Hello, everyone! Lauren here and i'm back with a new chapter. This is one of my longest chapters and I'm really excited about how this one turned out. And I hope you guys like where i'm taking this story. I have some more ideas, but this is also a main chapter that you have to read. It's important.

Anyways, sorry for the long wait, but i've been really busy and I finally found some time to write it. But, also, this took forever...I couldn't decide what I wanted to do, so I listened to some songs for inspiration.

Disclaimer: I don't own any songs or rights to the TV shows or songs or characters.

Thanks again for all the reviews, alerts, and favorites. I adore each and everyone of you!

Also this chapter does deal with some strong subject matter, so please read cautiously.

Lauren.

No, I can't make it go away
Oh, but keeping it inside won't fix it
I can't give you every answer that you need
But I wanna hear everything you wanna tell me
Cry With You by Hunter Hayes

Callie tried to back away from him, but he was too fast and went over her and locked the door. He gently pulled her away from it, even though she tried to fight it. She opened up her mouth to scream, but he covered her mouth with his large hand and whispered inhumanly in her ear, "If you scream, or even say one word, I will hurt the only person you love- your brother, Jude." And with Jude's name, Callie nodded. She couldn't let her brother get hurt. She would not allow it.

He released her and then sat her down on one of the desks, and then peeked out the window of the door and checked the hallway, to make sure no one saw. Once he was sure, he turned back towards Callie and he sat right next to her, and gently ran his hands up and down her thighs. "I wondered how much you've changed. You've obviously gone through puberty." He said as if it was a casual conversation between two people.

He ran his fingers up her thigh and then traced her body, with his finger, all the way up to her chest area where he gently outlined her breasts with his hand. Callie closed her eyes, and tried to think of happy memories-any memories so she wouldn't have to feel his hands or hear his voice. He then pulled her up from the chair and slammed her onto the carpet floor behind his desk. Because his desk was facing the door, if anyone looked in, they wouldn't see them. To which he was grateful.

Callie winced when her head slammed into the floor. She felt something wet in her hair and she hoped that it wasn't blood, that it was just water from the vase that he hit. But she knew, in her heart that it wasn't. Her eyes were tuning watery and everything she saw was blurry. She blinked a couple of times and tears were streaming down her face.

He gently wiped her tears, but she flinched away from him as he did that. She didn't want him acting so caring, when in reality, he was as cruel as Satan. He actually looked hurt for a second, but she knew that it was fake; he had no conscience. She knew that. He smiled as he started taking off her shirt, leaving her in only a pink bra. Her hands were pinned down with one of his arms, so she was weak. He started feeling her and then worked his way down towards her pants and unbuttoned them. He then did the same thing to his and Callie closed her eyes as he leaned towards her and landed on top of her, smiling.

Callie couldn't tell you how many minutes passed, but after a while, he stopped and buttoned up his jeans. Callie was too stunned to move or say anything; she couldn't believe that she let him do that to her. Again.

He got up and then kissed her forehead before letting Callie get dressed. She got back into her clothes, and then made her way towards the door. He stopped her with a hand on her arm. "If you tell anyone about this, I will hurt Jude, or maybe that lover boy of yours-Brandon."

She turned sharply on him, "We are not a 'thing'. He doesn't even like me." Callie said, but even she knew that it was a lie. He just gave a small smile and opened the door for Callie. She quickly ran away and bumped into somebody.

And just to her luck, that somebody was Brandon.

He looked down at her worryingly. He peeked through the door and saw the teacher buttoning his shirt, and then saw Callie who had tear streaked eyes, a wrinkled shirt, and a blank look in her eyes. His mom was a cop, he saw many of these cases each day. He knew what happened, and he felt sick.

He quickly hugged Callie and rushed her out of the school and dragged her into the car. She didn't say one word to him and just stared blankly out at nothing. He waved his hands in front of her face to get her attention but that didn't work. He tried to talk to her but she didn't respond; she was too in shock. Brandon shrugged his shoulders and then drove. He drove home and then snuck Callie inside. He called to his family, and he was so thankful that none of them were home.

He saw a note saying that they were going to a doctor's appointment for the twins and he knew that it would take them at least an hour. Or so he hoped.

He tried to get Callie up the stairs, but she cried because her legs were sore; she could barely move them. He picked her up and carried her up the stairs bridal style. He set her down on the toilet and wet a washcloth. He put some warm water on it and then washed all the tears and grime off her face. His heart broke at the sight of Callie; he never wanted her to go through any of this. Once her face was cleaned up, he went into her room and gave her some sweatpants and his t-shirt that was one size too big for her.

He set the clothes out on the counter for her, and gently said, "Get dressed. I'm right outside if you need me." He didn't pressure her or say anything; he just wanted to let her know that he cares for her. He closed the door but stayed outside of it, just in case Callie called him.

Callie just eyed the clothes and then got up to look in the mirror. In the mirror she saw how broken and bruised she was. Her legs –especially her thighs- hurt like hell, she has bruises on her arms from where he grabbed her, she felt her head and saw that there was dried blood. Knowing that she couldn't let Stef and Lena see, she turned on the shower and washed herself. She washed herself in every single place 3 times; she had to get him off her.

Once she was done and made sure that she felt clean (well as clean as she could be), she got out and dried herself; and then had a chance to look fully in the mirror. Her thighs were bruised black and blue; on her bicep there was a bruise shaped as a finger print and there was a huge bump on her head. She felt it and then started silently crying. Soon though, her legs gave out and she fell to the floor, her back resting on the bathtub. Her head was between her legs and she silently cried. She cried for herself, for Brandon, for Jude, for Liam, for everyone and every mistake she made.

