So... I have no excuses, nothing to say but... sorry. I don't know if any of you are still reading this story, or looking for an update, but if you're still with this story... thank you. I would also like to personally thank FF user MagdaKrolock for giving me inspiration to update this story.
& as a sorry of some sort, if you want me to write you a personal fanfiction of the Fosters or some other fandom (that I sort of know) then I will be happy to write you a one-shot and dedicate it to you (although i'll probably butcher them anyways). If you are still reading this, thank you SO much. I appreciate you.
If you don't want to go back & read this story, then here are the main points.
-Callie's math teacher, Mr. Hutchinson raped her when she was younger.
-Mr. Hutchinson found out that Callie told about the rape he did to her & threatened her.
-Callie has a therapist (although that's not a main point).
I am extremely sorry; sorry can't put into words.
WARNING: Deals with self-harm, rape, abuse, and all that other dark things... if that's not for you, then that's okay.
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Dare You To Move by Switchfoot
Today never happened before Things were looking up for Callie in the three days since the Fosters adopted Callie and Jude into their home. She was honestly happy, regardless of everything that was going on in her life. She found ways to avoid Mr. Hutchinson, and to her surprise, he didn't do anything to her, which in turn, made her even more scared because she's sure that he will do something big; it's unlike him to avoid Callie.
But she would worry about that later.
Now, though, she was going to see a movie with Brandon. It was called The Fault in Our Stars. She read the book and it was really good, albeit sad, but good anyways and she knew she was going to get emotional over the movie.
"Are you ready, Cals?" Brandon asked, turning his head towards her with a smile on his face.
Callie gave a shy smile back, but nodded. She accepted Brandon's hand and got into the car (which he opened the door for her) and they drove to the nearest theater. They waited in line for a couple of minutes, got their tickets, then sat down in the theater and waited till the movie was over.
Once it was, Callie could swear she saw tears in Brandon's eyes; even though hers were blurry from trying to wipe her own tears. "I can't believe it. Brandon Foster is crying." Callie joked, pulling down her long sleeves on her jacket, grabbing some popcorn in her hand and putting it in her mouth.
Brandon cocked his head and retorted: "No. It was allergies. I'm allergic to dust particles and there were a lot of those in the theater." Callie just shook her head, but didn't say anything knowing that Brandon wanted to protect his "male pride" as she liked to call it.
They made their way back to the house where Lena and Stef were waiting for her.
Great. What is it this time? Callie thought as the smile turned into a worried frown. "What happened?" Callie asked, crossing her arms to protect herself. Nothing bad could happen; she's been having a couple good days and it couldn't be ruined. It couldn't.
But she knew it was. Callie had rotten luck.
Lena spoke first. "Callie, sit down. Brandon, you can stay if you want." Of course, Brandon did, and Callie thought it was useless of Lena to even ask- ever since… everything, Brandon has become even more protective of her, if that was even possible.
They all made eye contact except Callie, hers were turning towards the ground.
Stef then spoke, getting the main point across. No use to sugarcoat it. "Callie, we're getting a warrant for Mr. Hutchinson to take a sample of his semen to see if it matches with the ones found on your clothes." Stef stated, slowly, to see Callie's reaction and Stef knew it was going to be a harsh reaction, but never this harsh.
Callie's face was one of shock, but then after she heard they were getting a semen sample, she pushed the chair over, and started yelling at them. "No. I won't allow it. You're evil. I hate you guys." She seethed, giving them the evil eye before running up the stairs and into her room, locking the door. She thanked god that the rest of her siblings were out of the house. She didn't want them to see her this weak, this pathetic.
She knew she shouldn't get mad, but in reality, she was more scared than mad. She wondered what Mr. Hutchinson would do to her once he found out; no doubt he wouldn't be happy about it. She didn't even want to fathom what he would do to her; all she knew was that it was going to be a thousand times worse than what he's already done.
She went onto her bed, and hit the pillow several times, slamming her fists against the soft cotton, tears streaming down her face. This couldn't be happening, she thought. My whole life is about to turn upside down. She knew that it was going to come back positive, and while he might get arrested, he might not, he might run free and come after her, come after her family, or make good on his threats. She knew that she had to do whatever it takes to make sure the sample came back negative, but she knew, in reality, that there was nothing she could do.
So, she just cried and cried, tears streaming down her face and onto the pillow, until someone knocked on her door.
To her surprise, it wasn't Brandon but Stef. "Callie, is it okay if I come in?" Stef asked gently from outside the door, not wanting to push Callie into anything she didn't want to do. She knew she shouldn't have done with without Callie's permission, but she thought this was the best way. If it did come back positive (which she was 99% sure it would), they could prosecute him for rape or statutory rape, and he wouldn't be able to teach again, and his life would be ruined. But then she knew it would require Callie's testimony if the results did come back positive; and Stef didn't know if Callie would want to go through all those memories again. But it was now or never. This sicko had to be stopped.
Callie froze for a second but made her way over towards the door, unlocked it and popped her tear-stricken face out to look at Stef. "Sure." She spoke, with a bit of venom in her voice, letting her in and sitting back down on her bed, hugging a pillow.
Stef sat opposite of her, looking into Callie's eyes. She started to speak. "Callie, I am really sorry about what I did, but he has to be stopped, sweetheart. He can't keep on hurting you, hurting other people. He's an evil man, Callie, and he needs to be prosecuted to the highest extent. I'm sorry for how you feel, but I'm not sorry for what I did. I should have asked you-"
"Then WHY DIDN'T YOU!?" Callie jumped off the bed in record speed, turning her face towards Stef with a betrayed face. "Why didn't you?" She spoke again, emotions getting the best of her, and her voice wobbly, still hoarse from crying all those tears.
