AN: Thank you everyone for reading, for all of the nice reviews(You are all so sweet and amazing), for following and for adding stories to your favorites. Means a lot, truly. I'm glad I have such awesome readers.

As for the guest who asked, what is Amy's celebrity look a like - well, picture something between Missy Peregrym and Jessica Biel (more Missy, than Jessica).

Callie POV

"Okay, well then..." Amy rubs her palms to her jeans, a sign that she was slightly nervous or anxious about something "I think you and I need to have a serious talk,"

"About what?" I ask warily, scared to hear the answer. My guess was that, she is going to tell me, that they are sending me away. After the trouble I caused them last night - I wouldn't be surprised.

"About what happened on the night I arrested you,"

"There is nothing to talk about," I muttered a moment later, while looking down at my hands. I could feel Amy's eyes on me.

"You know that's not true, Callie," Amy said back without missing a beat "We both know you didn't smash your foster brothers knee and damage his car without a reason-"

"There was no reason," I lie looking straight to her eyes, wondering if she will believe me

"There is always a reason behind peoples actions,"

"Maybe I'm simply crazy! Many foster kids are. We tend to do stupid and dangerous things. Who knows how screwed up I really am?" I say back with a shrug, trying to make her see how unpredictable I could be "You should better send me away before I attack your husband!" I detain a little pause before I add "Or worse - your son!"

For a moment, Amy sat quietly, without saying a word, but her eyes were still on me. Maybe she was actually considering it, now that I mentioned harming her son.

"You wouldn't do that," she said very calmly and briefly looked down to her hands

"The hell I wouldn't!" I reply harshly, not liking that she doesn't take me seriously "You don't know me! You don't know anything about me!"

"I have seen it happen before. In my line of duty, I see it happen to people quite often," Amy spoke slowly

"See what happen?" I ask warily, while still trying to keep my cold and hard composure

"You snapped!" Amy said with confidence, but her voice remained gentle "You were in your room, reading a book - minding your own business, staying out of your foster families way, tying not to cause any trouble. You got thirsty, so you went downstairs to get some water. But your foster brother – Liam" I swallow the lump in my throat "-got back home. He came up to you in the kitchen. You spoke about your plans for the next day and then you...just...went crazy..." Amy trailed off

For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off Amy as she retold the story of that day "Only, that's not what happened, right?" she asked me "You didn't simply lose control. Liam said something to you or did something to you that made you-" Amy detained a little pause, I held my breath, the tension in the room rises. Amy suddenly snapped her finger in the air, making me flinch a little "-snap!"

Amy watched me for a moment, before she asked me gently, trying to coax an answer out of me "What did he do to you, Callie?"

Flashback

Foster home#6 Sarah & Lucas Olmstead: around lunchtime on 28 August, 2011

I was sitting in my room, on my bed, reading the same book, I was reading the day it happened. Somehow, I haven't been able to finish this book. Whenever I pick it up, the events of the day come crashing down. Just like it happened right now. I had to close my eyes and shake my head to get rid of the horrible memory in my mind.

My body was no longer sore after what he did to me. The bruises on my wrists, from when he held me down were gone. The physical pain was gone. But even though the physical evidence of what Liam did to me 2 weeks ago was gone, I will never forget what he did to me. Those events were engraved in my mind, forever.

I slam the book close and toss it to the end of the bed. There was no use in trying to finish this book. "Animal Farm" is ruined for me.

I swing my legs over the bed and get up. Pulling my hands in long sleeve shirts, I make my way out of the room. I heard Sarah and Lucas talking in their bedroom. They were discussing buying a new car. I don't really understand why they want new car, their current one was in good enough condition. Actually, I think their current car was more valuable than all my other foster parents cars put together. Maybe they were thinking about giving their old one to Liam, to replace his jeep, that he drove now.

