Callie POV

"Do you remember, Officer Scott?" David asks me, when he turns to me

"Please, it's Amy," she spoke up

Remember her? Sure, I remember her. How can I forget her? I also hate her. Instead of helping me, she put handcuffs around me, while it should have been Liam, who she arrests! Few days later she decide to show up to the Juvenile detention center and visit me, like she was my friend or something. She pretended she hadn't done anything, that she was doing her job. I don't want anything to do with her!

"I want to go to the group home!" I state staring down at David

"Callie-" David warned me

"I don't want to go anywhere with her!" I gesture to the officer. The quick hand movement, hurt my ribs, but I didn't react to it. I bit my teeth and sucked it up.

"She has agreed to foster you," David reminds me

"I don't want to be foster by her! I don't want to go with her! I don't like her! I don't want to live her! I don't want to live with a cop!" I shout back at him, my lower lip whimpers. I have to bite my lip, so the tears in my eyes don't fall.

Amy stood there still. It was like my words hadn't offended her, not even a little bit. David on the other hand reacted a whole lot differently to what I said.

"Too bad, because you don't have a choice! The paperwork has already been signed!" David snaps back at me in raised voice, putting me down in my place. I could he didn't like my attitude, it showed. I had angered him a lot.

"I'm sorry about that," David apologizes to Amy "She didn't mean that-"

"Yes I did!" I say loudly, David turns to me a gives me a stern look

The officer smiles back "It's okay. So, are we done here or do I need to sign anything else?"

"Yes, yes...we are all done," David smiled back at the officer "She is all yours!"

David walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder. I take a step back as I push away him hand. He sighs at my action, but still continues with his little speech "Don't mess this up Callie! There isn't anyone else who would take you in! You next stop is a group home!"

With that David walks away, leaving me a lone with the officer. I felt uneasy in a whole new level once I was alone with her. The feeling that this was not going to end well for me, was strong.

"Hop on in, let's get you home," She says opening the doors to the front passenger seat for me

I swallow the lump in my throat and reluctantly make my way to the car. My ribs hurt badly, when I sat in, but I didn't make a sound. When I am sat down in the seat, she closes the doors behind me. I flinched a little at the sound of the doors closing. In a way, it felt like cell doors were slammed in my face. My freedom ended when she closed those doors behind me. This was another prison for me. I was going to live yet another nightmare. The questions remains – how long will I have to suffer through it this time?

While I watch how Amy walks around the hood of the car to get to the drivers seat, I wipe away the tears that had escaped. I haven't been this scared in a long time. What scared me the most was the authority Amy held. Law is on her side. If I would need help, while I live with her, no one would ever believe me. A police officer versus a foster kid/juvenile delinquent...

When Amy sits in the car, I dip my head down and look to my lap.

"Put your seat-belt on, Callie!" she tells me as she places keys in the ignition

I oblige instantly not wanting to cause any more trouble than I'm already in. I was sure, I will get punished for how I treated her 2 minutes ago, when we get to her house, out of the public. I am already in so much pain, I don't know how much more I could take.

After about hour and half later, Amy pulls up in a driveway, behind another car. We had turned into this sort of suburban area some 5 minutes ago. Amy parked by a two story house. The grass was mow down, there were flower beds by around the house, I saw a garage at the end of the driveway. The house itself looked very well maintained.

Who am I kidding? Olmsted's house looked well maintained as well. It's just a front, an act. Everyone knows the real monsters live inside these well maintained houses. The real monsters act as your friends before they hurt you. The real monsters blend in. They could be anyone. They could work as cops during the day.

"Here we are," Amy says stopping the engine and opening her seat-belt

I watch how Amy gets out of the car first, only then I push the seat-belt button to unlock it. My eyes were locked on the house, while I get out of the car. When I close the doors behind me, Amy locks the car from afar. She smiles at me and waits till I start to follow her to the house.

