The New Fosters: A Brallie Story

Chapter 2

Callie's POV:

After dinner Lena comes into my "bedroom" and sits down on the couch next to me.

"I hope you'll be comfortable here, Callie, we really want you to feel safe here." I nod. "So, tomorrow you will be starting school. You'll be going where all of the kids go and I the vice principal so if you need anything I'm there." I nod again. "Callie you know you don't have to be so hard all of the time, we aren't going to hurt you."

"I'm sorry, I just really need to..." I stop, she doesn't need to know about Jude because we won't be coming back here.

"You need to what? Talk to... Jude was it? Who is Jude Callie?" She says kindly. Okay I'll tell her maybe then she will let me call him.

"Before I went to juvie," I was interrupted by Stef coming in.

"Here are some pillows and clothes to sleep in. If you leave your clothes outside of the bathroom I'll wash them for you." I nod. It was dumb to think Lena could help me. Stef walks out of the room and up the stairs.

"What were you saying?" Lena asks.

"Um, nothing, never mind." I tell her. She looks almost sad and then nods. "We are right upstairs if you need us." Again I nod and she walks out and up the stairs.

I remember seeing a phone in the kitchen so I tip toe to it. I stop in the door way when I see Mariana with a pill bottle in her hands. She turns around and seem surprised to see me. She shyly smiles at me and whispers, "headache." I nod and smile back.

When she leaves the kitchen I go to the box that has the pill bottle in it and look at the bottle. It says "Jesus Foster" Mariana lied. I look on the counter where I had seen the phone, but it isn't there anymore. Crap. I sneak up the stairs and see Brandon's light on. I tip toe to his door. He's playing piano and his phone is on the nightstand a few inches away from me. I quickly grab his phone and head back downstairs.

"Jude? I gonna come get you, I just need to find a way to you. I'll try to come tomorrow. I have to go, love you." I whisper. I sneak back up to Brandon's room and put the phone back on the nightstand where I found it. Brandon is still playing the piano. I can see is dark brown curls slightly bounce as he moves his body. I smile at him. No Callie, no. I need to stop thinking about Brandon.

I go back downstairs and lay on the couch mentally yelling at myself for thinking about Brandon, his soft looking curly brown hair and his amazing blue eyes. No. I need to get out of here tomorrow. I fall asleep and dream about a tall boy with curly hair and blue eyes.