A/N- Well, here's chapter three. Let me know what you think. I know im making things tightly linear so i can skip some time if you all want. I hope you are still liking it, and thank you for sticking around. your reviews/follows/favs make me happy. Let me know what you think! Please R&R!

As always- i don't own the Fosters, all i own is half a mug of coffee.

Callie POV

We enter the bedroom. All three of us are shrouded in silence, the air is heavy and tension thick. Stef places her hand on the low of my back to lead me to the bed. I flinch. I feel kind of bad about it its not like I can control it. I can see the hurt in Stef's eyes even though she turns her head to hide it.

We are all sitting awkwardly on the bed while someone thinks of what to say. I don't even want to be here so they can take the reins. Why do they even care? I see the sad looks on their face but I didn't do anything to hurt anyone.

"Callie..." Lena sighs, her voice always relaxes me. I see her reach forward and as she brushes tears away that I didn't realize were falling. Why do they have this ability to make me feel, I want it to go away. I don't want to care if they're disappointed or seek their praise. I don't want to long for them to hug me and worst of all I don't want to feel so freaking safe when they do.

I hear a deep sigh and realize it came from me. My cheeks blush as I duck my head further down.

"Sweetheart... Please look at me." This time it's Stef's voice that breaks the silence, her voice is steady and strong I can't help but comply and meet her eyes with my own. I'm surprised to see what looks like a mix of love and concern.

"Please talk to us. We want to help you but we can't do that if we don't know whats wrong." I want to stand up and scream that everything is wrong. That knowing what happened in every foster home before here wasn't supposed to be normal is wrong. That me trusting them to tell them about Liam is wrong. That them not yelling at me for breaking the mirror is wrong. That they never should have taken me in because now I have to feel things I haven't felt since my mom died and that is so wrong I cant breathe. But, I can't so that. So I sit there in silence and look down to my swollen, bruised, and bleeding hand trying to count the pulse from the throbbing.

Lena POV

Callie shies away further and looks down. My eyes follow her and I finally get a look at what damage actually occurred. Her hand looks like it must hurt, a lot. We also need to get it cleaned, take out any remaining glass, and see if she broke anything or not.

Apparently Stef's eyes drifted there too as she sighs and stands up, looking back at me a bit defeated that the girl still hasn't said anything. We lock eyes as Stef says "Love, I'm going to clean up the bathroom so no one gets hurt and bring back some things for Callie's hand." She's also telling me to try to talk to Callie alone, like I might have luck. I nod and give a sad smile then she turns and exists the room.

My eyes land on Callie again and she is looking at me intently, as if shes trying to read my thoughts, as if I might finally crack. I start to move closer to her but she stiffens as if she might run. I take in a deep breath and pause, just looking at her. I'm trying to express that I won't hurt her that I just want what's best for her. I think she gets that as I see her visibly start to relax again.

So I move forward slightly again. This time she doesn't move. I end up sitting right next to her and take her hand. No words have been spoken but I know words aren't needed. I've seen with Jude that touch is her language. She squeezes my hand which I think startles her a bit because she then pulls it away and shifts over. "It's okay. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." I try to encourage but she looks back at me with bewilderment. As if no one stays so why would I even think to say that.

"You will leave, everyone does. One day you'll realize how defective I actually am and send me back to the factory with all the other broken toys. Even if you didn't want to, what I told you earlier, that puts a big 'sexually volatile' sticker on my forehead. Just please keep Jude, okay?" My heart breaks that she thinks she'll get taken away and all she cares about is who will take care of Jude. I wish so much that we had gotten them before they went through all of those bad homes.

"First you are not defective honey, you have had a hard life and done what you needed to survive and keep Jude safe. There is nothing about that which makes you anything other than a strong person. Second, no one is taking you away. You are not volatile, what happened was not your fault, therefore there is no reason for you to go anywhere, okay?" My voice cracks and my eyes well with tears seeing the desperation in this girls eyes but I need her to know she's safe.

"No one believed me then, why would they now?" She says as her resolve dissolves and she breaks down in tears. The day has been filled with so much emotion all of us are exhausted. She starts shaking as sobs rack her body.

"I believe you! I will always believe you." I say as I wrap the sobbing girl in my arms as tears start escaping my eyes. I expect her to pull away but apparently she is really tired because she just leans into me and lets me hold her as I whisper in her ear that she's safe here, she's loved, and she's not going anywhere.