Stef instantly ran up to Callie and pulled her into a hug where she relented and fought; while Stef had her in a tight hold, Callie used her legs to kick her and kept punching her chest, screaming incoherent words at her, but Stef didn't do anything; she knew Callie needed to get these feelings out, and her news was the breaking point, she guesses. Stef had tears in her own eyes, she hated seeing her daughter (yes, daughter) in so much pain and hated what her past entailed. She knew it wasn't good, but never expected it to be this heartbreaking. Stef thought Callie was the strongest person she's known in all her years of life; she's been through so much but still made it out alive, and she was glad; she couldn't imagine a life without Callie in it. She kept whispering in her ear: "I'm sorry." Although she didn't know what exactly for.
Eventually, Callie's body turned weak and she stopped fighting, her knees collapsed on her, taking her and Stef to the ground. She curled up into a little ball in her arms, Callie's arms enclosed around her knees, sobbing into Stef's chest. Stef turned her face towards Callie and gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead, using her fingers to run through Callie's tangled mane. She rocked her back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Callie stopped crying then looked up at Stef with red, puffy eyes and cheeks, her brown hair plastered to her face; her voice hoarse. "Thanks." Callie whispered, and then looked at Stef again. "Can you please leave? I would like to be alone." She spoke with a tired voice, and Stef nodded; picking her up bridal style and laying her on her bed, putting the covers over her; Stef knew she was tired.
Just when she was about to leave, Callie asked one more question. "When is the warrant ready?"
"Tomorrow. He's getting the warrant tomorrow." She stated, empathy in her voice, then closed the door.
And that led Callie to more tears.
Maybe she could stay home from school the following day. Or the next week. Or the next month.
Maybe she could do online schooling- anything to avoid Mr. Hutchinson's wrath.
Callie couldn't help but walk into class today, being the last person in the class, and looking down at her books, ignoring Mr. Hutchinson's face. She was suddenly very tired, and didn't know what he would do. She was scared that every time she looked up, he would stare at her, thinking about the best ways to dump her body.
Instead, though, he didn't even make any sign that Callie was even existent in his class, but she knew that meant that he had bigger- more sinister- plans at stake. "Okay. Turn to page 394." He spoke in a professional voice, staring at the back of the class, not making any eye contact with Callie. "This is just review. I want you to do problems 15 through 35 Odd. You have until the end of class to complete it." The class went to work and Callie did try her hardest, but she couldn't concentrate- not with her rapist only a few feet away from her.
She finished working on the very last one when the bell rang. "I want you guys to turn in your papers, and if you didn't finish it, then I want you to take it home for homework and turn it in first thing tomorrow." The class got up and left, but when Callie was about to leave, Mr. Hutchinson stopped her with an arm to her shoulder. "I need to speak with you Ms. Jacobs." His voice sounded like a teacher talking to his student, but she knew it wasn't that- he had everyone fooled.
"What Mr. Hutchinson?" She decided to play the innocent card, even though she knew he would see right through that.
He retorted back. "You know what, Callie." He spoke, venom laced in his already harsh voice, turning to look at Callie with a darkened look on her face.
Sucks for that plan.
"I honestly don't know." Callie spoke again, turning her face down.
Until Mr. Hutchinson pushed her onto the floor and walked towards her, turning his face down towards her, making sure that she knew she was pray.
"I got a warrant today. For my semen." He taunted her, walking in circles around her. "I go into the police station at 4 o'clock." He then got down on his knees, and whispered harshly close in her face, seething his next words. "Who did you tell?"
Callie knew the honest answer to his question, but replied back with a wavered voice. "No one. Honestly. Stef and Lena found the skirt you had sex with me in." She stated the term loosely, showing that it didn't affect her, but in all ways it did, she just didn't want to show weakness in front of him. "Stef just told me yesterday that she issued a warrant. I never told anyone. Please, you got to believe me." Her voice didn't sound like a strong teenager, but a meekly, little girl crying for her parents; helpless, weak, vulnerable. She put her hands in front of her, thinking that it would hold some protection against her.
But she knew it was useless.
He helped her back onto her feet, letting her shake off her nerves. Callie faced him with a scared look. "Just remember. I know where your family lives. I know where Jude hangs out with his buddies every day." He threated. "How easy it would be to use a sniper rifle and shoot him in the head. Better yet, how about your boyfriend, Brandon? I'm pretty sure he would look good on the ground with blood running from his head."
Callie couldn't take it anymore. That was the last straw.
With all her strength she could muster, she put her backpack down and walked towards him, getting in his face.
Enough Mister nice, defenseless girl. He was going to get his ass kicked.
She got straight into his face, looking up at him with deathly eyes. She kicked him in his soft spot, "Don't ever talk about my family. You're just miserable because yours is dead. Your wife didn't want you because you're a pedophile sociopath who-"
And with those last words, Mr. Hutchinson punched Callie in the face, sending her small body flat against the wall.
And just in that moment, a local English teacher came walking in and gasped.
"Stay strong. Stand up. Have a voice." - Shawn Johnson
*Cliffy* But don't worry, I have the next chapter already written; i'm just waiting to post this to see if people want me to continue, or if you lost interest. That's okay if you have... I completely understand :)
If anyone you know is self-harming, dealing with rape or abuse, or thoughts of suicide, please use these hotlines to get some information on how to approach them or how to get help for yourself.
Rape/Sexual Assault Hotline: 1.800. (4673)
Self-Harm/Suicide Prevention Lifeline (even if you just want to talk): 5