A/N- Thank you all for reading/reviewing/following, i appreciate you all. Thanks for sticking with the story, i know her progress is slow but she's getting better. Also I know I changed to make it a school night but if you're still reading I figure you're used to me changing things. If you get the chance please leave a review and let me know what youre thinking. Enjoy.
As always- I don't own The Fosters, all i own is this half eaten bag of Doritos.
Lena POV
"Hi B" I say into the phone. "Hey mama. How are things going there? I'm running out of ideas. We got ice cream after the movie but everyone's a bit tired." I cringed at the thought of them inhaling the frozen sugar mess but I know he's trying his best to help and I can't fault him for that. "Okay honey, that's fine. Thank you for looking out for everyone. You guys can head back here but please straight to bed. I'll talk to you all in the morning." "Of course, it's past bedtime on a school night." How could I forget it's a school night, I work at the school and I forgot it was a school night?! I know Callie's going to be staying home tomorrow but what about the rest of the kids. I don't like them taking time off but on the other hand I sent them out so late and kids need sleep. I need to talk with Stef.
"Thank you. Drive safely, you have my babies in that car. I love you." I say as I walk back to the room. "I love you too. See you soon." As I hang up I walk back towards the bedroom. Lately I don't feel confident entering rooms, I never seem to see what I expect. I pause to take a deep breath and push the door open. I'm starting to really hate surprises.
Callie is at her dresser throwing her clothes out on the floor. Stef is behind her and keeps picking the clothes up and putting them back in the drawer. If I wasn't so concerned I'd laugh at the sight. I didn't think I'd been gone for too long, what the heck happened? I walk a pace closer and Stef looks up catching the movement. I mouth 'what happened?' and she mouths back 'no idea.' as she shakes her head. As they keep moving I watch for a moment and see Callie is getting more and more agitated by the moment.
"Callie." I state, I can't tell if she's just ignoring me or can't hear me. "I tried that." Stef mumbled. I couldn't help but give her a 'really?!' look. Seriously, the last thing I need right now is attitude from her too. "Callie." I say again as I walk closer. She still isn't responsive, anything I do at this point will probably scare her. She still doesn't seem to register my presence. Her movements and breathing are faster than than moments ago when I entered the room. I don't really want to find out what's going to happen if it gets worse. I'm standing behind her by this point and wrap my arms around her, bringing her arms to her side and inhibiting her movements. It's still clearly hard for her to recognize my presence as her arms attempt to reach forward to get more clothes a few times.
As it seems to hit her that she can't freely move anymore her hands grasp at my arms, she starts trying to wriggle out of my grasp. Thank goodness for having Jesus as a child, before we got him properly diagnosed and on medication he was quite wriggly. The anxious girl in my arms starts begging for me to let her go. My arms just grasp around her tighter and I whisper in her ear that she's safe, she needs to breathe and I can't let her go until she calms down. I'm thrown off when her legs give way and almost take us both to the ground. Thank goodness for Stef who catches us as we slowly lower the girl to the ground.
Callie POV
Clothes, must get things packed. Why are there so many clothes? Didn't I already take these out? I don't have this much stuff. I should just go without anything. It's not like I need it but it's all I have. I always take this when I get sent away. So many clothes, is this the never ending drawer? Why do I have so many things here? They got me things, things I don't deserve. That's why they're sending me back, they realize I don't deserve them. They're right, I don't. I don't deserve their love, their respect, their care.
Why aren't my arms moving? I have more clothes to take out. Must get the clothes so I can leave. Must leave now. Can't waste time. Stupid arms. Why aren't mine moving. Wait? Whose arms are those? No, you don't get it, you have to let me go. It's better this way. Let me go. I need to leave before they send me back. I won't survive it this time. This house broke me too much. That's what I get for trusting someone. You made me weak and now you're making it worse. Please just leave me alone. Let me go! LET ME GO NOW!
Oh, there are those white spots again. I should start naming them with how often I'm seeing them lately. I hear something by my ear, it sounds nice. Wonder what it is. Air shouldn't burn but breathing hurts and I feel like I'm inhaling fire. My breaths are hitching and I don't know why. My legs are wobbly too. Let's sit down. Yes, sitting. That should help. Oh arms. They're still there. Guess we're all going down. I feel the arms around me, there are more arms. Hmm, where am I? It's like a safe little warm cave.
Why am I here? Actually, better yet, where is here. It doesn't matter, I guess. As long as I can stay here forever. I don't feel sad here. There's that sound next to me again. I know that sound, it sounds so familiar. Oh, it's a voice. Okay. Hmm, lets play a guessing game. Female voice. I don't know to many women. Mom? No, she left me. Things got dark and I got hurt when she left me. I can barely remember the sound of her voice anymore anyway. Stef? No, not her. I'd know her voice anywhere, it reminds me of my moms. Whose then? Lena! It sounds like Lena. I like her, she's pretty and nice. Her voice makes me happy. Now what is she saying?
"You're safe. I've got you." Duh, that's the arms around me. As my senses start to get focused on the present I recognize she's right. I feel her and Stefs arms around me, and I smell the coconut shampoo she uses. I try to bury myself deeper into the scent and her arms tighten. "You're okay love." I can't help the tears that escape at the use of a pet name, as if I am one of her kids. "You're not going anywhere, okay? We won't let that happen." Hearing those words the glass shatters and the moment is ruined as I'm thrown back into reality. They are though. Bill will take me away.