Okay, everyone... i'm back with another chapter. Thanks for all the reviews/favorites/alerts/followers, you guys make me smile and i'm glad you're liking this story so much.

So, this is probably my longest chapter i've ever made on any of my FF's and I think that all this stuff needed to be addressed in this chapter. For the people who wanted Callie/Lena/Stef moments... this chapter is for you.

Again, i'm sorry for any mistakes, especially some of the characters being OOC.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Fosters, all rights belong to ABC family. And I don't own Castle, either. It belongs to ABC.

So when hard times have found you
And your fears surround you
Wrap my love around you
You're never alone
Never Alone by Lady Antebellum

Once they were done, they took a deep breath and made their way up to Callie's and Mariana's room. They gently knocked on the door and Callie didn't answer them. They knocked on the door again, but still Callie didn't budge.

Luckily Stef had a key and unlocked if for them. Callie was sitting on her bed, hugging a pillow. She looked at them and she knew that Brandon told them. She was so mad, she was going to give him a piece of her mind when he got home!

They came in and sat between her so she was in the middle between them. She didn't meet their eyes; not wanting to. "Let me guess, Brandon told you." She said with venom in her voice and when they didn't answer she knew they did. "Well, I'm not talking to any of you guys so just forget about it!" Callie said harshly at them, getting up and making her way to the bathroom.

Lena and Stef sighed, but didn't get mad. They knew that Callie was going to act like this, get all defensive. They made their way towards the bathroom, "Callie. Please come out. We aren't mad at you, we just want to talk." Stef stated as she knocked on the door. Her voice as gentle as it could be.

Callie's back was leaning against the door. She wanted to open it, but she didn't want to see the looks of pity or disgust that was going to come for them. She put her head in her knees and started silently crying, like she has been doing a lot.

A part of her wanted to run into Stef and Lena's arm and just cry, something she has been denied of for so long. But she doesn't want to see all the pity in their eyes. Or, even worse, they might send her away if they have to spend too much money on therapists and stuff. She didn't want that; this place is the only place she felt safe.

They knocked on the door, again, this time it was Lena. "Callie, please come out. We just want to talk. You're not in trouble, we're not sending you away and we're not mad." Lena stated gently, then continued, "Please open this door. Please." She begged, using the calmest voice ever. She just wanted to help Callie, both of them did.

Callie stood up, wiped her tears and was debating to open the door or not. Should she? What would happen if she did? She knew she wouldn't get in trouble, or get sent away. But was she ready to tell them about her past? What he did to her? If so, what would happen? Would the teacher kill her? Hurt her? There were just too many questions that she didn't want to know the answer to, or handle.

Even though she knew that Lena and Stef would make it easier on her, and make her say only what she was comfortable with, she really didn't want to. She didn't want them looking at her any differently, or thinking that she's disgusting.

She just didn't know what to do. But all she knew was that she would have to come out sometime, and once she did they would ask her the questions but her siblings would be there. Better now than later, she thought. And opened the door a crack.

Once Lena and Stef saw her open the door, they gave a small sigh of relief. Stef spoke first, "Callie, let's talk." She gently said and took Callie's hand and sat her on her bed.

Stef and Lena sat in front of her and took one of her hands in one of theirs, and Lena spoke then, "Callie… I'm sorry that you're feeling this way, as if you have to hurt yourself, and we won't judge or get mad, but why are you doing in, honey?" She asked, she made sure her voice didn't sound condescending or judgmental, just made sure that her voice sounded calm and collected.

Callie didn't know if she should tell them; yeah, they would know, but they wouldn't know why and that was important to her. But she assumed they knew about the rape and they knew why she was cutting, but trusting her enough to tell them; and to that she was grateful.

She looked at their clasped hands and realized that they wouldn't judge her, so she spoke, but didn't look at them. "I guess, when I cut, everything just goes away. You know. All the pain from my past; my mom dying, moving to foster home to foster home, Liam, the math teacher. You know, I was just so overwhelmed and I didn't know what to do. I just wanted all the pain I felt to go away and cutting did that."

She realized that her hands were shaking, and she knew that Lena and Stef were listening to her every word, she continued, "When I took that blade to my skin- everything, the pain, the misery, the memories, it all went away and I didn't have to deal with it anymore." She admitted and when she felt something wet on her cheeks she realized that she was crying.

