AN: I'm sorry about how I left you guys at the last chapter. You didn't deserve that kind of cliffhanger, but I couldn't contain myself. That last scene, was something I had wanted to incorporate for a very, very long time. It had it in my mind for almost the beginning of this story...so yeah...long time. You can say it was one of the milestones I was trying to reach. It's so nice to see how much you care about these two fictional characters. Thank you for everything :)

Answer to one of the guest questions "Blue duffle bag Part 1" is chapter 20!

Callie POV

I was kneeled down by the dresser, taking out clothes from the drawers and putting some of them in my blue duffle bag, which stood on the ground next to me. It was half empty, because I was mostly packing my old stuff, not the clothes Amy bought me.

The tears haven't stopped streaming down my cheeks ever since Amy closed the bedroom door behind her, when she left my room. That was some 20 minutes ago. For most of the time, I had simply stood frozen in my spot staring at the bedroom doors, trying to come to terms with what was happening.

She was sending me away. Amy had swore to me, in this same room few moths ago that she would never do it. She promised. That's what hurt the most. The betrayal. It only took her few short moths for her to break the promise she made to me. I guess it's my own fault. I should have known better not to believe her.

I picked out a hoodie that Amy had bought me. It was a simple black hoodie, with one front pocket. The fabric was very soft even after being washed multiple times. I brought the hoodie up to my face, closed my eyes and sniffed in the jasmine aroma from the washing powder. This hoodie will remind me too much of Amy and his home, so I placed it back down in the drawer, with the rest of the clothes I decided to leave behind.

I stood up, lifting the blue duffle bag up along with me. Once I was up to my feet, I walked over the bed and I set the bag down. As I was halfway through zipping up the bag up, the bedroom doors opened. Quickly, while standing with my back turned to the doors, I wiped the tears off my cheeks. Little did it help. I felt how puffy my eyes were.

As Amy was coming up to me, I turned sideways -my left side facing the bed, right side facing the doors. I felt her eyes on me, but I never did raise my head up to look her in the eye. My eyes focused on the carpet that I stood on and which reach underneath my bed and the desk.

"Are you done?" Amy asked in a very emotionless tone

"Yes," I replied without looking up to her

Amy reached for the bag and unzipped it. She reached in the bag and looked through the stuff I had packed, lifting some of the clothes up or moving others to the side. I guess she didn't found what she was looking for yet at the same didn't didn't like what she saw.

Amy picked out some of the stuff that I had packed, like some of my underwear, the two other bra's I owned, socks, some of the t-shirts, jeans and carried them over to the dresser. After she had put the clothes away she picked out some other pieces of clothing I had decided to leave behind, like the hoodie I was holding just seconds ago, sweatpants, shorts, t-shirt, swimsuit. Basically she picked up only the stuff she had bought me over the time.

After Amy had put the clothes in my bag, she marched over to where my shoes stood and she picked up the sandals and sneakers, both of which Amy had bought me as well. She put the shoes in a plastic bag and stuffed them in the both ends of my bag. It's like she was getting rid of everything she had ever bought me. Almost like she doesn't want to deal with the stuff she bought me after I'm gone. Maybe if I did left the stuff behind, it would only be a bad reminder of me.

After that she zipped the bag up and lifted it up from the bed. She handed the bag to me. Amy didn't have to say anything. I knew what this meant. This was it. This was the end.

Before leaving, I took one last look back at the room. Amy had allowed me to decor it the way I wanted to. I had put different posters on the wall, small decorations on my nightstand and desk. Vase of flower stood the windowsill and on the top of the dresser. There was even a stuffed rabbit, that I had won in Easter fair Amy had taken me to to. It was I who had picked out the current bed covers. Amy had told me, I could chose which ever I wanted and so I did. The lyrics of the song I wrote for Amy and played in the music school competition were put in a frame and hang up on the wall. This truly felt like my room, not just some temporary room I was forced to live in. I was going to miss this room.

I waited on the porch, while Amy locked the house. After that, we walked side by side to the car. Amy opened the doors to the backseat. I put the bag on the seat. She closed the doors to the back seat, but opened the passenger side doors.

This was the first time since our yelling match, that I looked her in the eye "I'm sorry," I said it from my heart, hoping it would fix everything and we would go back to the way we were

"I know," Amy replied keeping the eye contact "I'm sorry too," she placed her left hand on my shoulder, her right hand still resting on the top of the opened passenger side doors

I got the message and climbed in. I flinched a little at the sound of Amy closing the doors behind me. My freedom ended with her closing the doors behind me. I'm going to be locked up in Juvie again. I was sure that Amy had already contacted my PO or the other way around. As Amy walked around the car, I wiped away the tears that had escaped. When Amy got behind the wheel, I dip my head down and look at my lap, trying to hold it together.

