AN: I'm sorry that it took me so long to update. Oh boy...I rewrote the last scene so many times.

Amy POV

May 1st

When I opened the front door, I instantly heard a music coming from upstairs. Guitar. Ever since I bought Callie a guitar, she has been playing it non-stop. It's like she obsessed with it. Every free minute she has, she uses to plays guitar. If I had known that buying her guitar would have brought her this much joy, I would have bought it sooner. Much sooner. I love how the music fills the house. It makes the house feel alive.

I close the front doors and make my way upstairs. As I walk upstairs, I hold the small box in my left hand, but I drag my right hand along the banister. The music becomes louder the closer I get to her room. When I ascend the stairs I saw Callie sitting on her bed, crossed leg, guitar over her lap. Callie was looking down and concentrating on the the strings, making sure she puts her fingers in the rights spots to make the correct note.

I stop at the doorway and lean at the doorpost, waiting for her to finish, because I didn't want to interrupt. My smile widened. Watching Callie play warmed by heart.

After, what I thought was her playing the last chord, I put the little box under my left arm and applauded. Callie's head snapped up. Just for a second, she looked startled. Once the initial surprise passed, she smiled at me.

"Hey! How long have you been standing there?" She asked me as she lowers her hands from the guitar

"From the part that sounded like – du dudu dum du dumm, du du du dum du dummm," I tried to hum it to her

Callie's frowned forehead up in confusion and amusement "About a minute!" I explain to her as I lean off the doorpost and take the box in my right hand "Did you write that?"

"No, I wish!" Callie reached for the notes that stood on the bed next to her, but I hadn't seen before "Tracy Chapman – Fast car. I love that song," Callie's eyes averted to the box in my hands "What's that?"

"This!" I raised the box up a bit as I started to walk inside the room "This is a little something I got for you!"

"Is it chocolate?" Callie's eyes light up. She reminded me of a little kid, who walked in a candy store.

"Sorry, no," I replied and briefly looked down to the box, that definitely did not contain chocolate. When I looked back at Callie, I saw that the sparkle in her eyes was gone, she even looked slightly disappointed.

"Wow...now I feel like a bad parent," I mumbled underneath my nose

"You aren't!" Callie replied after hearing me say it "I'm just kind of craving chocolate. I checked the kitchen, there was none," she added more quietly as she averted her look down, away from my eyes. As I had observed in these last few months, Callie only craves chocolate, when she is on her period. She's doesn't really have a sweet tooth.

"I'm gonna buy you one tomorrow," I told her "But right now-" I raised the box up reminding her of it "I have this box, that I want to give you! Mind if I sit down?" Callie put her guitar aside and scooted to the end of the bed, giving me some room on her bed

"Here you go," I handed the box to her, when I sat down next to her

"What is it?" Callie asked curiously as she looked down to it. I hadn't noticed it, but it turned out, I had handed her the box upside down, so she didn't see the image on top of it.

"Turn around and see!" I nudged her, eager to see her reaction. The moment she turned the box around, her eyes grew big and her mouth dropped open. She turned to me with the surprise facial expression.

"Really?" She exclaimed, the excitement and happiness just pouring out of her every pore

"Yup," I beamed at her

"You got me a phone?!" Callie exclaimed another time, now looking back down at the phone box

"Well, I got tiered that I can't contact you. At your age, everyone should have one. I should have probably brought you one sooner, just like the guitar," I scratched my head, feeling a bit guilty "But I bought you one now and I hope it's okay,"

"This is great!" Callie turned to me and hugged me with her right arm, because the left was holding the box "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, baby!" I quickly kissed her cheek, before she pulled away "Open it!" I nudged her once Callie ended the hug

Callie POV

May 3rd

The phone turned out to be a lot cooler than I thought. Amy put some contacts in – her, Linda, Harold, Andy, her job number, her partners Stefanie Adams Foster number, pizza place we often order from and some of our neighbors. After that it took me at least 30 minutes till I chose the song that would play, when someone calls me. Another 5 minutes went to choosing an SMS sound and after that the alarm sound. Amy showed me how I can access internet, how I can get all kind of application, using a program called Play Store. There were all kind of application, but I mostly looked at different games I could play on the phone. She also helped me set up my own email account. The phone came along with earphones, so I could listen to radio or my own music that I could upload (for now only using Amy's laptop) on my phone. I took some pictures with my new phone, mostly of my room though. Picture quality seemed great to me. The phone was small, I could put it in my pants pocket. There was also a built in calculator, calendar, alarm, something called Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.