"My husband is home, that was his car up front. But I am not sure about my son, he could still be at his practice. He usually comes home around this time," Amy tells me, holding the front doors open for me "Markus plays football. He's a senior,"

"Hey, babe, how was your drive here?" I hear a voice from the end of the hall. When I look up I see a tall, average build man, it doesn't look like he is at the top of his shape. He had a short stubble, like he hadn't shaved in day or two. Aaron had black, medium length, slightly curly hair. It looked kind of messy, but at the same not, because I could tell it was combed back to one side.

"Quiet, but good," Amy had to lean up to kiss him. Aaron was at least around 1,85 cm (6,1 feet) tall. Compared to Amy, he looked big. But Aaron still looks small compared to my former foster father Matthew Malloc - he is bigger, taller and more buff than Aaron is.

"Callie, this is Aaron, my husband," Amy says as she stands between us introducing us

"It's nice to finally meet you, Callie!" Aaron suddenly extended his arm towards me. I cringe back from the sudden movement and take a step back. I didn't want anyone to touch me or to come close to me.

"Sorry," he pulls his hand back "Didn't mean to scare you," he apologizes, but I still keep my distance

He looks to Amy and points over his shoulder "I need to go check on the dinner, it should be done in some 10 minutes."

"I will show you around the house," Amy says with a smile and gestures to the first room on my left

I don't have a choice. She would show me the house either way. So I just keep my mouth shut and follow her around the house. The house wasn't as big as I thought it would be. First floor contained only a living room, kitchen and a storage room. There wasn't much to show. It was an average looking house. Reminded me of my old house, where Jude and I used to live with our parents. Nothing too fancy, didn't look too glamorous or expensive, but it does look homey. There were a lot of personal touches like pictures, small decors, flowers, notes attached to the fridge. Small stuff, but the small stuff gave the house the homey feel.

After we made our way up the stairs, which I may add, caused me a lot of pain, we got to a small hallway. There were 4 doors – the master bedroom, bathroom and two other smaller rooms. The doors to far left, lead to bathroom. Next after the bathroom was Master bedroom, but the one after that was Markus room. Which leaves the far right doors – my temporary room, while I stay here.

Mater bedroom had carpet throughout the room. There was a king size bed, a big closet, desk. There were pictures, clock and vase of flower on the nightstands next to the bed.

From the quick look around in Markus room, I noticed a lot of trophies and medals on a shelf. Markus must be good at sport. There were posters on the wall, a singed football jersey was hug up, a laptop stood on the desk, along with some books and notepads. Few clothes were tossed on a chair, I saw a sock on the ground. Looked like any other typical boys room.

"And last, but not least..." Amy says as she walks out of Markus room to the hallway, I limp after her "...Your room!" she says opening the doors

Before I walk in, I take a look at the outside of the doors to see if the doors had any kind of lock from the outside. There was none. When I walked inside, I was surprised by how nice the room was.

"Aaron finished remodeling it today. We changed the wallpaper from a pink to this...light green one. Do you like it?" Amy says standing in the middle of the room looking around "You didn't strike me as a girl who likes barbies, butterflies, unicorns and...well, you simply didn't strike me as the most girly girl!"

I don't reply, I stand by the doors and look around my new living quarters.

This room does look better than any other room I have had to live in. It was in much nicer color than the rest of the rooms I have stayed in. Actually it simply had color. It wasn't just old, dirty white wallpaper, with flower pattern. There was a nice wooden floor on the ground, but right in the middle of the room there was a carpet, that reached under the bed, that was in the corner, and the desk that was some few feet away from the end of the bed by the wall.

"New bed sheets. We went with neutral look, no flowers, no comic book theme or sport theme," Amy gestures to the bed

Warily I limp over to the bed and sit down. The bed seemed to be very comfy, the sheets smelled nice or should I say clean. I run my palm over the bed cover to feel the soft fabric. I hated to admit it, but I loved this room.

"The dinner should be ready and I think I heard Markus walk in," Amy tells me after I hear door closing sound from the downstairs "We should head back down," I comply and follow her out of the room and down the stairs.