The New Fosters: A Brallie Story

Chapter 36

Callie's POV:

"Tell me everything that has happened since you left. I need to know everything," Mariana say as she shuts the door to our- correction- her room. It looks exactly the same. She still has key old bed pushed against the wall in the corner. Nothing has changed and it makes happy to know that, if I wanted to, I could come back to the only family I've known in a long time.

"There's nothing to really tell. Helen, my new foster mom, took me shopping and we are decoration my room and yeah. Ty's great, but only in a brother way." I say. Then I'm, yet again, overcome with urge to throw up. I jump off of Mariana's bed and run into the bathroom. Thank God it is open and no one is inside.

"Callie? Are you okay?" Mariana asks from the other side of the door.

"Yeah-" I puke, "I'm fine-" I puke again, "I'll be out in a minute."

After a couple more minutes of throwing up, I walk out of the bathroom and fall onto my old bed.

"Callie what was that all about? Are you sure that you're okay?" She asks.

"I'm fine. I think I just have the flu or something." I tell her.

"Okay. I'll be right back." She says and then she walks out of the room and down the stairs, probably to go tell moms.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I wake up with a pillow under my head, a blanket on top of me, and the lights off. It's dark outside too. What? How long did I sleep for? "Mariana," I whisper. No answer. "Mariana?" Again, no answer.

I slowly get up from the bed and slip out the door. Brandon's door is open and I see him playing piano. Normally, I would go in, but I don't want to get him sick. I creep down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Moms are siting at the table talking when they see me. "How are you feeling? Mariana told us about earlier," mom (Lena) says.

"I'm feeling better. I don't know. I never actually felt that sick, but the whole throwing up thing started yesterday." I explain.

"I don't want to worry you or jump to conclusions, but do you think that you might be..." She trails off. "I mean because of what happened at the hospital?" Mom (Stef) asks.

"I don't- I mean- I hope not." Shockingly, it never crossed my mind. Oh God please no. Especially not because of him.

"Well, you could ask your foster mom to-" she starts, but I cut her off.

"She doesn't know anything about the hospital and neither does Tyler. I don't want to tell them what happened and I don't want them to think badly of me if I am. I know it's a lot to ask, but could one of you please take me?" I ask, no, plead.

Moms exchange a glance. "I can take you. Technically we are still your legal guardians until sometime later this week, so if we can get you an appointment before then, then yes I can take you. " mom (Lena) says.

"Thank you," I breathe out in relief.

"Mariana already told Tyler that you wanted to spend the night, so he already left. If you were wondering." She says. She is good. She knew exactly what I was going to ask. I nod and head upstairs.

On my way back to Mariana's bedroom I see her in Jesus and Jude's room, so I step into Brandon's.

I can even imagine what I will do if I really am preg- I can't even think about it right now. All I want to do is fall asleep in Brandon's arms and pretend that none of this is happening.

He's still playing piano with his headphones on, so I sneak up and hug him from behind. He jumps a little making me giggle. "Hey. How are you feeling? Mariana told me that you weren't feeling well and had fallen asleep," he says with the cutest concerned look on his face.

Should I tell him? What if he thinks that I'm too screwed up and dumps me? I don't think I could go on if he did that. What if he stops loving me? What if he hates me because I might be carrying another man baby? Obviously, it's not my fault because I was raped, but what if he doesn't care about that detail and dumps me anyways.

"I- I- I-" I stutter. "I'll be right back."

"Callie?" He asks looking so concerned that he looks scared. "I'll be right back I promise." And with that I run to Mariana's room and shut the door, locking it behind me. I walk over to the picture of the Eiffel Tower that is over my old bed. I take it off of the wall and lay it on my bed. It is printed on canvas, so the back is open. There is a little makeup bag that I stashed behind it. I unzip the bag and take out the razor blade that is inside and start to cut my wrists.

I haven't cut since I got to the Foster's house, but I think now is a good reason for a relapse. The warm sting of the blade cutting into my small wrist is a feeling that I can't explain. For a moment my mind only focuses on that sting and not on anything else.

Then there is a light knock at the door and a whisper, "Callie?" It's Brandon.

I don't answer him. It's like all I can focus on right now is that warm sting in my wrists and the red blood that comes with it. He tries to open the door, but finds out that I locked it. Then I don't hear anything. He must have given up, well that was fast. Before I realize it, the bathroom door is opening and Brandon is coming in. I forgot to lock that door.

"Callie? What are you doing? Baby, stop," he says. Usually I would stop and probably go hide in embarrassment that I've been caught in the act of my most dark secret, but I don't. I just keep cutting different spots on my wrist and letting that warm sting envelope my mind.

He grabs my hand and take the blade away from me. Callie, baby, please stop. Just sit right here and I'll be right back." Then he runs to the bathroom and is back in a quick second before he starts to clean and wrap up my wrist. "What happened? You were okay this morning and then you were asleep most of the day, so what happened to make you think that this is the answer?"

"I- uh-" should I tell him? He did just find me citing myself and is now cleaning them up and is still calling me his baby, but will this be too much for him? No. He's Brandon, my Brandon, if anything he is the one person that can get me through this. Right?

"Brandon. I- I think- I think that I might be pr- pregnant."

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Author's Note:

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