I love you" Stef said "And all of our kids. I was so relieved we could go home and forget about all of this."
"Stef, I have a good feeling about this little kid. I think he will be alright" Lena said, with that spark in her eyes that Stef loved so much "And I love you to" she added.