I don't stay to listen to their discussion, I make my way down the stairs. Liam went out this morning, so for now, I could breathe more easily. When I reached the first floor, I turn to kitchen to go get a bottle of water. I needed to try and clear my head. Somehow, I figured that getting some fresh, cool water could help with that.

I walk over to the fridge and take one of the small bottle of water. The bottle was cool, it felt nice against my skin. As I open the bottle, I walk over to the kitchen window, to have a look outside. I take a sip of the water and continue to look outside. It was such a warm day, the Sun was shining bright, no clouds in the sky, but I did not want to go out. I don't feel safe in public, surrounded by crowd of people I don't know. I don't feel safe here as well, Liam took that away.

When I take another sip of the water, I felt a hand touch my hip. Instantly, I jump away from the touch, some water spilled over the bottle, because I squeezed it too hard. As I look up, I see Liam standing two steps away from me.

"Hey, beautiful!" Liam said smiling at me. The worst part - Liam pretended like he hadn't hurt me. Maybe, in his mind he didn't.

I saw his backpack, it was dropped by the doorway to the hallway. He must have just walked, but I hadn't heard him, because I was too deep in my own thoughts.

I cringe further away from him "What do you want?" I say back as harshly as I can, trying to sound like someone, who he wouldn't want to mess with

"You," Liam's answer was simple. Shivers runs over me. I dip my head and look away from him, my shoulders are up. My whole body is rigid. I don't like being in one room with him.

He took a step closer to me "Can I get a kiss?" Liam reached for my face, to caress my cheek. When his fingers brushed up against my jaw, I cringed away a little more. My back hit the counter behind me. Great, I was in cornered in. I place the bottle on the counter, so I could have my hands free.

"Don't be like that," He said, what I once thought was sweet manner. Not it sounded creepy and made me want to run away from him "Come, give me a kiss...I have been thinking about those lips of yours the whole day," He said, closing the distance between us. He tried to place his hands on my hips again and lean down to me to give me a kiss.

I pushed away his hand and evaded his kiss "...No!" I cry out

"What's with you?" He threw his hands up a little and took a little step back "I'm just trying to show you a little bit of affection, but you are pushing me away!"

"Just let me leave," I said warily, too scared to look up to him

"Go!" he gestured to his left side. Carefully, I start to move pass him. But Liam grips my upper arm, when I was next to him. I knew that this would not work, he would never allow me to treat him like that and then leave him.

"Don't walk away from me!" Liam whispered angrily to me. He let go of my arm, but he gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He tried to get a kiss from me again. This time he succeeded, much to my horror and disgust, our lips touched.

"Get off me!" I retort, when I finally managed to pull away from him. The kiss was too much. I was so angry with myself that I allowed him to treat me like this and that I was so weak, whenever I was with him. I can't be so naive. I can't keep allowing him to control me like that. No one is going to save me from him. I had to save myself!

"So you want to have it rough?" He spit back trying to have a hold of me again

Something inside of me clicked...or should I say snapped. One thing I knew for sure - this was going to be the last time I allowed him to touch me! Finally, I felt brave enough to stand up to him.

I stopped my foot down on his foot hard, when he gripped my wrist.

"Aaghh, you bitch!" Liam groaned out letting go of my arm. He jumped on his other leg two times as he winces in pain.

"What is going on down there?!" I hear Lucas voice coming from upstairs "Liam, is that you? Callie?!"

I needed to find a way to have myself taken out of this house. I can't live in the same house with him. If I stay here any longer, he will find a way to do it to me again. I can't let that happen. It was now or never!

When I heard Lucas and Sarah both coming down, I ran to the front doors. I heard Liam following me. In the corner, next to where the umbrellas stood, stood a baseball bat. I grabbed it, and run outside. This may not be the best idea...hell - it was a horrible idea! But it was an idea.

I ran to the street, up to Liam's car. I take a look back at the house. Liam stood on the path, right by the house.

"Don't you dare!" Liam shouts at me. I lift the bat up and smash the front headlight. When the left one was smashed, I took the back to the other headlight as well. Once that was done, there was no going back.

