Hey everyone! I'm back with a new chapter... and this is my longest chapter yet. Over 3,000 words. This is an important chapter (just to let you know) and I hope you all are pleased with how it turned out.

WARNING: This chapter, towards the middle (in italics) mentions sexual assault with a minor involved. And this chapter contains mentions of self-harm, rape, etc. So just to warn you.

DISCLAIMER: I, in no ways, own The Fosters or anything associated with it. All I own is my plot of this story.

Please read & sorry for all the grammar errors. I wrote this late at night (and that's usually where I get my best ideas).

Now I'm a warrior
Now I've got thicker skin
I'm a warrior
I'm stronger than I've ever been
Warrior by Demi Lovato

"Callie, please come downstairs." Stef yelled from the kitchen all the way up to Callie's room where she was catching up on some homework that she procrastinated on. Since Callie had headphones in, she didn't listen and when Lena tapped on her door, she cocked her head.

"Yes?" She asked, her voice more serious as she saw the look on Lena's face.

Lena gave a small smile. "There's someone down there who has some questions for you." She stated with a soft voice, holding out her hand for Callie to take. Callie did, and they both walked downstairs together. She took a deep breath and saw who it was.

She shook her head, tears starting to form in her eyes, panic written on her face.

On the kitchen table sat Stef, Brandon, and a police officer, a girl, who looked exactly like Stef- same height and build- only with dark brown hair, that almost looked like chocolate, instead of blonde; she also looked more straight-laced. With Lena's urging, Callie sat down across from the police officer and next to Brandon who gave her an encouraging smile.

The police officer spoke, holding a piece of paper. "Hi, Callie. My name is Officer Joan, but you can call me whatever you want." She started, giving a small smile, then continuing, "As you know, your mom sent in a request to get a sample of semen from Greg Hutchinson to see if it matched the semen found on your clothes." Callie nodded, her bottom lip trembling; she didn't want to remember that day. "Well, we got the results back today and the results of the semen from Mr. Hutchinson was a 99.8% match. But you already knew that didn't you?" She added on.

Callie nodded slightly, wondering why they had to have a police officer tell her this when she already knew it was going to match.

"Well, now that we have Mr. Hutchinson in custody, we would like to get your statement about what happened that night, and all those other nights when he knew you from your past." Officer Joan said this slowly and with as much compassion as she could muster; she knew this must be hard for Callie. Before she said another word, Callie went into a different world, remembering all the things he's done to her from the past to the present; one of the very first memories of where she meant Mr. Hutchinson.

"Callie, I would like for you to meet my new boss, Greg Hutchinson." Her mom smiled, putting a hand on Callie's back, urging her forward to meet their newest guest in their house. "Mr. Hutchinson wants to talk about some things with me, and plus he wanted to meet you!" Her mom said in a cheerful voice, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Callie stayed close to her mom, still holding one of her hands but extending forward and waving to Mr. Hutchinson. Mr. Hutchinson gave a small smile then gave Callie something that was hidden behind his back. He got down on his knees in front of her and handed her a box of chocolates. "These are for you, miss. Callie, your mom told me how much you loved them." Callie grabbed the box from Mr. Hutchinson's hand then tugged it close to her chest.

"Callie-bug, what do you say?" Her mom reminded her.

"Thank you." Callie said, in a quiet voice; she still didn't trust this man, there was something about him. Even though she was 7, she had a knack to pick out the dishonest people in this world. While her mom and her boss were making conversation, she gently slipped away and went up to her room where she sat on her bed and ate the chocolates she got him.

After a while, she heard her mom call her from downstairs. She put another chocolate in her mouth, and raced down the stairs. But because she was racing, she missed the last stairs and slipped, the chocolate piece landing in her mouth.

She started choking, trying to gasp for air, but the sweet was lodged in her mouth. Her vision started to get blurry, she was seeing double; she could faintly hear people yelling, racing towards her; but she didn't pay attention because she was trying to get another breath in, but it wasn't possible.