Lena wiped away her tears with her free hand and laid her head against her chest, and just let her cry. She looked to Stef and saw that she had tears in her eyes, also. They couldn't believe that all this time Callie was struggling and they overlooked it. They kind of blamed themselves, but knew that even if they knew, she would still continue doing it; because ultimately, it was up to her. Yeah, they could take away every sharp object in the house and put her on 24/7 supervision, but they knew that she would find something to use. They had to support her, and trust her, not take away all her freedom to make her even more upset.

Soon, Callie lifted her head back up and looked at them in the eyes, "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. And I'm sorry that I yelled at you." She apologized, hoping that they would accept it. When they didn't talk, she quickly added, "I'm so sorry. If you're going to send me away, because I'm too much of a hassle, then at least promise me that Jude will stay here. I couldn't stand-"She realized that her breath was getting quicker and her breathing was irregular. Someone told her to calm down and had her take deep breaths. Eventually her breathing was back to normal but her face was all red and puffy.

Stef tilted her chin up to look her in the eyes, "Callie. We would never send you away, alright?" When she saw the calmed look in her eyes and on her face, she thought of something: "Is that why you were scared to talk about it with us; afraid that we would send you away?" She asked, serenely. Her silence was their answer. They nodded.

And then Lena spoke, again, "Callie. No matter what you did, we would never send you away; especially not when you need us most." She whispered sincerely hoping that Callie would believe them.

Callie nodded, but dropped her head back to her hands. "I guess Brandon told you about Mr. Hutchinson huh?" She asked, quietly. Not wanting to know the answer, but wanting to know at the same time.

Stef nodded, "Yeah. And Callie we promise that we'll have him questioned. What he did wasn't right and he needs to be punished."

Callie nodded, but then remembered what he said, "But… there is no evidence of rape? And who would they believe, huh? The messed-up foster girl or a school teacher who has a clean record, huh? He wouldn't get convicted and then he'll make my life hell. So, no, you cannot do anything about it!" She said madly, hoping to get her point across. "You guys can't do anything. So please don't do anything! You'll only make it worse!" She begged them, "Please don't do anything, please." She asked them again, her eyes filling with tears again.

Stef sighed, "Callie, even though the jury may not believe you; with what Brandon said we could get him for raping you at school." Stef filled in, "and he might only get a year or two in jail, but by then you'll graduate and he'll never find you again." Stef said, hoping that would get her to change her mind.

At that, Callie's eyes went wide, "No, Stef! He will follow me around everywhere. He raped me when I was young and I moved far away yet he still found me. I'm never safe!" She insisted, slamming her hand against the wall.

Stef pulled her damaged hand away from the wall and caught her eye, "Callie, you will be safe. Whatever it takes. Alright? I will not let him come anywhere near you. You hear me, you will be safe." She whispered the last sentence candidly; Callie's eyes caught Stef's and she saw pure genuineness in her eyes, and she felt... secured. She felt safe, but then her mind talked her out of it She can't keep you safe, silly. He'll still get to you no matter what. I mean he found you here, didn't he? Callie told the little voice in her mind to "shut up".

Lena and Stef looked confused, "Callie, who are you telling to 'shut up', we didn't say anything?" Lena told her, and looked at her, worryingly. "Are you okay?"

Callie was just so confused. Her mind was too overwhelmed. Everything was getting blurry, her head felt like it was as light as a leaf blowing in the wind; the voice was still there.

She didn't know what to do so she just screamed. And suddenly everything stopped. She collapsed onto her bed and cried. "Please don't make me talk about this anymore, please." She desperately pleaded to them with all her heart. "I can't talk about it anymore. My mind just needs to rest, please." She begged them and in perfect timing they heard the door open.

"Alright, Callie. We won't do anything for now; but when you're feeling better, we're going talk more about this, alright?" Stef said calmly and then kissed her forehead, "Get some sleep." They closed the door and when they walked downstairs they told their children to be quiet because they both had headaches.

The kids all did their things, Mariana and Jesus were downstairs fighting over the TV, and Jude was up in his room, playing with Jesus's old DS. And Brandon went upstairs to see how Callie was doing. Sensing that Brandon was going upstairs to check on Callie, Lena stopped him, "Brandon, Callie's sleeping right now."