"This is for what you did to me!" I jumped on the hood of his car and swung the bat few times to the windshield, doing some good damage to it

"You fucking botch!" Liam marched my way. I gripped the bat tighter in my hand and jumped down the hood of the car, ready to face him. With a bat in my hand, I was no longer scared of him. I felt powerful. I felt like I was finally in change! He won't control me anymore! I won't let him!

I tightened the grip around the bat as I stare down at him.

Anger and hurt was driving me. I wasn't thinking what this means to me, how this will affect my life. I simply couldn't take living another day with that monster.

"You are going to pay for this!" He threatened me as he pointed his finger to me

"Try me!" I swung the bat up, ready for him coming at me. When he reached for my hand, to try and have a grip on me, I bent in my knees, evaded his hand and swung the bat right to his knee, shattering it. Everyone heard the bone crashing sound. He screamed out in excruciating pain as he fell down to the grass.

It was nothing compared to what he did to me. Bones will heal, but I will never get my innocence back.

"Liam!" Sarah screamed out in panic running to her son "What did you do Callie?!" She glanced at me, but then returned to aid for her son "Liam, baby…I will call for help!" she caressed his cheek, before she pulled out her phone and started to dial a number

"Callie! What are you doing!?" Lucas yelled at me from the lawn, staying back, scared that I will do the same thing to him "Callie, stop!" I turned back to the car and jumped up on the hood of it

"Ask your son what he did!" I spit out, looking at Lucas and raised the bat up. Lucas glanced over to where his son and wife was.

"I didn't do anything to her! Stupid, ungrateful foster kid!" Liam managed to yell out, but the next moment he groaned out in pain and placed his hands around his knee

"Wrong answer!" I smashed the bat down to the windshield again

End of flashback

"What did he do to you?" Amy asks softly pulling me out of my thoughts "Callie, I want to help you, but I can't do that, if you won't let me,"

"Help me?" I laugh out "What are you going to do – put handcuffs around my wrist!?" I held my wrists out trying to provoke her "Tell me that I will be okay and then take me to Juvie the next moment?" I pull my hands back. Amy did not like my approach, she looked hurt by my words.

"Are you going to pretend that we are friends and come visit me while I am in the lockup? That was so sweet of you by the way- rubbing it in my face that you are free, but I was not!" I said with a lot of attitude

"I was doing my job," Amy replied still calmly. Any other foster parent, would have lost it after I provoked them like that "You think I wanted to arrest you?" She said hurt. Amy paused for a moment, only to answer the question herself a moment later "No, no I did not! But you left me no choice, because you didn't talk to me! I couldn't help you, because you weren't talking to me! I only knew what Liam, his parents and the neighbors told us! You never told me your side of the story, Callie!"

"What good it would do? You wouldn't care about my side of the story! Cops have never listened to people like me...and you never will, because you see us all as criminals no matter what we do!"

"That's not true, Callie," Amy shook her head "I don't see you as a criminal!"

"Oh, funny!" I say sarcastically, not believing a word she said "Nice one! I will remember that the next time you arrest me!"

Amy glanced to the hallway and sighed. Slowly, she stood up from the bed and took two steps away. I guess she finally gave up on trying to talk to me. But to my surprise, Amy stopped and looked back at me and said sincerely "It's true, Callie! Do you really think you would be here if I did?"

I stared back at her, not knowing what to say back at that. A small, sad smile appears on her lips. She turns and walks out of the bedroom the next moment, leaving me alone, to ponder in my own thoughts.

Why did she agree to foster me, when no one else did?

It clearly wasn't for the money. They have enough of it.

They already had a son. Besides, if they wanted a kid, there are many babies and toddlers that need home. I would not be their first option.

It doesn't seem like they need me as free labor worker - they already said that there will be no chores for me, unless I get into trouble.

I don't understand - why am I here?