Hello everyone! I'm finally back with a new chapter. Sorry it took forever; it's just that I had trouble figuring out what the answer to Callie's question was. I changed this chapter like 15 times, but after the 16th, I finally liked it.

I hope you like it :)

She paused, waiting till the last minute to answer. "Yeah. I feel uncomfortable around him." Callie didn't look at them; she didn't want to see their faces and endless questions. She hated to confess it, but it felt good. To get that off her chest. Maybe they wouldn't ask her any questions; and maybe they would leave it at that.

As predicted: they didn't.

She stared at them, and then Lena came towards her and titled her chin up to look at her. She said in a soft voice, "Callie? What else has he done to make you feel uncomfortable?" She asked, and Callie debated telling her the truth. But she couldn't protect herself.

Callie gave her the answer that she gave them last time, "He called me names and stuff." It technically wasn't a full lie. He did call her names and do stuff to her. But Lena didn't need to know that.

Lena nodded her head, obviously not fully believing her. Stef came up and joined her wife. "Okay, Callie. I'll make sure that you don't serve detention with him." Lena reminded her and kissed her wife before going in the living room to grab her phone. Most likely making a phone call to the school.

Soon it was only Stef and Callie. They were both at a loss of words; it was dead silence. Until Stef decided to speak up, "Callie? Whatever he did to you. You can tell me, you know. I will never judge you. Remember that." She retold her before kissing her forehead.

"Alright, Callie. Do your homework." Callie nodded her head and quickly ran up the stairs.

When she got in, Mariana was in her room. She avoided her wavering gaze and looked down at her homework.

Mariana looked at her suspiciously, "Callie? What did you get in trouble about?" She closed the book she was reading and sat on her bed.

Callie didn't respond to her, just continuing to doing her homework. She didn't want to tell anyone anything else.

Mariana pushed her again, "Callie, spill."

Callie decided to tell her something that should satisfy her, "I got in trouble at school for flipping a teacher off." She left it at that, and Mariana seemed convinced.

"Well, I've done plenty of worse. Anyways that's a stupid thing for the moms to talk about. Did you get in trouble with them?"

Callie stared at Mariana and left to find some peace. She liked Mariana, and liked her as a roommate; sometimes, though, she was just… persistent and annoying. And she didn't feel like talking to anyone about what just happened, her especially.

Next thing she knew she was in Brandon's room. He was playing the guitar effortlessly as if he has been playing it since he was born. She leaned against his door with her arms crossed in front of her. She had a slight smile on her face. Out of all her foster siblings, Brandon was by far the one she was closest to. She didn't know why, honestly. After Liam, she made a vow not to get close to any of her foster siblings, for fear of leaving. But Brandon…. He broke through her walls she tried so, so hard to put up. He listened to her, cared for her, and not once pitied her for her past. And, around him, she felt something she hasn't felt in a long time- safe.

All her foster homes have either abused her, blamed her, or took her back to the foster system. This family -apart from Liam's family- she felt secured here. Something, she never really experienced for such a long time.

"Hey Callie." Brandon shook her out of her thinking, and put his guitar down; looking straight at her. "What's up?"

She came into his room and sat down on his bed, "Nothing much. Just needed a break from Mariana's questioning." She left it at that.

"Yeah. I love her, but sometimes she can get annoying." He admitted to her and Callie nodded, agreeing with him.

"What did you do to get in trouble with the moms about?" He asked her, cautiously. He didn't want to scare her off.

Callie shrugged, pulling down her long sleeves, "I flipped a teacher off in school." She admitted, not looking at Brandon's eyes.

But Brandon knew that there was more to the story than she was saying. But he knew that she didn't want to tell him. So he wouldn't push her.

"Wow, really? Which teacher was it?" He questioned, patting her closed hands.

"Mr. Hutchinson." Just saying the name made her want to throw up.

Brandon could see the way her face cringed and he wondered what happened to make that face. All he knew was that it wasn't something good. And he didn't really know if he wanted to find out what it was.

"Well. That's stupid to tell the moms about." Brandon chuckled and Callie gave a small smile.