"Put your seat belt on, Callie,"

This moment felt like a Deja Vu. In fact, I had lived this moment before. Back when Amy picked me up from the Juvie. Only this time, Amy isn't taking me home. She's taking me away from home.

~o~o~o~

I wasn't looking at the road. There was no talking, the radio wasn't on, but the car wasn't quiet. It was filled with my sniffs and soft cries time after time. Once we had left the street, I couldn't stop crying. Every time we had stopped at an intersection, Amy had reached over to me and placed her hand over my left, giving it a little squeeze. It was and the same time wasn't soothing. It just made me tear up again, because each time she did hold my hand, I thought it would be the last time.

The car stopped again. This time for good. Amy turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. I have no idea how long we had driven for, I hadn't paid any any attention to the road as well. When Amy stepped out of the car, I finally looked up trying to see where we were. It wasn't the Juvie and we weren't by the CPS building, or the building where David's office was. We were parked on the side of the street in some living neighborhood. Houses. Reminded me of the neighborhood, where Amy's house was.

My side of the doors suddenly opened. Amy was holding the doors open for me. I unbuckled and slowly got out of the car. Stepping a bit aside, I let Amy close the doors behind me

I stood with my back at car, Amy stood just few inches away from me.

"Where are we?" I looked to the house behind Amy

But I got no answer from Amy. Looking at Amy, I noticed, how closely she was observing me. She tilted her head a little to her right, then to her left. Her eyes went up and down my body. I knew I didn't look good. From all of the cry I probably had puffy face, red eyes and I felt the dried tear strains on my cheeks.

I frowned my forehead up a bit at how closely Amy was watching me. It was like she was looking for something. Amy reached for my chin and took it in her right hand. She turned my head a bit to the right side, after that to the left.

"What are you doing?" I asked completely confused by her actions. She let go of my chin. I turned my head straight and looked at her.

"Do you have anything you want to tell me?" she asked staring right at my eyes

I frowned my forehead up a bit at the questions and dragged out "...No,"

"Raise your arms up," Amy instructed instantly after my reply

I comply at the ridiculous order. Amy took a little step closer and placed her hand on both side of my torso, on my ribs. She added a bit of pressure, but not enough to hurt me. As she was running her hands down my ribs, Amy was watching my features like a hawk. Almost like she was waiting for a reaction from me.

Once she was done with my ribs, she took my left hand in hers. My right hand fell down to my side. Amy pulled my left arm sleeve up. She turned my palm up, so she could see the lower side of my forearm. Once she had check my left arm, she let it go.

This was when I understood what she was doing. Amy was looking for a bruise or some sort of injury on me.

When Amy took for my right hand, I pulled it out of her hand. It was a very automatic reaction. At that, her look intensified. She looked more determent than before. Looking right at me, she reached for my hand again, a bit slower and careful this time. I let her take my hand. I held my breath as Amy rolled my sleeve up and saw the light bruise on my forearm from when Christian had gripped my hand.

Amy observed the bruise on my forearm for coupe of seconds. Watching her features, I saw the revelation on her face.

"Lets go," Amy said as she pulled down the sleeve she had rolled up placed her left hand on my shoulder. Next thing I know, we are walking down the path to the house she stopped her car by. Her hand was resting gently on my shoulder blade. When we stopped on the porch, Amy rang the bell.

I looked up at Amy, who was concentrating her look on the doors. She must have felt me looking at her, because she glanced down to me. Her mouth parted a little, like she was about to say something to me, but she was interrupted by the doors opening. We both looked to the doors.

A woman, around Amy's age, with shoulder length light brown hair opened the doors. I knew her. It was the Christian's mother. I saw her at the school, at the principal's office. Instantly, I looked up to Amy, wanting to say to her that I'm not going to apologize to to Christian. Amy's hand moved up and she rested her hand on my shoulder.

"Amy," the woman greeted more kindly that I had excepted to. It's sounded like she was greeting old friend, not the foster mother of the kid, who broke her sons nose.

"Hi Debra," Amy greeted her back. Seemed like they could be old friends. The only connection I could think about was Markus and the football. Maybe they new each other because their sons played on the same team. They must have met on the bleachers.

"Come on in," Debra welcomed us in

"Thank you," Amy replied as the woman stepped aside letting us both in. Christian's mother walked deeper in the house, leaving the two of us alone on the porch.