She felt her body be hoisted up and someone's hands under her breasts, on her chest and felt someone pushing down, and she could finally feel the air and after a while she could breathe again. Someone sat her down on the couch, gently consoling her to open her eyes. She opened her eyes to see her mom's boss gently push her hair out of her face and let out a small smile. "You gave your mom quite a scare." He laughed, handing her a drink of water from her mom.

Callie looked at Mr. Hutchinson in wonder; her big, brown eyes filling with happiness and disbelief. "You saved me." She got out, her voice barely above a whisper- she was still trying to comprehend it.

He gave a small smile. "You're welcome, Callie." He replied back, pulling Callie to his chest. She stiffened at first but then gently eased into his hug; trying to convey her "thank you" with her actions.

She pulled back then looked up at Mr. Hutchinson. She suddenly trusted him.

He saved her.

She gave a small evil laugh, in her head, at the memory; how wrong she was back then. He wasn't a good man, he never was. He was a pedophile who got off on little children. He was disgusting and Callie was his victim.

She could hear people shouting her name, felt a hand on her shoulder, and she recoiled; it was his hands.

"Hey Callie! Got some fun games for us to play while your mom is away." Mr. Hutchinson laughed, pouring out a bunch of games on the table.

Callie rushed down the stairs, careful that she didn't have anything in her mouth- she didn't want a repeat of 7 months ago. Even though Callie was nervous as first to trust him, he showed himself that he was an honorary man; one who could be trusted. He made nice with her mom, and frequented their house very much.

Callie sat on the table, picking out the game they wanted to play together. She waved goodbye to her mom, and after her mom giving her a kiss on the cheek, the door closed.

And in a minute they were setting up the game of UNO.

Mr. Hutchinson was winning most games, but then checked the time. "Callie, its shower time." He piped in, placing the last yellow 7 on the table, letting Callie win the game.

Callie looked at the time; it was indeed her bath time. She frowned. "I don't want a bath." She fought, crossing her arms and giving an evil glare at her babysitter. Suddenly she didn't like him anymore.

He just gave a small smile. "Yes it is. I don't want your mom mad at me."

"We don't have to tell her?" Callie suggested, slyly; giving him a "puppy-dog" look, gazing her chocolate orbs up at him, putting her bottom lip up a little.

He shook his head. "That doesn't work, Callie. Now up to the shower you go!" He got up off his chair, picked her up, put her over his shoulder trying to ignore the little fists that were colliding with his back.

"PUT ME DOWN! YOU'RE A MEANIE!" She screamed, kicking and screaming but he didn't let her go.

Once he put her down, she was on the toilet. The door was locked and he was blocking it. "Okay. Time to take your bath." He urged, starting the bathtub and making sure the water was perfect.

Callie avoided looking at him, instead she was playing with her hands; she liked baths, but she was having SO much fun she didn't want it to end.

Mr. Hutchinson had an idea. He went underneath the bathroom drawer and pulled out a pink bottle that had princesses on it. He poured a little bit into the bathtub and suddenly Callie was excited to get in. She loved bubbles!

"You're lucky your mom had this underneath the sink." He commented, "Now will you get in?" He asked and Callie nodded.

Mr. Hutchinson shut the door and let Callie do her personal thing. He stood outside. "If you need any assistance, let me know."

Callie nodded, but stepped in the bathtub, playing with the bubbles, pretending she was Santa Claus. "Ho. Ho. Ho." She cheered in a low voice, puffing up her chest and moving her arms along.

She was having so much fun that she didn't even see Mr. Hutchinson sitting at the end of the bathroom, staring at Callie.

She flipped, trying to cover herself up. "What are you doing in here? You're supposed to let me take a bath alone. My mommy said so." She commented, leaning down in the bathtub on her stomach.

Mr. Hutchinson smiled. "Well what your mom doesn't know won't hurt her." Callie made a disgusted face.

"LEAVE!" She yelled at him. She didn't want him in here, especially when he was staring at her with fascinating eyes, his pupils' dilating a little bit.

