Minor swearing in this chapter. Sorry to all the kids who haven't heard that before but then again if you haven't what are you doing on this site?

I do not own The Fosters or any of their characters. Blah de blah. Same old same old.

Callie's POV

I'm almost home now. It's been 10 minutes and I haven't stopped crying. I can't believe Stef would call me those things. I thought. I thought she loved me. Apparently not. I'm a whore who ruined their lives. I begin to sob again as I get out of the car and run over to my house.

I unlock the door and rush in, accidentally leaving the keys in it. I close it behind me and walk over to the fridge grabbing a beer.

I walk into my room and dump my stuff near the bed, quickly sitting down in the corner of the room with my head in my hands. I sit there and sob. Nothing's gone right.

Brandon's POV

I'm about to pull into Callie's new street I think, I'm not that great with directions. I can't believe my mom. Calling Callie a whore and saying that she ruined our lives. It's the opposite. I need to talk to her even though I'm not sure I'm ready. This needs to happen now.

I pull into her driveway and try to figure out what to say. I'm pretty sure I sit there for at least 15 minutes trying to figure out what I'm going to say to her. If I'm being completely honest with myself. I'm not ready to talk to her. If I do I'll loose it and start screaming. But after today. I really have no choice.

I get out of the car and walk up to the front door. I'm greeted by Robert.

"Hey Robert. Um is Callie here?" I ask nervously.

He smiles. I haven't really noticed how nice he is. "She's probably in her apartment." A puzzled look comes across my face. "It's on the side of the house don't worry you'll find it." I say thanks and walk over to see the door is open slightly and the keys are still in it.

"Callie?" I say waiting at the door to see if she responds. There's no answer.

"Callie?" I say again pushing the door open slightly and walking in. I look around I can't find her anywhere. The fridge and cabinets are open. 'Where is she?' I think to myself. I walk up to her bedroom door and knock. There's no answer, I push the door open. And that's when I see her.

Sank into the carpet in the corner of the room. Her head is in her hands and her eyes are red and puffy from crying I guess.

"Callie" I say trying to get her attention. She looks up at me. Her eyes look sunken. She breathes in heavily. "Yes" She says quietly.

"What mom said back there" I begin. "She doesn't mean it." I say struggling to find the right words.

She looks up at me. "Yes." She says a bit louder. "Yes she did." I can tell she's struggling not to loose it.

I'm about to say something when she interrupts me. "Why are you here Brandon." She looks down at the floor. "I know you're not ready to speak to me." She says moving the half full beer bottle around.

"And how would you know that." I retaliate.

She looks up again. "Because I know you Brandon." I can't deny that. She does. "I know that you're trying to come up with reasons to hate me. You're not gonna stop that until you tell me how you feel so.." She finishes and looks down at her bottle.

I'm not trying to come up with reasons to hate her. I have one already. I just. Can't. I couldn't possibly hate her. But I can be angry. I can be hurt and furious.

I don't say anything, I just nod. She slants her mouth to the side. We sit like that for hours. Just sitting and thinking.

Finally she brakes the silence. "Well." She says standing up and wiping her eyes. "I'm hungry. I'm gonna get the pizza out of the fridge." I can hear her voice break a little. "Do you want any?" She asks. I nod. As she walks into the kitchen I just notice what she's wearing..

She walks back in with the food and we eat in silence for about 20 minutes when she speaks again. "It's getting late." She says swallowing a piece of pizza. "You can sleep on my couch if you want."

I'm surprised by her offer. The way I've been treating her I thought she would of said the opposite. I nod and look down at my knees.

"Brandon." She looks up at me. "Yeah" I reply.

"You need to tell me what you feel." She says her eyes pleading.

"I can't." I answer. I don't want to hurt her even more.

"You can." She persists.

"I can't." I say back my temper starting to rise now.

"You can." She fires back.

"Fucking hell Callie!" I yell now. I've lost control of myself and before I know it..

"You want to know what I feel then fine!" I scream.

"You're a selfish bitch who can't decide what she feels. One minute you love me the second minute you want nothing to do with me! You do whatever the fuck you want to make yourself happy even if it puts me at risk. Worst of all, after what we did in the cabins, you deny it all to the judge. You know how that makes me feel. Used, angry, furious even. And you know the worst part. Despite everything you've done to make me feel the opposite. I still love you."

Wowow. That was a really short chapter Liz. I know liz you should get your ass in the game and improve on your writing. Nahh