"Christian, come down, please!" Christian's mother called upstairs, when she had reached the stairs

"Come on," Amy whispered to me, when I didn't budge from my spot

"I'm not going to apolo-" I started to whisper to her, when I turned to Amy

"Trust me!" she interrupted me "Trust me!" Amy repeated gazing to my eyes

That was a billion dollar question- can I still trust her? Will she have my back one last time or is she going to throw me to the wolfs.

~o~o~o~

Amy and I were sitting on their living room couch. Christian and his mother Debra were sitting in the armchairs on the other side of the coffee table. It felt really awkward and uncomfortable. I didn't want to be here and I doubt that Christian wanted me here. Everyone was looking at each other, but no one was saying anything. The tension was high.

Christian nose had a bandage over. The skin underneath his eyes was blue. I must have punched him good. A little part of me felt proud, even though I know what I did was not good.

Debra cleared her throat. She was sitting with very straight back. Knees together. Palms resting on her thighs.

"So, Callie, is there anything you would like to say to Christian?" she asked, to my surprise, in quite kind voice

"Wait!" Amy raised her right hand up briefly "Before Callie says anything, I would like Christian to apologize to my daughter as well," I glanced to Amy surprised, just like Christian and Debra

"For what?" Christian exclaimed "She broke my nose!" he sounded a bit different. Most likely because of his broken nose.

"I see no reason, why my son would have to apologize, Amy. He did nothing wrong," Debra stated, keeping her voice calm and civilized "We had to take Christian to hospital, because your daughter punched him without no reason,"

"I wouldn't say there was no reason for it," Amy replied also in calm voice "Right, Christian?" she looked straight to the boy. Debra looked at him as well, wondering if Amy was truly on to something.

"I don't know what she's talking about," Christian replied looking at his mother, gesturing to Amy

"How about you tell your mother what you did? Or would you rather Callie show what you did to her?" Amy asked softly and blindly reached for my right hand that I held on my lap

"Christian?" Debra looked at her son "What is she talking about?"

"Mom! Don't tell me you believe her?" Christian exclaimed glaring at his mother "I haven't done anything to her! I'm the one with the broken nose for crying out loud! She's the psycho one!" I felt Amy tense up next to me

"I wouldn't call bullying and physically hurting my daughter – nothing!" Amy replied and then looked at me, asking me with her eyes for permission to roll up my sleeve and show the bruise. I decided to roll the sleeve up on my own. Debra's eyes grew bigger at the sight of it.

"You restrained her," Amy commented "Leaving a mark!"

"Christian!" she exclaimed turning to him, gesturing with her left to me "Did you do that!?"

"No!" He jumped up to his feet "She probably did that on her own! Maybe she asked one one of her Juvie friends to do it to set me up!"

"No, you grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go!" I snapped back at him, deciding not to stay quiet

"Christian!" Debra turned shocked to her son

"She's lying!" Christian glared my way "Teacher saw you hit me!"

"I'm not lying!" I argued back "You're the one who's not telling the truth!"

"I don't have to listen to this bullish!" Christian snapped back as he jumped up to his feet.

Christian had taken one step, when Debra ordered him sternly "Sit down!" he complied, now looking smaller than before

"Can we, please, keep this civilized?" Amy spoke up in calm tone as she looked around the room "We came here to apologize, but I would like for you," Amy paused and looked at Christian "To apologize to Callie as well. Both of you did something, that...is not acceptable!"

The room fell quiet after that. Amy glanced to me and nodded her head a little to Christian and Debra. I glared back at Amy, because I didn't feel like apologizing. But she was looking at me like...almost like begging me with her eyes. I couldn't take that look. It got to me.

I turned to Christian. Before I said anything, I took a deep breath in and out.

"I'm sorry that I hit and broke your nose. It was wrong of me. I apologize," that was it. It probably didn't sound as sincere as Amy would want me to apologize, but that was the best I could do. It will have to do. The effort, it must count for something.

I glanced to Debra after that and decided to apologize to her as well "I'm truly sorry that I hurt your son, Mrs. Winston. That won't happen again,"

"Thank you Callie," Debra smiled at me. She briefly glanced to her son, who was sat there with a pout look on his face "We appreciate it," Debra added, when she looked back at me

"If you want," Amy spoke up "I can pay for the medical bills. Just send the bill over to me and I can handle it,"

"Oh, no, no, no!" Debra refused waving her hand up in the air "That won't be necessary Amy," She looked at her son again "Christian, do you want to say something to Callie?"