To say it shortly – it's awesome!

I was walking to my locker. It was after the 6th period. My new phone was in my pocket. I had the headphones plugged it, I was listening to radio during the break. Music – it distracted me and relaxed me. I was switching out my books from my locker, when I felt someone pull out the earphones from my ears and the next moment, someone reached for my phone and pulled it out of my pocket.

I spun around quickly and reached for my phone "Give it back!" I barked even before I saw, who did it

Some of the school jocks stood there. They all were wearing their sport jackets. These guys were playing football, same as Markus used to. Only they weren't seniors, they were my age. We had few classes together.

This wasn't the first time they have bullied me. They have spit chewed up paper balls at me during class or lunch breaks. One time, they stuck a pin to the back of my chair with scotch and, when I leaned back in my chair, the pin went right in my back. In gym class, they throw volleyball and kick football to me. They laughed at me, when my math teacher called me up front to the board to do an exercise. When I couldn't do it, they said I was dumb and too stupid to do simple math. Every time I passed them in the halls, they mutter something to me, like, get back to Juvie, freak foster kid or whatever new insult comes to their minds.

"Well, well, well...the Juvie girl got a phone!" The boy, who was sort of their leader, Christian, said as he looked at the phone

"That's mine! Give it back!" I reached for the phone. He evaded my hand. The two boys next to him, laughed at my attempt to get it back.

"Come one, reach for it!" Christian snickered as he raised his hand up high. He was head height taller than me. There was no way I could reach it now. If I would try jumping for it, I would only humiliate myself even more.

"Oh...can't reach it," he teased me. The other students in the hallway ignored my interaction with the three boys. It's like they pretended to not see it happen. Some just gave me a stick eye as they passed us, but other than that – nothing.

"That's mine!" I insisted

"What are you going to do?" the shortest of the guy, Damian, laughed "Go cry to your mommy?" He pulled his fist and gestured to his eyes, pretending that he was rubbing his eyes like he was crying. The other two laughed along.

"Oh! Wait a minute!" Damian looked to his buddies, but then at me "That's right...you don't have a mommy! Mommy and daddy didn't love you!" Those words hurt. They stung bad. Even though I knew it was not true, they still hurt. I didn't like other people talking about my parents, especially my mom.

"Mommy and daddy left you!" the third boy, Bruce, joined it. For a boy with ginger hair, he seemed to be pretty popular. In my last school a boy, who had ginger hair, was bullied ruthlessly. Other kids had these jokes about him, about his ginger hair. Everyone laughed at him. No one wanted to be friends with him. In gym class no one picked him to be in their team, in class no one wanted to be partnered with him. He always sat alone at lunch.

"Shut up!" I spit back and tried to grab my phone from Christian's hand again

"Oh!" Christian gasped as I almost had it. He started laughing, it was an evil laugh. His two friends joined in. I pulled my hand back and glared down at Christian.

Their laughed dimmed down "How did you get this phone?" Christian started to examine it "There is no way, you could afford this on your own,"

"Maybe she stole it," Damian added, looking down to it "I wouldn't be surprised. You did spent time in Juvie!"

"You know, I think Mary from our Biology class lost her phone the other day," Christian said glancing to his buddy on his left

"She had a Samsung!" Bruce pointed down to it. My phone was the same brand.

"Mary had exactly one like this!" Damian added glaring at me

"Did you steal this from Mary?" Christian looked at me, holding the phone up. The bell rang out. Other students that were walking down the halls or hanging out by their lockers packed up and left for their classes. But not me and not them.