Brandon was outside and he heard Callie getting in the shower. He expected that and rested his head against the wall of the bathroom; he couldn't believe that Callie of all people was taken advantage of by an adult. By a teacher. Someone who was supposed to encourage and help students, not hurt them. His stomach felt sick at the thought of someone hurting his Callie. Yes, his Callie. He couldn't stand to see her hurt; he knew that her home life after her mother died couldn't have been great, but he assumed that she was at least safe in most of them (except the latest one), and he was so sad that he was wrong. From the look on Callie's face, he knew that this was more than just a one-time thing. He wondered what kind of sick man would do that to a teenager.

It was about 25 minutes and Callie still hasn't come out; he didn't know if he should knock on the door or just wait. In the end, he decided that he would just wait. He knew Callie wouldn't want anyone to see her in such a vulnerable position and he didn't want to bring any more stress on her. He listened and heard some wrinkling of clothes and figured that she was getting dressed.

Callie took a deep breath and covered her arms in her chest, to hide the scars. Brandon's t-shirt was big, but it was short sleeved and only covered so much. She quickly went out the door and when she saw that no one was there; she released her arms and then ran into… Brandon. He apparently was getting something from his room when Callie ran into him.

She hastily tried to cover her arms, but Brandon saw something on them and then gently grabbed them. She looked down while Brandon was observing her arms; he saw scratches, some new and some old, all in a little line in all different sizes. He saw some scarring also. "Callie," He asked in his most gentle voice possible, "What are these scratches from?" He saw Callie freeze, but then put on a façade.

Callie took a deep breath and instantly replied, "Oh… umm… when I was at the old foster house, they had a cat and it kept scratching me no matter how many times I told it to stop. And then the new ones were from… were from… um… when Jude and I were playing, when you guys were gone, a vase broke and it the glass scratched me." She knew that the excuse sounded weak but she needed something, anything, to keep him from finding out the truth.

Brandon looked into Callie's eyes and knew that she was lying. It wasn't hard. She was looking down, not meeting his eyes, and she stuttered through most of it. He knew where the scars were from, he remember leaning about it in health class a long time ago. He never knew that Callie would resort to it, but he could understand why. "Callie? What are these scars really from?" He pushed her, but not too much because he didn't want her to get all defensive.

Callie looked up and looked into his eyes; she wanted to tell somebody, but she was scared that he wouldn't understand or he would judge her or tell the mom's and she didn't want that to happen. But if anyone would ever help her through it, it was Brandon. He was always there for her, no matter what, and she knew he would never judge or look at her any differently. He was her strong tower and he knew that he would try his best to help her get over whatever was plaguing her mind. And that he would always be there for her.

She took a deep breath, "Fine. I'll tell you, but you have to promise that you won't tell the moms." Callie pressed him, making sure that he got the message.

Brandon knew what Callie was going to say but he didn't know if he could keep the promise. If Callie was really hurting herself, he couldn't help her. Even though he wanted to, he doesn't have to tools to get her through it. "I can't make that promise, Callie. And it's not fair. You need help, Callie." He hated to admit that to her but he had to say it. She had to get it through her mind.

Callie looked hurt but still held up a strong mask, she pulled her arm back, "No, Brandon. Lena and Stef can't know. They will send me away or give me help. I DON'T NEED HELP!" Honestly, in her mind, she knew she needed help but she didn't want to admit that to herself. She didn't want to seem weak or vulnerable; 2 things she loathed being.

Brandon grabbed her arm and ran his fingers through them, feeling each and every one. Callie shivered, feeling overwhelmed by what Brandon was doing. "Brandon, why are you looking at them? They're hideous." She said, hoping to change the subject so Brandon would forget about the telling-the-moms-part.

Brandon lifted her arms up to his lips and kissed each and every one of them, showing them that they weren't hideous. He gently said, "Callie, they're not 'ugly', they're 'beautiful'. They show that you have been through so much and made it through. I know what he did to you, Callie. And he needs to be arrested-"

Callie screamed at him, "No, Brandon. NO! He didn't do ANYTHING!" Callie couldn't let him tell the police, or their moms, he would hurt Jude or Brandon, and she didn't want them getting hurt because of her.

She said again, "NO BRANDON! NO!" She screamed and then whispered threating, "If you tell anyone. I will personally never talk to you again. You hear me. They cannot know."

Brandon asked his question, "Callie, why can't they know. He fricken hurt you!" Brandon wanted to get it in Callie's mind. "He needs to be locked up!"

Callie fought back, "NO! NO! NO! He'll hurt you or Jude and I don't want that. You guys mean too much to me and… and…. And…" Callie's feet collapsed again and Brandon caught her before she fell. He slid back against the wall and let her cry into his shirt; getting it all wet. He had tears in his own eyes as he saw Callie in this much pain. He whispered into her ear and gently rocked her back and forth. He didn't know what he was going to tell his moms, but now, he didn't care. He just wanted to make sure that Callie was okay.

How did you guys like it? Did I do okay? I love to hear your thoughts! Don't worry. For the people who want Callie/Lena/Stef moments... you'll get some probably in the next chapter.. so don't worry.

And also the song "Cry with you" by Hunter Hayes and "Fix you" by Coldplay were my 2 biggest song inspirations to write this. If you haven't heard them, I recondmend that you do... they are amazing!

And will Brandon tell the moms or just leave it be? Hmm... who knows. Anyways i'm always open for suggestions or comments you have on this story... thanks!

I promise the next chapter will be up sooner.

Lauren.