Hey... i'm back with the newest chapter. Pretty fast, right? Lol. Yeah, I had some time over the weekend; instead of doing my homework (like I should), I was working on this and some other stories ;)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. This story is going to get more intense... sorry :/

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the plot and my OC, Mr. Hutchinson. All rights belong to ABC Family and their respective owners.

On with the story...

How did you get here?
You;re locked inside all this fear
Inside you're crying out, your mind's at war
Feel The Light by Britt Nicole

When the Fosters got home, Callie, overwhelmed for the day, went up into her room to just calm down. She couldn't believe that she just told some stuff to someone she barley even knew. How could she do that? And then she thought about her teacher, Mr. Hutchinson. Would he know? Would he kill her? Her family? She was so worried. She didn't want anyone to get hurt because she couldn't keep her mouth shut.

She groaned, it was just too much for her. She pulled up her sleeves and saw the scars that marred her arms, all different directions, some old, some new. It looked like someone played tic-tac-toe on her arms, only with blades instead of pencils. She traced them with her finger and thought about cutting, but then thought about the 3 people downstairs. She didn't know what to do.

The blade was calling her name, whispering Callie, we need you and you need us. Come to us. Callie was so confused, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to cut, but another part of her was telling her not to. Gosh! Why did life have to be so difficult? Would it be easier if she just never existed? She thought about it and for a minute, she thought that the world would be a better place without her, and she would be in peace. No more pain. No more misery. Peace. And that's all she has ever wanted.

She groaned and was about to get up, to go to her blade, when Brandon came in. "Callie. The moms want to talk to you."

Callie nodded, pulling down her sleeves and Brandon stopped her and rolled her sleeves up, "Don't hide them. Don't be ashamed of them. We all know about them and we're not going to judge." Brandon said to her as they made their way down the stairs. Callie smiled a little bit.

The moms were sitting on the kitchen table, holding each other's hands. They had a piece of paper in front of them. Callie and Brandon sat down.

"What's that?" She asked, timidly, afraid to know the answer.

Lena and Stef sighed, "It just came in the mail. It's to see if they found any semen on your clothes or not and to see if we can arrest him for something."

Callie nodded, not knowing which one she wanted the answer to be. She wasn't getting her hopes up, though, she knew that he was smart enough not to leave any evidence. But, hey, maybe she was lucky.

Brandon held her hand and rubbed soothing circles on the top of it, soothing her. Stef slowly opened it and then looked at the results.

She looked at them, and then back up at the eager teenagers. Stef smiled, "They found a little bit of semen on your clothes. They can't tell if it's his because he's never been in the system, but they put it on an alert. This is good, Callie. It means we're one step away from putting his ass in jail." Stef said to her, patting her hand.

Callie and Brandon both smiled. Brandon was glad that they could finally get some evidence to question him; and Callie was happy because he would soon be out of her life, but not her memories and that she could live with.

Callie gave them each a hug and then was about to go upstairs to do her homework when Lena stopped her. "Callie, is it alright if we have you switch math classes? So you're not with him?"

Callie froze. She never thought about that. She shook her head, "No. Nope. I want- need to stay in his math class. I'm not changing." Callie said with such demand in her voice that everyone knew that there was no challenging her.

She quickly ran up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom, where no one could get her. She sat on the closed toilet and put her knees up to her chest and gave a small whimper. She wanted to get out his class, more than anyone, but she couldn't. It would get him suspicious and make him question what she said.

She then let out another small sob. Why did she have to be so messed up? Why? What did she ever do to have all this happen to her? She just didn't know the answer and she wanted to know why her mom died, why no one, in any foster home (except for this one) cared for her, and why she was tortured in more ways than one. Why did all of this happen to her? She just wanted to know the answer to at least one question. She let out another sob until she couldn't control it anymore.

She just broke down sobbing, on the toilet, like a kid. Wow. Look at you. You're pathetic, Callie. Crying? On a toilet seat? What are you, some little 5 year-old kid? Maybe you should just go die, that way you would never be pathetic again. Callie tried to escape her thoughts, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tired. They kept haunting her, laughing viscously at her, waiting for her to break down and just… end it all. Maybe a part of her wanted to. Wanted to end her life. Maybe it would be easier for her. She shook her head, trying to get out of those malicious thoughts. No it wouldn't. Would it?

She was just even more confused than before and was just… overwhelmed. Again. She thought she heard knocking, but she wasn't sure. All she could hear was her loud, gasping sobs. She didn't hear the door open and she didn't feel the person wrapping her arms around her and carrying her into a room. She didn't feel anything. Just numbness. And all she heard was her cries.

When Brandon saw Callie rushing up the stairs, he knew something was wrong. He thought she was going to hurt herself and when he saw her close the door to the bathroom, his suspicions grew even bigger. He tried to pull the door open, but it wouldn't budge. He remembered there being a key and he looked on top of the door, to try to find it, but it wasn't there. He knocked, but Callie would still not let him in.

He sighed and ran around the house like a crazy man, trying to find the key to the bathroom. He ignored his moms' incredulous stares; he just cared about Callie. He wondered why she didn't want to get out of the class that her rapist was in; he just couldn't understand her mental state, but then again he didn't want to. He didn't want to feel the pain that Callie felt every single day. He couldn't deal with it all, he would have broken down and just… he didn't know what he would do and he hopes he never has to deal with a situation like that again.