Brandon stopped and turned towards them and asked them, "What was Callie's reaction?" He asked them in desperation, he really wanted to know about Callie. It was killing him, he kept checking his phone, during the movie for updates, but got none.

The parents sighed, "Honestly, Callie is too overwhelmed with it all. She admitted that she was cutting and that her math teacher did take advantage of her, more than once, but she doesn't want us to do anything. And right now, we aren't."

Brandon said fiercely, "why? He deserves to be put away!"

Stef sighed, and took his hand in her own, "Brandon, there might not be enough evidence to put him away because rape is always hard to prove because there is rarely any definite proof. And, also, it would require Callie to testify and right now, her mind can't handle it. She's too overwhelmed. We're going to talk to her tomorrow, because she's not going to school, and we'll see how it goes from there." Stef said, and Brandon nodded, understanding.

"But… wouldn't there be evidence on her clothes?" Brandon asked, "I mean, she hasn't washed them yet!" Brandon grabbed her clothes from the laundry basket upstairs, and handed them to Stef.

Stef thought about it, "I don't know, Brandon. The most I could do is get it tested for DNA evidence. But most rapists don't leave any evidence." Stef reminded him, and took Callie's clothes and put them in a big bag.

"Okay. I'm going to go do my homework in my room." Brandon said nicely, but making the opposite way into Callie's room. He opened the door and saw her passed out on her bed, her cheeks still red. He went up to her and watched her sleep for a second when he realized that she was whimpering. He shook her shoulders, but it just caused her to recoil all the way into the wall.

"Get off me. No, PLEASE! AHH!" She silently screamed and Brandon started whispering comforting words into her ear, hoping that she will calm down.

He sang her a song that he heard from the radio and hoped that it would calm her down. He tried to remember how it went. Just close your eyes. The sun is going down, you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound. She suddenly stopped whimpering and curled into her blankets more. He sighed, glad that it was over and glad that nobody overheard. He kissed the top of her forehead and made his way to his bedroom, to focus on his homework.

Come dinner time, Callie didn't come down and when Jesus asked, Stef replied that she had a huge headache and was sick. Jesus didn't say anymore.

Then was bedtime; Lena called the attendance saying that Callie couldn't come in and then they both went to bed, getting out their laptops and searching something on Google.

Once everyone went to school, Callie still slept in. She woke up at noon. She realized that she overslept and quickly got her clothes on. Why didn't anyone tell her? Lena and Stef would be so mad! She rushed to get her jeans on when Lena and Stef opened the door to see Callie rushing.

"Callie, what are you doing?" Lena asked her, seeing her jump up and down to get her jeans on.

"I'm late for school." She rushed past them when they stopped her.

Stef explained, "Callie. You're not going to school today. Just rest."

Callie nodded, just tired of how they were treating her; they were treating her like a little kid and she didn't like it. She was a teenager!

Stef had to go to work at 4 and she sent her ex-husband over to grab the clothes and get them tested for DNA evidence, it should take 72 hours to get the results back.

Callie changed back into her pajamas, which felt good, and went downstairs to eat something. She microwaved some cold pizza and ate it, enjoying the silence. She was embarrassed about her actions yesterday; she totally freaked and flipped out, not to mention punched the wall, which she now realized that it hurt like hell and that there was a bruise forming on her knuckles. She hoped that she didn't punch a hole in the wall.

Lena came back down with some cream and some gauze. She wrapped Callie's bruised hand, "You have some strong hands, girl." She teased wrapping Callie's damaged hand.

Callie started to apologize again, "Lena, I am so-"

Lena put a hand over her mouth, and whispered, "If you say you're sorry one more time, I will personally take away your phone." Lena threatened with a smile on her face.

Callie nodded, "Alright, Lena. I'm sorry for ap-"

"Ah-ah-ah. Stop apologizing." Lena laughed and Callie laughed with her. Lena was happy that she heard Callie laugh, it seemed like centuries since she last laughed or smiled.

Once her damaged hand was bandaged, Stef came down and sat on a stool in front of Callie, "Callie, we grabbed your clothes, the one you wore to school yesterday, and we're going to get them tested for DNA evidence. If there is any evidence on there, then we will put a case against him." Stef said to her, then added, "Is that alright?"

