Changing Course ( a Brallie/Foster Fanfiction)

Chapter 12: Strike

"Callie, why are you crying? what's wrong?", Brandon says as his hand caress my cheek and wipes the tear falling from my face. In the moment my heart raced 10 times faster. I looked into its puppy dog eyes while he pushed back my hair.

"Callie...,what happened", he says.

He turns my hear to the right so he can see my right cheek. Crap. My bruise.

"Nothing, Don't worry about it"

He gives me a concerned look...he isn't going to give up. I feel another tear start to fall. Don't cry, Don't cry, Be strong.
"Why are you crying?"

"Brandon,don't worry about it. It's nothing."

"If it's nothing then why won't you talk me?... Look do you want to sleep at the our house tonight, Moms and Jude would love it."

"No Brandon really...I'm okay"

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1 week later,
6:49 pm.

I ate my last bite of chicken in silence, avoiding eye contact with Luke as he finishes his mashed potatoes. Because of my new filming schedule, I can home at 6:30ish and I am hella tired. I put my plate in the sink when I'm done and walk to the bedroom but Luke stops me.

"Um aren't you going to clean that?", He tells me I'm a stern tone.

"Babe,I'm just really tired. I can barely walk", I try to explain to him sweetly.

"I don't care clean it up", he tells me harshly.

I walk back into the kitchen, unable to see properly. I start to wash my plate, dry it, and put it back into the cupboard. Although my wet fingers and my drowsy eyes make the cup almost slip out of my hand. When I catch I look back at Luke making sure he didn't see. Just then my phone on the dinner table starts to beep, I start to rush to it but Luke immediately grabs it. Crap,He always thinks I'm cheating on him.

"Who the he is Brandon!",he practically yells.

"He's was my old foster brother", I say .

" That's Bull! ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME. DON'T FORGET CALLIE YOU'RE MINE!"

He grabs my hair and throws my on the phone.
I whimper in pain but manage to speak.

"I-I'm not cheating on you... I promise"

"LIAR,YOU ARE SUCH A FAT WHORE", he screams at me while he starts throwing the plates from the cupboards and aims them at me. He then kicks me on to the glass and contours to kick and punch me. I feel myself about to black out but try to get up to my phone. When I reach it I bolt to the bathroom and try to lock myself in there. I tried to call Stef as Luke kept naming on my door... no answer. Brandon. I call him but I can't hear anything over the yelling.

"Hello?" , He vaguely says over the phone.

"Br-Brandon?", I manage to say in between my cries.

Soon he start kicking the door and out of fear I hand up. Somehow he kicked the door open, breaking the lock, and takes my phone.

"BRANDON? YOU TRIED TO CALL BRANDON?" , He yells.

Luke grabs my arm, takes me to the living room, and pushes my onto the coffee table, hitting my cheek.

"Lu-Luke please.", I whimper.

Ignoring my pleas, he turns me around are starts punching and lining me again, on old bruises like a mad man. Soon I feel like I can't take this anymore but he stops and I think it's over. I open my eyes to see his eyes filled with rage as he puts his hands sound my neck and pushes. I gasp for breath and try to fight him but it's no use....

-----Brandon's POV

I rush downstairs after Callie's frightening call and find moms talking. I knew it, I bloody knew it, Everything about her and Luke's relationship was an act. Why'd she have to choose him? Then time stops. Those five seconds going down the stairs slows down as I try to wonder why I care so much. Well obviously because it's wrong but did I feel guilty for telling her I didn't love her causing her to go with Luke? Was it a mistake to be with Lou? No, come on. I snap out of it and focus on Callie again.

"Hi B, what's up?", Stef says as I step in the kitchen.

"I just got a call from Callie and I think she's in trouble", I try to say as fast I as I can.

"Trouble,what do you mean trouble?"

"What I mean is I think Luke is abusing her"

----------------Callie's POV.

Luke let goes of my neck trying to comprehend what he's doing but 10 minutes late starts choking me again. Soon enough he starts to contemplate his actions again but then continues pressing harder than before. I feel my air start to run out as my lungs calls for oxygen like the wolf at the moon. Possibly 30 seconds later I feel myself caught slip into unconsciousness as I lay cover in a pool of blood. The last thing I hear is a door bang open hitting the wall behind it and hear "Put Your Ha-"....................