He looked in the couch cushion, and of course, there it was. He grabbed the key and could hear Callie's heart-wrenching sobs. He opened the door and gently carried a sobbing Callie to his bed and rubbed her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, hoping it would calm her down.

He looked at the clock and knew that his siblings would be back soon, and he knew for sure that she wouldn't want anyone –especially Jude- seeing her like this. Broken. He whispered into her ear again, hoping she would calm down- or at least lessen the sobbing. Eventually she did and looked up into his eyes.

He could tell that she was confused about how she moved places. She looked at his face and then at his bedroom and she came to the conclusion; Brandon must have carried her into his room, to calm her down. She groaned and desperately tried to wipe her tears. She couldn't believe that she could be so… pitiful.

"Hey, it's alright, you know?" Brandon told her with a small smile on his face. "I won't tell."

Callie gave a small grunt while getting up, "Please. I bet you, you could hear by crying 5,000 miles away." She joked back, but then whispered, "Thanks."

Brandon smiled and hugged her, "You're welcome. But I have one question that I want you to answer-but only if you're comfortable with it."

Callie nodded, but before Brandon could speak, said, "You want to know why I want to stay in his class?"

Brandon nodded, obviously surprised that Callie spoke his question. Was she psychic? He thought.

Callie smiled, "No. I'm not psychic, Brandon. But I can't have him being suspicious. Trust me, it's for the best." Callie said to him and she kissed his cheek then ran into her room and started doing her homework, hoping Brandon would leave her alone.

Apparently Brandon got the message and made his way downstairs, getting his mind ready to answer the countless of questions from his mom's.

He walked downstairs and Lena was the first one to ask, "Is Callie okay?"

He nodded, "Yeah. She's fine. Just needed to cry for a little bit. That's all." Brandon didn't want to invade Callie's privacy and he hoped his parents wouldn't pry.

Lena nodded, happy with that answer, but Stef had another one. "Did she, you know…?" Stef still couldn't say it.

Brandon shook his head, "No. It looked like it, but no." Brandon told her then went to the living room to watch some TV, waiting for his siblings to get home. He hoped Callie would be okay and was trying to piece together Callie's answer. I can't have him suspicious. It's for the best. What did that mean? He shook his head, hoping to enjoy the laughter that the TV show gave him.

Soon his siblings came home and he waved to them as they sat their backpacks and everything else on a bench in the hallway. "How was school, guys?" Stef asked them, smiling.

Mariana shrugged her shoulders, "It went okay. Nothing interesting. I'm going up in my room."

Jesus was next, "Good." Then went to play video games in his room.

Jude was the only one left, looking as innocent as ever. "Why wasn't Callie at school today?" He asked, really curious. "Is she okay?" He asked worried, not wanting anything to happen to his sister.

Lena eased his mind, "She's fine. She just wasn't feeling good and had a tough day; but I'm pretty sure she would love to see you." Lena hoped that her brother would get Callie's spirits up.

He smiled and raced up into her room and saw Callie reading a book on the bed, with her back against the wall. He ran up and hugged her. "Why weren't you at school today? Lena and Stef told me that you weren't feeling good. Are you okay?" Jude asked, curious.

Callie gave a huge smile, glad that Jude acted like nothing was wrong, "Yeah. Everything's just fine. How was your day? Did you get a lot of homework?" Callie asked, hoping to get his mind off everything.

Jude piped up, "We had to do a project in class today and my friend, Connor, was my partner and we finished the project early. We were applauded by the whole class." Jude exclaimed and Callie was honestly happy for her brother. Happy that even though things were looking dim for her, that everything was looking up for him. Because, to her, Jude was more important than anything in this world. Even her own life.

Once Jude was done talking about school, he gave Callie a kiss and another big hug then left to go to his room, "Connor and I are going to talk on the phone. See ya!" Callie laughed and continued reading her book.

She didn't want to know what was going to happen tomorrow.

But for now she was going to enjoy hearing Jude's laughter, on the phone, and try to remember that life isn't that bad. And that it would get better.

But, boy, was she wrong.

What was she doing at a counseling center? He thought as he saw Callie hold hands with someone that he couldn't quite make out. Did she tell her family about what he did? Now, he was nervous. He prayed that Callie didn't tell because if she did. He would make sure that she would regret it.

But how would he find out?

He decided to follow her and see what she was doing and who she was talking to.

But, sadly, after following her for the rest of the day and seeing that she was in the house, doing nothing, he just sighed.

He was going to find out one way or the other.

And he had the perfect plan to find out.

He would just have to wait till tomorrow when Callie comes back.

And he would finally have his answer.

But even if she didn't tell, he will make sure that she will never, ever tell.

He drove off, his black Yukon fading into the distance.

"Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind."

So... did youu like adding his POV? Should I do it more often (I promise it'll be longer than this).? You tell me :) But anyways, I really hope you like this chapter.

Not much to say, but for all of you who are starting school (or are already in school), I hope you have a GREAT year filled with lots of memories.

Okay, until later.

Lauren.

btw: I also don't own "Clockwork Prince" by Cassandra Clare (the quote). I only own the book.