"No!" He snapped back. Christian put his hands on the end of the armrests and got himself ready to stand up "I'm not apologizing to the Juvie girl! I didn't do anything to her!" He said and then left the room

We all watched him walk away. A moment later we heard him slam his bedroom doors close. Debra flinched a little at the loud sound and, when she looked back at us, she smiled awkwardly at us.

"I'm sorry about that," She apologized for her son "Callie," Debra glanced to me "If my son-" she chocked up a bit on her words "If he really did hurt you-"

"He did!" I interjected

"I apologize for his behavior and actions. I'm going to talk to him,"

"Thank you," I mumbled quietly the same time Amy thanked her in louder voice

Few minutes later I was sitting in the passenger seat, looking back at the house, where Amy and Debra were talking on the porch. I had even rolled down the window a little so I could hear them talk, but it was no use. They were too far and there was a light wind blowing, that hushed their voices. I would have tried to read Amy's lips, but she was standing with her back to the car. All I saw was that Debra nodded her head acknowledging what Amy was telling her. Debra touched Amy's elbow lightly.

Next moment it looked like they said their goodbye's. Amy turned and walked down the path to the car, jiggling her keys in her right hand. Debra remained standing on the porch, watching the car. When Amy climbed in the car, I turned to her.

Amy glanced to be briefly before she put the key in the ignition "Put your seat belt on, Callie!" That's it. That's all she said to me. Once we both had our seat-belts on, Amy started the car.

~o~o~o~

"Are you taking me to Juvie?" I asked my foster mom bluntly, when we had driven for about 15 minutes in complete silence. Once again, I hadn't paid any attention to the road. I had watched my hands in my lap for most part.

"What do you think?" My foster mom asked back, without taking her eyes off the road. I saw her tighten the grip of the wheel for a moment.

"I thought you loved me!"

At that Amy briefly glanced to me "I do!" That sounded like truth. She replied in a firm, convincing tone.

"Then why are you doing this?" I exclaimed out loud "I did what you asked! I apologized to that asshole, even thought I didn't want to and he didn't deserve my apology!"

"I'm glad you did. You took the high road," Amy replied

"So what?" I threw my arms up a bit "What is your plan?" I asked wanting to know my future "Are you going to take me to my social worker and drop me off there, saying I'm too much, that you can't handle me? Are you going to take me straight to Juvie and watch how they take me way? Or are you actually going to lock the cell doors for me?" I detained a little pause before I added "I think it would be a nice twist if you had put handcuffs around my wrists again! Then we would have met with you arresting me and our…relationship…would end with you putting handcuffs around my wrists!"

"Callie..." Amy dragged slowly, clearly not liking my tone and attitude

"You promised me!" I shouted out, loosing my temper "You promised me, dammit! You promised me that you would not just…discard me!" I was now pouring my heart out to her, hoping that she would change her mind about sending me away "You said that you won't change your mind about me! You told me that I'm not an object that you can return," I felt tears whelm up in my eyes

"You promised me that I wouldn't need that fucking blue bag ever again!" I gestured to the blue bag on the backseat "And you know what?" I asked on the edge of tears

"What?" Amy asked quietly and briefly glanced to me

"I believed you!" I cried out "It only took you few months to break your promise to me! That's what hurt the most...I feel like you betrayed me!"

"I'm not...I'm not sending you away, Callie!" Amy replied "I'm not discarding you. I haven't changed my mind about you. I'm not breaking my promise to you. I still love you!"

"Oh, yeah? Then why are you taking me to Juvie," I answered skeptically after I wiped the tears away from my face

"I never said we were going to Juvie," Amy replied as she slowed down the car and pulled into some smaller road. I looked around the with a frowned up forehead, because I wasn't sure where we were. It certainly wasn't the Juvenile Detention Hall. In fact, it seemed like we have driven quite far away from the city center. We were slowly driving down a road.

Then I saw it. The sign.

Kumeyaay Lake Campground

"You took me camping?" I screwed my forehead up, confused and shocked

Amy stopped the car at the main building where usually people need to sign in and pay for a spot.

"But it's like 6PM on Thursday. I thought you...grounded me? Won't the CPS or my PO look for us?" I turned to Amy "You have job tomorrow!" I was still utterly confused by everything that was happening. My emotions were all over the place.

Amy stopped the engine and pulled the key out. She jiggle them in her hand for a moment, before she replied "No, I don't!" Amy replied "I got suspended as well!" she confessed as she started out the front window. For a while I simply stared at Amy, blinking my eyes at her. My mouth partly opened. I couldn't believe what she just told me.

My right hand raised up and I punched her, not too hard, on her upper arm for getting so upset with me over getting suspend, even though she was suspended as well, and for messing with me.