"No! It's mine!" I replied back firmly and tried to grab it again. Once again unsuccessfully.

"Don't lie!" Christian said sternly "Did you steal this from Mary?"

"No. I told you it's mine! Now give it back. I have to go to class!" Christian grabbed my right wrist, when my fingers touched my phone in his left hand

"Let me go!" I tried to pull my hand back, get away from his grip. The two other boys snickered at my effort to get away. Neither one was going to stop his friend, that much was sure. If anything, they will only encourage him.

"Did you steal it?" Christian raised his voice as he pulled my hand closer to him

"You are hurting me," I whispered out looking down to my wrist that he was holding tightly

"Are you a thief? Huh? Are you!?" He barked at me as I pulled my left hand in a fist

"I asked you a question!" He tightened the grip on my wrist a little, it was enough for my patients to be over. I was done being accused, bullied and treated like this.

I swung my left fist as hard and fast as I could to his face. Right after my fist collided with the boys nose, I heard my name being called out from the hallway on my left "Miss Jacob!"

~o~o~o~

Amy hadn't said a word to me since we left the principals office. The tension between us the ride home was high. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. The few times that I had looked at her during the drive home, it seemed like she was doing her best to keep her anger inside. Her veins on the neck and one by her temple...they have never been so visible before. It looked like she was grinning her teeth as well, holding her tongue behind her teeth, fighting herself to not yell at me.

The moment I stepped into the house, she told me "Go to your room!" It's like she didn't even want to deal with me right now. She wanted me out of her sight as fast as possible.

"It wasn't my fault!" I told her turning around to see her

"Oh...it wasn't your fault?" Amy questioned back sarcastically "Was it not you, who hit the boy and broke his nose?" She asked rhetorically slamming the house doors close "A teacher saw you punch another student, Callie!"

I had never seen Amy like this. She was beyond angry with me. Not once, since I have been living with her, Amy has raised her voice at me. Today was the first day it happened. Can't say that I blame her. I did get suspended from school for a week, because I broke Christian's nose. Amy was called to school because of it. She had already seem to be in bad mood before it. My suspension just added to it.

"He was being a bully...and an douche!" I replied in raised voice as well trying to stand up for myself. It's hard to keep my voice down, when the other person is raising it as well. I had a feeling like I was under attack and the only way to fight back was to raise my voice up as well.

"That's not a reason to hit people, Callie!" Amy replied still in raised and strained voice "You can't just hit people whenever you feel like it!"

"He had it coming!" I shout back, without going into the details why. Somehow, I felt like it didn't matter anymore. I was already suspended for a week. There was no going back.

She pointed her finger to my face and came a step closer to me "Tomorrow morning, I will drive you to their home and you will go an apologize to the boy! Sincerely. Like you mean it! We won't leave until you do!"

"I'm not apologizing to him!" I retorted

"Well, you have to!" Amy insisted, she threw her arms up a bit

"No I don't!" I shouted back as I turned around and walked towards the stairs "I'm never going to apologize to him. I was only standing up to myself!"

"I wasn't asking you!" I heard Amy following me to the stairs "Do you not understand how bad this looks? This little stunt of yours can cost us both a lot!" Amy hasn't lowered her voice, not even a little bit. I have never seen her this furious with me.

"Whatever!" I mumbled under my nose, right before I reached the stairs

"No, not whatever!" Amy stopped me from walking up the stairs, by placing her hand on my shoulder and making me turn around and face her

"Don't touch me," I pushed her hand off my shoulder roughly. It must have been too roughly because Amy gave me a look that said - watch it!

"You will apologize to the boy!" Amy told me sternly as she crossed her arms on her chest

"No!" I stated as I mimicked her stance by crossing my arms on my chest "You can't make me!"

"Callie!" Amy said in a warning tone "Don't challenge me-"

"I don't have to listen to you. You are not my mother!" I interrupted her by barking back at her, my emotions going all over the place. Amy leaned backwards a bit as she continued to stare at me.