"Yeah. Tell me about it." She gives a dry laugh, and he can hear the hatred in her voice, and he really wonders why that is.

"So… are you in trouble with the teacher or the moms?" He asked curiously.

"No, actually. And I did get in trouble with the teacher but I'm not going have to serve a detention or anything." Callie said to him with a really happy voice.

"Wow. You got off lucky." Brandon told her and Callie nodded, agreeing with him.

Callie checked the time and realized that it was late and she had to do her homework. "Anyways. I have to finish my homework." Callie said and left his bedroom.

Callie had to get out of there, and she didn't know why. It's just that when Brandon said that comment, she wanted to yell at him. She didn't get out lucky… but maybe she did. She didn't know, she was just confused.

She went into her bedroom and tried to focus on her homework; and while she got it done, she knew that at least some of the answers were wrong.

The rest of her day continued like normal. She laughed with her family, bickered with them, and they had Callie's favorite dinner; and Brandon gave her a private music lesson.

At the end of the day, she went to bed happy. Her and her family were on good terms, she didn't have to serve detention with him (she didn't want to say his name), and she finished her English homework which she had trouble on.

The next morning she got up and got dressed in some dark-colored skinny jeans, a high-low top with a jean jacket, and converse. She went to school with her family and said goodbye to them as she made her way to her first class.

As usual, her classes were boring, and all she did was half listen, doodle, and took some vague notes. She was still worried about what Mr. Hutchinson would say about her not serving detention with him.

The bell rang and she took her seat in math. When he walked in he looked sternly at Callie but didn't say anything. TO which she was grateful. Maybe she would get off the hook, she thought, as she continued on with the lesson.

Unfortunately, she wasn't. The teacher made her stay late, again, after class. She walked right next to his desk, not looking at him. He got up, closed the door, and turned to look at her.

She backed up into the window in the wall. She put her hands in front of her, as a defense mechanism. He went up to her and got into her face; his eyes blazing with anger.

He spoke, "Callie. What did you tell your mom's?" He asked her, angrily. Spitting on her face.

Callie feigned innocence, "Nothing. I told them nothing."

He slapped her face, but Callie didn't get fazed by it. "Then why aren't you serving detention with me?"

She recoiled, "Because my parents don't like you." She said, with closed eyes, hoping he'll believe it.

As usual, he doesn't. He slaps her again and this time there is a red print mark on her cheek, she rubs it. "No! I think you told them about what I did!"

"NO! NO! I DID NOT!" She screamed at him, hoping that someone would open the door and see what he is doing to her.

"YES YOU DID!" He looked at the time, and didn't want people to be suspicious of Callie not being in the class. So he left her, and opened the door.

While she was leaving, he grabbed her arm, and said in a deadly whisper, "You're staying after school. Make up a lie to your parents. If I don't see you after 3, I'll tell the cops that you threatened to kill me and punched me."

He gave an evil chuckle, "And who do you think they would believe? The foster kid who was in juvie or the outstanding teacher who won a bunch of awards." Callie nodded, and ran out of the room as fast as she could.

She was late to her class, again, and this time if she was late one more time, they would call her parents. She didn't want that. But she didn't tell the teacher why she was so late. She didn't want him to know.

The school day was over, and Brandon and his siblings went to meet her at their usual meeting place. She tapped her knee, and when all of them were leaving. She didn't.

Brandon called over his shoulder, "Callie, aren't you coming?"

She had to make up a quick lie, "No. Wyatt invited me over for some coffee. I'll be back before dinner, don't worry."

Brandon looked a little wary, but didn't question it. "Alright. I'll tell the moms."

"Thanks!" She called back and pretend to make her way towards Wyatt and checked behind her. Once she saw them leave the school property, she went into the school building and into Mr. Hutchinson's room.

She opened the door and he said, with an evil smile, "Hello, Callie. Let's continue to where we last left off, when we were rudely interrupted when you were 8."

Callie froze. She knew what was going to happen.

And she knew that it was going to destroy her.

So... thoughts/ideas/comments? Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. This chapter isn't as great as the other ones, and I know it's kind of short, but I think this was a good stopping point. Anyhow, i'll try to update as soon as I can.

Until later,

Lauren.