Callie nodded, with definite evidence people would think that she wasn't lying, well not fully. "Yeah."

Lena kissed her cheek, and whispered, "I'm proud of you, honestly Callie: I am." And Callie smiled as she finished the last piece of her lunch.

Once she was done and Stef put the plate away, Stef said, "Last night we were looking at therapists and we think you might benefit from one-"

Callie set her glass of water down and shook her head fiercely. "No. It's already bad enough that I told you, but I don't want help. I'm used to doing everything on my own, I can do this!" She demanded of them. But didn't movie and she didn't know why.

They assumed they would get this kind of reaction, "Callie, that's why you need to see a therapist. You've already dealt with so many things on your own, you shouldn't have to deal with this on your own."

"But, I have you guys and Brandon. I don't have to deal with it on my own." She whispered to them, reminding them.

Lena sighed and got down on her knees to look at Callie's eyes, "Yeah, Callie. We will help you but sadly, none of us have the resources to help you. That's why you'll go to a professional. They deal with this kind of stuff. And you will get better." Lena reminded her and Callie, knowing she wasn't going to win, nodded.

"Fine." She stomped her way to the couch and decided to watch TV. They sighed and Lena called to make an appointment with a therapist.

Lena set up the appointment for tomorrow at 3 o'clock, on a Saturday. Because today was Friday they wouldn't have to worry about the kids getting home tomorrow, to which they were grateful.

They made their way into the living room and saw Callie watching some cop show about a writer and a cop. And Callie was really interested in it. She was watching an episode where the main character, a cop, forgave her partner for re-opening her mother's murder case. He apologized and she knew that he did it because it's what was best for her. Callie applied this to her life; Brandon was the writer dude, risking their relationship to help her get closure, and if she could forgive him then maybe she shouldn't be as mad as Brandon.

"Callie," Callie turned towards them, "Your appointment is tomorrow at 3. We're all going to go, alright?" Callie nodded and turned her head towards the TV, really getting into this murder-mystery show.

When Brandon came home he looked and was glad that Callie looked better, happier. He hoped that she wasn't too mad at him, and if she was, he would understand. But what surprised him is that Callie said, "Thanks."

"For what?" He asked, very confused. She was apologizing to him for telling her 2 biggest secrets?

Callie gave a small smile, "Thanks, you know, for making my nightmare go away."

Brandon nodded, and put Callie's hand within his own, "Callie. What did the moms talk to you about?"

Callie shrugged, not looking at him, "Going to therapy tomorrow. They think they might have evidence to convict him. Things are going good." Callie smiled, really wanting to get mad at Brandon, but she realized that she couldn't; no matter how hard she tried.

Brandon couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you mad at me?" He asked, bluntly.

Callie looked into his eyes, "because you weren't doing it out of spite, you were doing it because you cared about me and nobody has ever done that before. Thanks!" She kissed his cheek and then went upstairs to take a shower because she was sweaty.

Brandon smiled, glad that things were looking better for Callie.

So... no cliffhanger this time, and the only reason is because i'm not going to be able to update for like a week or so and I don't want to be mean and leave you haning. So I ended this... happily, I think.

But don't think this story is over yet... I still have several chapters to go. I have so many ideas, and if you have any, please feel free to message me or leave a review about it; if I like it, and I can work it into my story, I just might!

And I know I tortured Callie, but I looked up things online and was told that if somebody does get too overwhelmed they can start hearing voices in their head, but don't worry, Callie isn't going to turn schizophrenic. And do you guys think I should torture Callie more or has she suffered enough? I really want to hear your opinions because I can go either way.

I know that several people use the song Safe & Sound in their FF's but I thought that it was good to enter it in here, so... I don't own that song, either.

And thanks again for all the reviews/follows/favorites, being a writer that didn't expect many reviews on her stories, having over 50 is amazing for me. So... thank you guys so much :) I love you all.

And don't you like all my refrences to TV shows. Last chapter was Grey's Anatomy and now this time it's Castle. Well, I like having references. And i'm obsessed with Castle and i've always wanted to add a Castle reference in one of my storis and I did! If you haven't seen Castle, then go watch it... it's really, really good.

Until next time,

Lauren :]