"No." He fought back, coming closer to her; picking her up and standing her up on the bathtub, giving him a full view of her.

Callie squirmed, tried fighting back but his grip was too strong. "I'm going to tell mommy!" She screamed at him, tears forming in her eyes.

"She's not going to believe you. But even if you wanted to tell her, you wouldn't. You don't want anything happening to your mommy do you?" He threatened and Callie shook her head. She loved her mommy.

"Then whatever we do in here stays in here. Don't tell your mom."

Callie hesitantly nodded, letting Mr. Hutchinson get in the bathtub with her, putting his hands in places she never wanted to be touched.

And she did it because she loved her mother.

"Callie!?" Someone shouted, and she opened her eyes; trying to make her blurry vision get back to normal.

It did.

She looked around and realized that she was in the middle of the kitchen floor, everyone who was there originally surrounding her, looking at her with worried eyes. She then realized that someone was looking at her shoulder. She turned around to see that a part of her shoulder was bleeding, with fingernail crevices at the beginning of the scratches.

"Callie. What happened?" Brandon asked in a soft voice, pulling her to his chest, but leaving her shoulder exposed so Stef and Lena could patch it up. Her shoulder was covered in vertical lines, lines she made from scratching herself.

Callie shook her head; she didn't want to explain it. So, instead, she just sobbed into Brandon's chest, hating herself because she has been doing this a lot in the last month since everything was discovered. She was doing too much crying.

Callie cried her heart out, and didn't realize that Brandon picked her up and laid her on the couch with him; his hand gently caressing her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, trying to get her to calm down.

After a while she did. She sniffled then looked around to see the worried faces of her moms'. The police officer was nowhere to be found, to which Callie was thankful. She didn't need another person witnessing how weak she looked.

She never let go of Brandon but turned her head towards Stef who gently grabbed one of her hands in hers. "Callie, what happened, sweetie?" Callie looked at everyone, and with a couple of deep breaths, she started to speak.

"I just remembered… things." They all nodded, obviously understanding what 'things' she was talking about.

Brandon thought this was a good time to pipe in his thoughts. "Callie, if you told us, or the officer what happened, then that SOB who hurt you would get put away." Brandon reminded her, "then you could be safe. He's already in police custody, he won't hurt you or anyone you love." He added again, kissing her forehead.

Callie looked at everyone and then thought about the memories she just had. He needed to be punished; she needed to stop being a pushover and just let the whole world know what sort of sick person he is. She wanted to see him suffer in prison, while she was living her life as full as she could- even with everything that happened.

Yes, she was scared- probably more scared than she ever had been in her whole life, and she knew she would appear weak, worthless, but it was worth it if he was behind bars and his life was ruined. Call her a horrible person but she wanted to see him suffer like he had done to her.

She needed to stop protecting him. It was time he paid for what he did. It took her a while to realize it, but after remembering everything he's done and knowing that her family won't leave her (since they haven't left yet) no matter what, she finally found the courage to have him pay.

And to her confusion, it made her feel sort of better inside; stronger. She finally had power over him; he didn't control her anymore; and it felt good.

She turned towards her family. "Where is Officer Joan?"

And after a bunch of heartache, tears, breakdowns, and mental breaks, she finally got everything out, but avoided the horrified looks on her family's faces. She didn't want their pity or whatever emotions they showed. She wanted to take a looong shower, trying to get her off him even though he was long gone, it felt like he was right there with her; it was scary.

The officer nodded, then closed her notepad and pressed the 'end' button on her recorder. "Thanks, Callie. You're really brave you know that?" She added with a small smile. She then turned towards Stef and Lena, "We'll get Callie's statement processed then question Mr. Hutchinson about it and we'll go from there. I honestly don't think he's getting bailed out anytime soon." She smiled and after Stef and Lena thanked her, she left and Callie was still sitting there in the kitchen, putting her arms around her chest, protecting herself.

Stef seemed to know what she was thinking. "Callie, do you want to take a shower?" She nodded, then raced up the stairs.