Her left arm raised up and she pointed pass my shoulder to the stairs "Go to your room!" She held her left arm out even after she said it

"Go to your room!" She repeated in much slower and demanding tone, when I hadn't moved a muscle. I glared down at her as she did to me.

I turned around marched up the stairs to my room, showing Amy just how angry I was with her by I was stomping my feet to the ground. As I was walking upstairs, I heard Amy follow me. I speed up my pace to faster reach the bedroom.

"Don't even think about slamming the d-" I heard Amy call after me, right when I slammed my bedroom doors after me as hard as I could. The whole house vibrated from it.

"Callie!" I heard Amy shout from the hallway. This little stunt angered Amy even more.

When I walked up to my bedroom and tossed my backpack on the bed, my bedroom doors opened. I turned around. Amy marched towards me. Once she was up to me, she extended her hand to me, palm up "Phone! Now!" She demanded. I hesitated for a while, so Amy repeated more sternly "Now!"

I unzipped my backpack and pulled my phone, which I retrieved after Christian had fallen down to the floor, holding his bleeding nose. Looking right at Amy's eyes I placed the phone in her hand. She put the phone in one of her pants pocket.

"Guitar!" I didn't care about the phone as much as I cared about the guitar. It was much harder to give it up. Slowly I walked to the end of the bed and picked up the guitar that stood on the ground propped up against the wall. When I handed Amy the guitar, Amy simply turned around and started to walk out of my room.

Amy had just reached the doorway, when I said after her "I hate you!" Truth be told, I didn't mean it. I said it in the heat of the moment. My emotions got the best of me - I felt so angry with Amy.

Hearing that, Amy briefly stopped walking. She didn't turn to look back at me, she simply stood in the doorway. The house was eerie quiet all of a sudden.

Second later Amy resumed walking and closed my bedroom doors behind me. I was left standing in the room alone, staring at the doors. A moment later I heard Amy close her bedroom doors. I took a step backwards till I felt the bed with my legs. Sitting down on the bed I let out a breath.

I wasn't completely sure what had just happened. This fighting basically came out of nowhere. I had never thought that Amy would react this way. For a moment, it felt like the both of us weren't exactly ourselves. Amy had already seemed pissed even before we entered the principals office hour ago. I wasn't exactly without a fault at what had happened. I was challenging her, fighting her back, adding gasoline to the fire. If I had just kept my mouth shut and not have said anything, when I entered the house, this could have been avoided.

Sudden fear overtook me. What if this was the last straw for Amy. What if I had made her so furious that she no longer wants me. I have caused nothing but problems to her since day one. There is only so much a person can take. Pushed to the point, Amy can decide I'm not worth it. That I'm not worth it, that I'm simply...too much.

Something that Amy had yelled at me, came back to me. It's like I finally acknowledge it, decided to hear Amy's words – do you know how badly this looks? This little stunt of yours can cost us both a lot! Amy was talking about the CPS. I am still on parole. What happened at school, my suspension, me breaking someone else nose could send me back to Juvie. It most likely will. I broke my parole!

"I'm going back to Juvie!" I mumbled to myself as I jumped up to my feet and started to pace around my room, with my head in my hands. I don't want to go back Juvie. I love it here! How can I ever survive there after being used to living in a loving home like this one? These last few moths have softened me. I'm no longer so sharp around the edges.

I had paced around the room for about two minutes thinking about my future, my actions and my consequences, when the doors to my room suddenly opened again, making me stop dead in my tracks and look up to Amy. She was out of her police uniform, dressed in jeans and simple t-shirt, her hair down - falling over her shoulder. Amy was looking more serious than I have ever seen her. Breaking the eye contact with her, I looked down to her hands.

I swallowed hard at seeing my blue duffel bag in her right hand.

Amy threw the blue duffel bag at me. It hit my chest, before I caught it. Quickly I looked down to. I had hoped I will never have to see this bag ever again after Amy took it away from me. I looked up at Amy, feeling that I was close to tears.

"Pack your stuff!" Amy stated. I chocked up on my tears as I watched how she turned and left my room.