She turned on the shower, got rid of her clothes then stepped in, using a scrubber to scrub each and every inch of her body. She needed to get him off of her. She still felt his touch on her skin. Her skin was red, but that didn't matter; what mattered was that she didn't feel him on her anymore, which was a success.

She got out of the shower and looked at her naked body in a mirror. She could see various scars everywhere; on her arms, her shoulders, her thighs, her hips; everywhere. She looked like a giant tic-tac-toe board. She hated herself for what she did. She immediately got those negative thoughts out of her head but they kept coming back.

Maybe she needed a visit with her therapist; she could wait until tomorrow.

She made her way downstairs (dressed) and sat on the couch with her family.

"So, Callie, tell me how you felt when you spoke up against Mr. Hutchinson." Her therapist asked her with a kind smile, looking at her with sympathetic eyes, secretly trying to pick up her body movements or any sings of how she was feeling.

Callie didn't say anything but pulled her knees to her chest, engulfing an arm around them. Her back hitting the soft cushion of the couch. The therapist spoke for her because Callie wasn't saying anything. It's not that she didn't want to, she just didn't feel like it. "Now I'm just guessing here, but I'm pretty sure you felt relieved because you finally told someone the whole story, not just bits and pieces. You feel stronger because you have power over him, not the other way around. You're probably scared out of your mind, wondering if he's ever going to hurt you again or if he's even going to get incriminated. You feel anxious. Depressed. Confused. Alone. Am I right?" The therapist asked, handing Callie a tissue to wipe the tears that were forming in her eyes.

Could she read my mind? Callie thought. Everything she said was true; Callie was all those things and she didn't know how to feel about all these emotions running inside of her. When she kept everything to herself, she only felt a couple of different emotions, but she could control them- somewhat. But all these emotions were too much for her to control, her body was getting mixed signals and she couldn't concentrate anymore. She needed to cut. And now she wishes she never told anyone what happened but kept it to herself.

At least when he was roaming around, she knew that he wouldn't hurt her family or anyone she loved, but now who knows what he could do? She didn't want to imagine what Mr. Hutchinson could do to her if he wasn't found guilty or got off on bail. She just didn't want to imagine it.

That along with all those memories coming back; it was like ripping a really old bandage off. It was horrible. She needed to do something to get her mind off the emotions.

"Callie, tell me what's going on in your head?" The therapist requested.

"Nothing is going on in my head." She retorted back in a sharp voice.

The therapist nodded. "Alright then why are you bouncing your leg up and down really fast? Or why do you keep blanking out when I'm trying to talk to you?"

Callie turned her head. "Because I'm bored of you?" She suggested.

"I don't think that's it." The therapist didn't get offended; she knew Callie was going to have too many emotions that she didn't know how to deal with. She knew that she probably wanted to cut right now, to get rid of all the emotions that she didn't want to deal with, or that were overwhelming her. And her being in here stopped her from doing that, and now she's overwhelmed. She needed to think of something to get Callie's mind off of whatever was plaguing her mind. She knew that she couldn't talk about anything personal with her, which would set off more emotions so she settled on some games.

With reluctance Callie pulled out the game Jenga and they started to play it, Callie almost winning; she was concentrating so hard on getting to win because it kept her mind off other things. "You're really good at this game." The therapist noted, making a small smile. "I've never seen someone pull out a block so steady." She complimented.

Callie shrugged. "I don't know." She responded back, but with a lighter tone. This game was really helping her to control her thoughts, well they helped her by not focusing on them but rather the games.

"You feel better now." The therapist noted again. "But you still need to talk." The therapist suggested.

"No I don't." Callie automatically became tough and secluded again.

"Yes you do." The therapist argued. "It's not good to keep your feelings locked in. They need to be shared, Callie. They are like poison; they rot you from the inside out. They ruin you. The only secret to stop that poison is to share. Share what's on your mind. Whatever you say won't leave this room, and I'm not here to judge. You can feel safe in here Callie; nothing will hurt you in here."

"Except me." Callie whispered under her breath, sitting back on the original position on the couch.

"Callie, the only reason why you're hurting is because you're letting it happen." Before Callie could react, she explained. "You're holding all your feelings inside and they are eating you from the inside out. I'm not saying that it's your fault, but I'm saying that you can choose to make them not hurt you." Callie was following along. She wanted to get into Callie's brain that she could change her thoughts if she wanted too; yes she knows it's hard, she had to struggle with it too. But she knew that your worst enemy was your mind. Your mind could hurt you more than anything else in the world could.

"Just share your feelings, Callie. Once you share I'm pretty sure that you'll feel less overwhelmed. Let me know how you're handling all of this." She replied back gently, still keeping her clam composure.

Callie immediately stood up and glared at the therapist. "Why do I need to share my feelings?" She yelled. "I don't want anyone to know that I'm hurting myself still. I don't want anyone to know that I'm scared as hell; that I'm confused. I hate myself for telling the police everything but I'm proud of myself also." She screamed, her voice now getting back into normal tone. "I still question whether or not I made the right decision. I'm scared. So scared. And I have all these emotions in my head, all fighting and I want them to stop. You know?!" Her voice rose again. "I want to cut again. Okay. I'm a horrible child!" She complained, her knees giving out on her and collapsing onto the floor, sobbing her eyes out.

They weren't small sobs, they were sobs that told of years and years of emotional turmoil all boiling inside up of her and releasing them all at once; all her pain and misery coming at her full force. Sobs racked her body, which was shaking violently. Her nose was filled with snot, but she didn't care; she kept on crying.

And crying. And crying. And crying. Until the therapist finally broke her out of her crying. "Do you feel better now?" She asked. Callie looked up, accepting the package of tissues that the therapist handed to her. She blew her nose, and tried to stop the tears from falling.

She didn't talk. She looked back up at the clock to see that there time was almost up.

The therapist noticed this too. She wanted to talk to Callie about the self-harming thoughts, but decided that it could wait until next time. They didn't have enough time to let Callie spill her thoughts, and she didn't want to distress the poor kid more than she already was. These past two days have been a living hell for her and she felt for Callie; she really did. She knew that Callie got her emotions out and she knew that it would be enough for now; until the poison filled her up one more time.

She made an appointment for the next Monday, so five days. Before she left, Callie turned her head. "Thank you. I feel better now." She admitted.

Kathryn replied. "You're welcome. See you in four days."

Callie walked out of the counseling center with a smile on her face. She felt better now. Mr. Hutchinson was finally in jail; those emotions were released so they weren't filling her up anymore and she finally felt… free.

She greeted her family where they made their way out to lunch.

Yeah. Everything was looking up.

"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared." - Lois Lowry, The Giver

Wow. This was my longest chapter yet, and this was the "landmark" chapter as I liked to call it. Callie finally told everyone what happened when she was younger and I hoped you liked the flashbacks. I thought you guys needed to know how they first met (haha). I know it seems like the end, but I have a couple more ideas (don't worry, they won't be really, really dramatic). I just thought you guys needed to see a chapter end on a happy note... something which I rarely do.

And I know you guys kept bugging me about wanting Callie to tell, so I added it in this chapter. I just didn't think it would be in Callie's character to just automatically tell everyone; she needed time to adjust and really think about everything so that's the reason why I didn't just immediately make her tell everyone.

Anyways, sorry it took me so long to upload this chapter. I currently am obsessing over a new book called, Ruby Red and the two other books in the series and they are really good. I have this problem where I tend to completely obsess over one thing then forget everything I needed to do. So... I hope this chapter was worth the wait.

I'll shut up now. And if you read this, then I applaud you & give you a cookie ;)

On a serious note, if you know anyone who is suffering from sexual assault/rape, or you yourself are a victim, please tell someone; it doesn't need to be somebody you know, so I included an hotline. It is 100% confidential.

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Until later,

Lauren.